Lost World of the Wends (64)

‘What about the boy, Friedrich?’ Nathan asked.
Amie shrugged. ‘He belongs here.’
‘With that nut you call Boris?’
Joseph looked Walter up and down. ‘Are you sure he’s not Boris?’
‘I’m not!’ Walter pouted. ‘I told you when I first saw you two back there, Boris impersonated me. The creep!’

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Rapid Disintegration

Dr Zwar with the Biar family watched on while Boris swallowed. Zwar imagined the pure bliss sliding down Boris’ throat. Or perhaps, not so pure bliss; the added extras, namely Borax, that had been included in this cream recipe. They stared at him like an audience of one of those foody shows he’d seen on a visit to Earth. He’d gone there with Boris to select the Mercedes.

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Lost World of the Wends (60)

‘Might just be in time for cake,’ Daisy announced as their Toyota van chugged up the road leading to the church. ‘You hungry for cake, Arthur?’
‘Sure am,’ Arthur replied. He was so famished he could’ve eaten the dead horse on the side of the road just past The Range. But cake would have to do for now.

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Hills Alive…

Joseph, Amie and Friedrich stared at the large stone in front of them. The stone glittered as if flecked with fine grains of gold.
‘Any idea what kills cockroaches?’ Amie muttered.

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Lost World of the Wends (59)

Voices. Rang in the valley. The hills seemed alive with the sound of people yelling and shouting.
‘There he is!’
‘It’s him!’
‘Get him!’
Friedrich hunted for a place to hide. But on the ridge of the slope, there was nowhere. Just short tufts of grass, stumpy bushes and loose pebbles. Friedrich froze.

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