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Attack on the Tower of London (Screech Owls Series #19)

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Product Description The Screech Owls have won a contest that takes them to London, England, for a once-in-a-lifetime chance to play in-line hockey at historic Wembley Stadium. They leave the morning after Hallowe’en and arrive in time to celebrate Guy Fawkes Day in Britain. But between trips to Madame Tussaud’s infamous Chamber of Horrors and the notorious Tower of London, the Owls become entangled in a plot so dangerous and frightening it makes Hallowe’en seem like a tea party. From the Inside Flap Owls have won a contest that takes them to London, England, for a once-in-a-lifetime chance to play in-line hockey at historic Wembley Stadium. They leave the morning after Hallowe’en and arrive in time to celebrate Guy Fawkes Day in Britain. But between trips to Madame Tussaud’s infamous Chamber of Horrors and the notorious Tower of London, the Owls become entangled in a plot so dangerous and frightening it makes Hallowe’en seem like a tea party. From the Back Cover The Screech Owls have won a contest that takes them to London, England, for a once-in-a-lifetime chance to play in-line hockey at historic Wembley Stadium. They leave the morning after Hallowe'en and arrive in time to celebrate Guy Fawkes Day in Britain. But between trips to Madame Tussaud's infamous Chamber of Horrors and the notorious Tower of London, the Owls become entangled in a plot so dangerous and frightening it makes Hallowe'en seem like a tea party. About the Author Roy MacGregor has been involved in hockey all his life. Growing up in Huntsville, Ontario, he competed for several years against a kid named Bobby Orr, who was playing nearby Parry Sound. He later returned to the game when he and his family settled in Ottawa, where he worked for the Ottawa Citizen and became the Southam National Sports Columnist. He still plays old-timers hockey and has been a minor-hockey coach for more than a decade. Roy MacGregor is the author of several classics in the literature of hockey. Home Game (written with Ken Dryden and The Home Team were both No. 1 national bestsellers. He has also written the game’s best-known novel, The Last Season. His other books include Road Games, The Seven A.M. Practice, and, most recently, A Life in the Bush, a memoir of his father. He has also written books about native leaders and the Ottawa Valley. Roy MacGregor is now a senior columnist for the National Post. He and his wife, Ellen, live in Kanata, Ontario. They have four children, Kerry, Christine, Jocelyn, and Gordon. You can talk to Roy MacGregor at www.screechowls.com Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. TRAVIS LINDSAY HAD NO SENSE OF PASSING OUT. Had it been presented to him as an option — “Look, kid, you can either keep staring at this grisly sight or you can be unconscious” — he would have happily volunteered to black out and crash to the floor in front of the rest of the Screech Owls. But he’d had no choice whatsoever in the matter. One moment Travis was staring at the naked, bloodied body swinging from the rope, its desperately clawing hands tied behind its back, and the next moment he was sinking into oblivion, darkness drawing over him like a welcome comforter. He could take no more of the Chamber of Horrors. Travis was not aware of Muck and Mr. Dillinger grabbing him and carting him off to the first-­aid room. He did not see his so-­called best friend, Nish, snickering so hard it seemed his big tomato of a face was going to explode. He did not know that Sarah Cuthbertson, too, had staggered, and would have gone down had Sam and Fahd not grabbed her. And he certainly did not hear the tall woman in the uniform say, “It happens all the time,” her red lipstick splash of a smile seeming horribly out of place in a room where a beaten and naked man was swinging from a rope, where bloodied heads were on display beside the terrible contraption that had lopped them off, and where, to the sounds of agonizing screams and creaking machinery,