Chapter 29 – Marra Mamba

First there was a tad bit of red showing. With more exposed, Ben noticed the many bands of colours. By then, he became impatient. ‘What’s that hidden in there?’ He tried to help, but Howie refused to let him. When Bill saw the mass of colours shining through the muddled net of stitches, his breathingContinue reading “Chapter 29 – Marra Mamba”

Chapter 28 – The Cellar Vein

Ben went back inside. ‘Hey, Jack, I think we should take a look at what’s down in the cellar. Behind all those doors could be something really interesting, don’t you think?’ Jack’s eyes opened, drowsily, before he yawned. ‘You go … if you find that so exciting. Come and get me if you find …Continue reading “Chapter 28 – The Cellar Vein”

Chapter 27 – The Milk-like Eye Patch

Agrimona folded away bunches of webbed tresses, and twirled roots hanging down, to get to the cupboard. She got hold of a stone rod, which looked like a pestle, before she grabbed a bowl with a thick white liquid, resembling thick cream more than milk. Leaning back, she poured the white substance, as a coveringContinue reading “Chapter 27 – The Milk-like Eye Patch”

Chapter 26 – Boab Plute

The unlikely trio of two boys, one shorter, and one taller, together with a monkey-like figure struggled through the untamed terrain. They were tired and hungry, but hopeful to meet up with the others soon. Just as dusk was falling, they discovered the many trees lingering in the distance. ‘Must be here then. Or whatContinue reading “Chapter 26 – Boab Plute”

Chapter 25 – Back at the Camp

Andy, Charlie and Whistler hung around the camp. They waited by keeping the campfire going, but had stopped searching for Bill, Jack and Ben, who had all disappeared. Days went by slowly, but surely. Charlie and Andy learned more from Whistler, and his own story every day. Whistler had a couple of stringy sinews tuckedContinue reading “Chapter 25 – Back at the Camp”

Chapter 24 – Grollockian Twine Line

Jack was perplexed. ‘I thought we were supposed to find a tunnel through the Westolian. Ambrosius never mentioned a gate. And he didn’t say anything about a maze with rope bridges either.’ ‘Do we really have to walk across on these scummy-looking things? It’s like a thousand year-old rope garden with an enchilada of plantsContinue reading “Chapter 24 – Grollockian Twine Line”

Chapter 23 – William Sinton

Jack and Ben had bolted from Earl Vanning’s house to head full steam into the bush. They knew nothing about where they were going, or if they were followed. They raced on until they couldn’t take another step. Ben was breathless when he pulled out the notebook with the maps. ‘Phew! … A-are we goingContinue reading “Chapter 23 – William Sinton”