" Our eyes adjusted; we gazed at what was in the room. And then I felt the floor pitch under me, as if we were suddenly at sea. George cleared his throat. I put out my hand to clench his arm.

Lockwood stood slightly behind us, waiting.

"Your parents?" I was the first to find my voice.

"Close," Anthony Lockwood said. "My sister. "

― Jonathan Stroud , The Whispering Skull (Lockwood & Co., #2)