Lily and the Night Creatures
By Nick Lake and Emily Gravett
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Lily is used to hospitals—she’s spent more time in them than out of them thanks to her recent health issues. But when her mother goes into labor, her parents drop her off at her grandmother’s house and rush to the hospital without her. Lily doesn’t want the new baby to replace her, and she certainly doesn’t want to be sick anymore.
Most frustrating of all, she forgot to pack Willo, her favorite toy. Under her grandma’s not-so-watchful supervision, Lily sneaks back home to get Willo. Expecting to find an empty house, she is surprised to find her parents there. But something isn’t right... They look just like her mom and dad until she gets closer and sees their coal black eyes. And they refuse to let her in—it’s their house now.
With the help of some surprising new friends that she meets in her garden, Lily is determined to beat these shadowy replacements and be reunited with her real parents. But is she strong enough to triumph?
Nick Lake
Nick Lake is a children’s book editor at Harper UK. He received his degree in English from Oxford University. His Blood Ninja trilogy was inspired by his interest in the Far East, and by the fact that he is secretly a vampire ninja himself. Nick lives with his wife and daughter in England. Visit him on Twitter @NickLakeAuthor.
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Lily and the Night Creatures - Nick Lake
Nick Lake
Lily and the Night Creatures
Illustrated by Emily Gravett
Lily and the Night Creatures, by Nick Lake, illustrated by Emily Gravett, S&S Books for Young ReadersFor Ben, who made not only this book better.
—N. L.
For Stephen Alexander (Sprout), who touched hearts.
—E. G.
"The Wizard of Oz is ending.
We know this because we can hear Judy Garland, reciting the same five words over and over in a soft, yearning voice, saying—well, you know what she is saying. They are only the loveliest five words ever said in all of film."
Joe Hill, 20th Century Ghost
BEFORE THE BEGINNING
In the garden of the house a mole was talking to a crow. The sun was setting—that was the time of day, but it was also the reason the animals were visible at all. In the daytime they could not be seen, unless they wanted to be.
Do you think she will be here soon?
said the mole. The girl?
I don’t know,
said the crow, hopping from one foot to the other. Why should I?
I tunnel in darkness,
said the mole. You’re clever. You soar. In the air.
I’m clever too!
said a mouse. He was leaning against the severed trunk of a tree.
No, you’re not,
said the mole.
True,
said the mouse, not very sadly. But I’m willing.
We’ll all have to be willing, if the girl is going to win,
said the crow.
There was a long pause then. The house was a looming presence in front of them, its edges becoming less definite as the light faded from the sky. The mole sniffed the air. She smelled… something that could not be put into words. A certain slackness in the evening, but a dangerous one. Something laid out as if loose, on the framework of the world, that might at any moment be pulled taut.
Goodness, we’re all very serious, aren’t we?
said the mouse. Shall I sing a song?
Only if you want me to eat you,
said a snake who had slithered up to join them. Don’t think I won’t.
Fine,
said the mouse with a humph.
They watched the house.
She won’t win if she doesn’t come,
said the mouse eventually. She will come, won’t she?
She’ll come,
said the mole. I can smell it.
Well, there we have it,
said the crow. Mole’s nose has spoken.
It was my mouth actua—Oh.
The crow had given Mole a withering glance. Now hush,
he said, folding his wings. We don’t want them to hear us.
The animals fell silent and watched the house. It was empty, but it was quick—in the old sense of the word, and it was the old senses the animals cared about most. Quivering with life.
A shadow moved past a window, though there was no light to explain it.
The animals shivered—even the snake, who was cold-blooded, and the mole, who couldn’t see.
They waited.
1
The house didn’t want her; Lily could see that right away.
It was her house, but it was dark, no lights on, the windows square black holes in the wall. Like someone had put out its eyes. Even the streetlight just at the end of the road had blown. The nearest light came from the pub down the lane, and that wasn’t close. The Sherborne Arms. Sometimes at night drunk people rolled bottles out into the road, to burst car tires. The housing committee had been round.
Lily was stubborn, though. She wasn’t going to let the house scare her.
I just need to go in for a minute,
Granny Squeak said from the driver’s seat of the car. Lily called her Granny Squeak because when Lily had been little, her granny would always squeak with excitement when she saw her. Now she was more liable to sigh or get wet around the eyes.
Okay,
said Lily, unclicking her seat belt. She wanted to be at home, in her kitchen, in her room: it was what had gotten her through the day. She wanted Willo, even though she was too old for him, really.
Oh, no, sweetie,
said Granny. You stay here and rest. I’ll only be a minute. Your mum’s left instructions.
Okay,
said Lily again. Could you get me Willo?
It was the kind of thing she would never have admitted to Scarlett and Summer, back when they were still friends. That she still slept with him, a soft toy. Of course, they weren’t her friends anymore anyway. People tended to draw away from her now, like what she had might be catching.
