The Clue In The Crystal Ball

Another collection of mini-mysteries challenges the reader to figure out if Mrs. White, Miss Scarlet, Colonel Mustard, or another of the group did in Mr. Boddy.

Another collection of mini-mysteries challenges the reader to figure out if Mrs. White, Miss Scarlet, Colonel Mustard, or another of the group did in Mr. Boddy.

Roy J. Snell's 'The Crystal Ball: A Mystery Story for Girls' is a captivating novel that transports readers to a world of intrigue and suspense. The book follows the story of a group of resourceful young girls who stumble upon a mysterious crystal ball that seems to hold the key to a series of puzzling events. Snell's writing style is engaging and accessible, making it an ideal read for young adult audiences. The novel combines elements of mystery, adventure, and friendship, keeping readers on the edge of their seats until the very end. Set in a time when girls' literature was gaining popularity, 'The Crystal Ball' stands out for its empowering portrayal of young female protagonists who take matters into their own hands to solve the enigma before them. Roy J. Snell, a prolific author known for his numerous contributions to children's and young adult literature, brings his expertise and creativity to this timeless tale. His ability to craft compelling narratives with strong, relatable characters shines through in 'The Crystal Ball,' making it a must-read for fans of mystery and adventure genres. I highly recommend 'The Crystal Ball' to readers looking for a gripping and wholesome story that will keep them entertained from start to finish.

In a world where nothing is certain, a little magic couldn't hurt...right? When Erin Channing's favorite aunt dies, Erin is bequeathed a pink crystal ball and a set of weird instructions. Granted, Aunt Kiki (aka Aunt Kooky) always lived "outside the box." But now Erin and her two best friends are convinced that the pink crystal ball holds the key to their future-or at least the key to getting dates... Consider Your Fate to Be Sealed . . . Absolute knowledge is not unlimited; let the planets be your guide to the number. There are sixteen ways to die, but four of them you will never see. The future belongs to you alone. Other voices will be disappointed. One rotation is as far as you can see. Only uncertainty lies beyond.

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An astrologer and her ex-FBI-agent boyfriend blend their hot chemistry into a crime busting Odd Couple at a longevity association's futuristic costume ball. Outlandish get-ups, characters and gadgets! Who is that masked man who will stop at nothing to steal the "secret" of extended life? Hiding behind which mask? Or is he?

Includes an excerpt from the novel A Growing Suspicion.

Florence Huyler read the number on the door. She wondered at the lack of light from within; the glass of the door was like a slab of ebony. ÒNo one here,Ó she murmured. ÒJust my luck.Ó For all that, she put out a hand to grasp the knob. In a city office building, ten stories up, one does not knock. Florence did not so much as allow the yielding door to make a sound. She turned the knob as one imagines a robber might turn the dial of a safeÑslowly, silently. Why did she do this? Could she have answered this question? Probably not! Certainly she was not spying on the occupants of that roomÑat least, not yet. Perhaps that was the way she always opened a door. We all have our ways of doing things. Some of us seize a door knob, give it a quick turn, a yank, and there we are. And some, like Florence, move with the slyness and softness of a cat. It is their nature. One thing is sure; once the door had yielded to her touch and she had ushered herself into the semi-darkness that was beyond, she was glad of that sly silence, for something quite mysterious was going on beyond that door. She found herself in a place of all but complete darkness. Only before her, where a pair of heavy drapes parted, was there a narrow slit of eery blue light. There was no need of tiptoeing as she moved toward that long line of light. Her sturdy street shoes sank deep in something she knew must be a rich Oriental rug. ÒIn such a building!Ó she thought with increasing surprise. The building was old, might at any time be wrecked to make parking space for cars. The elevator, as she came up, had swayed and teetered like a canary birdÕs cage on a coiled spring.Ê