Lost World of the Wends (62)

Nathan and Walter stumbled over the button grass and loose rocks.
‘I told you he wouldn’t wait,’ Walter said.
‘No, mate,’ Nathan said, ‘I told you. The boy couldn’t get away fast enough.’
‘No wonder, you probably scared him off.’

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Bestowed with Cream…

Friedrich swore he witnessed Zwar almost choking. He disguised his discomfort with a coughing fit and a lame excuse. ‘I hate the smell of burnt flesh.’
‘You should get used to it,’ Boris replied.

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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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Lost World of the Wends (58)

Friedrich emerged from the cave and blinked. Mountains, shimmered blue and purple. Waves of pink and violet carpeted the hills leading up to the snow-covered peaks. Not like that dry dusty place he’d left which Walter insisted was the real Australia. Can’t be. Didn’t Boris promise a land of milk and honey? Can’t be the real earth, so barren. How could that be?

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