But Granny was already out of the door, then shutting it with a heavy clunk. She left the engine running. It was springtime but still chilly.
Leaning back into the passenger’s seat, Lily closed her eyes. She had just left the hospital and her mum had gone into it, with her dad. To have The Baby. Lily didn’t actually know if it was the same hospital; she didn’t know anything apart from what her grandmother had told her when she picked her up this morning. That The Baby was coming. That Lily was going to stay with her for a few days. That Granny Squeak was going to look after her, and they could even stay up to watch EastEnders.
Big whoop, Lily wanted to say to that.
Her arm was still sore, from the drip. When she went there, to the hospital, they took the liquid out of her veins and cleaned it and did other things to it that Lily didn’t understand, then they put it back in. Like they were sucking her out and filling her with a new person, and only the outline of her stayed the same. She didn’t like that idea.
And it took all day, with Granny Squeak sitting there reading her People’s Friend magazine and Lily listening to music and scrolling through TikTok. Usually it was her parents who took her, and it should have been nice getting to spend the day with Granny Squeak instead, but Lily was too distracted by everything.
At the end of today’s session the doctor, who had a mustache like a walrus, had come up to her with another needle. Lily hated needles. Especially injections, which she knew perfectly well didn’t make sense, because she’d already sort of had a needle in her hand all day, under a bandage, with a tube coming out of it. But that was different. That wasn’t a sharp, thin thing going into your muscle.
Iron,
he’d explained. Your levels get low otherwise; you don’t make enough of it.
I’m fine with that,
she’d said. Can’t I just eat some nails or something?
Ha ha,
he’d said. Actually said. Not laughter. You won’t be fine if you eat nails, trust me.
So she’d closed her eyes and cried a bit, which she was embarrassed about, and he’d done the injection.
She’d made her mum cry the other day, and that was worse.
We thought we’d talk about names, for the baby,
her mum had said. Dad was holding her hand, smiling.
I don’t want to,
Lily had replied.
That’s okay. We don’t have to decide now.
I don’t want to, ever. I don’t want The Baby. I don’t want you to be big and fat and round, and I don’t want this.
She’d pushed her pills and water away from her, across the oak table in the new kitchen that was traced all over with thin lines and swirls of color, from her pens when she was younger. I want to go back. To how everything used to be.
That was when her mum had cried.
The door of the car swung open with a rush of cool air, scented with a bonfire somewhere. Granny Squeak hefted a big duffel bag into the back seat, along with a couple of shopping bags, then climbed in behind the wheel.
Your mum left a note on the table,
she said. Phone number of the hospital, that sort of thing. And a list of everything you’d need, in case they have to stay in for a few days. Clothes, frozen meals. Your meds. But you might have to help with all that!
she added, in what was clearly supposed to be a cheerful tone. I’m no good with timings.
She started the engine and pulled away.
Sure,
said Lily, without really meaning it. Did you get Willo?
Oh!
said Granny Squeak. Was he on the list? Sorry. I must have missed that. Oh well, too late now.
She shifted into fourth gear.
No,
said Lily. I asked as you were—
She stopped. There was no point. Willo was her whale: Lily had slept with him most nights of her life and wasn’t sure she could sleep without him. He was from IKEA, which wasn’t important, but she’d gotten him when she was two, the very first toy she’d ever chosen herself, and that was important.
Lily needed Willo, and Willo wasn’t there.
But that was okay. Because Lily had no intention of being shunted aside, of being sent away from home, anyway. Everyone else thought they knew best—but it was her home too. Her home first.
2
They drove to Granny’s house. It wasn’t far—on the edge of the same village. Lily and her mum and dad moved there from London partly because of that. When Lily was little and better.
For dinner Granny made what she thought, for some reason lost to Lily’s memory, was Lily’s favorite dish, but which Lily actually hated. Potatoes and cream and spinach and lots of black pepper. Granny didn’t believe in using salt in her cooking, which was why most of her cooking wasn’t very nice to eat, in Lily’s opinion.
After supper Granny said, You must be tired.
What if I’m not?
said Lily.
Granny blinked. She often looked, these days, like she wasn’t sure who Lily was. Like when they put Lily’s blood through those machines, they really did make her into a different person.
Never mind,
said Lily after a moment of silence.
They went upstairs. Lily always slept in the guest bedroom opposite Granny’s room—there was a TV on a stand in the corner she didn’t know how to turn on, and every surface was covered with fabric that had been embroidered, knitted, or crocheted. The bed was very soft, though, and comfortable. It was like being the princess from The Princess and the Pea, only without the pea.
Lily got into her pajamas, which Granny had brought, and then snuggled under the covers. Granny said good night and kissed her on the forehead, which was nice, actually, and made Lily feel a bit guilty over what she was about to do. At the same time Lily was thinking about sickness, and what came