I remembered Dirty Joe's book again that night. I got it out from under the bed.
"Whassat?" Sophie said sleepily.
"Book."
"Oh."
She rolled over and went to sleep.
I opened the book at the start and began to read, but after a while I started thinking about the circus and the boy and Lucio and the Ape, and I flipped to the end again, just to make sure that I hadn't dreamed about reading it. But something strange had happened. The story about the circus gone. There was a different one there now.
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Hotel Ambrose
FantasyTwo runaway children steal a baby and attempt to raise it themselves in the world's most haunted hotel. To Ben and Sophie the abandoned hotel seems like the perfect place to hide. No adult will ever find them there. Within its strange walls they ca...
