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Peril at Granite Peak [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Dixon, Franklin W.
  • Author:  Dixon, Franklin W.
  • ISBN-10:  144249395X
  • ISBN-10:  144249395X
  • ISBN-13:  9781442493957
  • ISBN-13:  9781442493957
  • Publisher:  Aladdin
  • Publisher:  Aladdin
  • Pages:  160
  • Pages:  160
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2014
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2014
  • SKU:  144249395X-11-MING
  • SKU:  144249395X-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100102152
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Joe and Frank’s winter break skiing holiday turns to horror in this Hardy Boys adventure—a fresh approach to a classic series.

Frank and Joe are thrilled to spend winter break hitting the slopes at the Granite Peak Lodge ski resort. What could be better than an action-packed week of skiing and snowboarding set against a scenic mountain landscape?

But their plans hit an unexpected bump when a blizzard blows in, closing the roads and leaving the boys stranded in the lodge with several others. Meanwhile, a series of deadly mishaps threatens to sabotage the resort—and the lives of its trapped guests.

First, a fellow vacationer nearly freezes solid when he’s locked out during the raging storm. Then, the lodge’s electricity is cut off, broken glass turns up in the breakfast waffles, and a resort employee is buried in a snowdrift. Who’s behind these sinister acts? Is the culprit trapped in the lodge with them? The Hardys are determined to find out—before they’re caught in an avalanche of danger.Peril at Granite Peak

GOING DOWNHILL

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FRANK


HEADS UP, FRANK!” JOE SHOUTED. “Coming through!”

I glanced up from adjusting my boot buckle. My ski helmet made it hard to see. But my brother was impossible to miss in his red-and-blue jacket and tricked-out mirrored goggles. He bent low over his skis, poles tucked tightly under his arms and a big grin on his face.

“Learn to steer or you’ll be back on the bunny slope, hotshot!” I yelled with a laugh as he whizzed past me.

Then I looked over my shoulder to check on our friend Chet Morton. Chet was the reason Joe and I were in Vermont, but that didn’t mean he was an expert skier. Not even close. My eyes widened as Chet’s skis almost crossed whilehel8

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