By:  John Whitman Published by Bantam Books February 1997 D'vouran seems like a normal enough planet.  The friendly locals welcome Tash, Zak, and their uncle Hoole with  open arms. But Tash has a bad feeling about this place. There's a madman running around the streets shouting that people are disappearing.  He's saying they've just vanished into thin air. Tash  knows that's impossible.  But something is really wrong on D'vouran.  Will she find the courage to trust her gut instincts . . . before it's too late?

    Bebo pointed at the ground.  "Right there!  Right there!  We were walking along and poof! she was gone!"
    "Walking along, you say?  Are those your footprints, then?"  Chood pointed at the line of footprints in the dirt road.
    "Yes!  That's where I was."
    "Then where are your friend's footprints?" the Enzeen asked.
    "Why, they're right . . ."  For the first time, Bebo stopped muttering to himself.  There were no other footprints in the ground.  There was no sign that anyone but Bebo had been standing there.  "But she was right there!  Right there!"
    Chood looked very sorry for Bebo, and sorry that the others had been disturbed.  He shrugged.  "You see.  He is quite mad.  It is most regrettable."
    As the others turned away, Tash said softly to Bebo, "I'm sorry I can't help you.  I wish there was something I could do for you."
    Bebo gave her a cold, hard look.  "It doesn't matter.  Before long you'll be dead.  You're all going to die."