Excerpt of Kiki Strike by Kirsten Miller
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Looking back, its hard to imagine what my life might have become if I hadnt
thrown an old coat over my nightgown, shoved my bare feet into a pair of furry
pink snow boots, and run outside for a closer look. Ive found that such
opportunities are few and far between. If you miss themor like most people
simply fail to recognize themtheres no guarantee that another chance will ever
come your way.
At the edge of the hole, I bent down on my hands and knees and peered into
the abyss. The mist had turned to an icy rain that seeped into the lining of my
boots and trickled over my toes. Mud oozed between my fingers, and in one of the
hundreds of dark apartments that had turned a blind eye to the scene below, a
dog howled a muffled warning. The orange rope still dangled inside the hole, its
knotted end slowly sinking into the mud at the bottom.
The pit itself was far larger than I had imagined, and there was little to
see where the earth had given way. But the hole had opened into an underground
chamber that extended off to one side, the ground above it still solidly in
place. In an oddly generous gesture, the creature had left a flashlight behind.
It stood upright on a table and cast a column of light that illuminated a little
room, half of it destroyed by Washington Irving, the other half still perfectly
To those of you who are sticklers for safety and approach life with all the
caution of amateur beekeepers, I can offer no excuse for what I did then. Ill
admit that a more mature human being would never have let her curiosity take
Thankfully, I was still twelve and fully prepared to meet the challenge at
Excerpted from Kiki Strike, (c) 2006 by Kirsten Miller. Reproduced with permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.