Lost World of the Wends (34)

‘But can’t I go with you?’ Amie pleaded as the men filled their sacks with current buns, water and equipment for climbing like hooks and rope. ‘Bitte Schone! Bitte! Bitte! Bitte!’ Amie ran after them as the men trudged up the valley to the mountains. ‘How will you get across the rapids?’
‘We have to do this, Amie—and Frau Biar’ll be suspicious if we don’t go right now to find Friedrich,’ Joseph said.

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Lost World of the Wends (32)

While Dr. Zwar examined Wilma with the contents of his bag and more superstition than medical knowledge, Amie, Joseph, Herr and Frau Biar stayed downstairs in the now wrecked kitchen and dining room. They stood as not one chair remained unscathed by the attack of cows gorged with milk and udders full. The group averted their gaze from the slush of cow pats and puddles, shielding their noses from the overpowering pong.

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Lost World of the Wends (31)

They hurried through the torrent. Each yanked at a door and then flew in.
Joseph sat, his hands in mid-air. ‘Where’s the steering wheel?’
Doctor Zwar tapped the wheel before him. ‘You mean this?’
Simultaneously, the doctor and Joseph leapt out of the car and ran around it. They jumped in soaked like drowned rats.

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Lost World of the Wends (28)

‘Oh, that’s taking things a bit too far—and remember, I’m the authority around here. No, I don’t believe you. They were hiding—you, Herr Biar were hiding them all this time. You—will—pay.’
Boris drew his hand as a gun. Blinding light flashed. The lamp beside Amie disintegrated.

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The hairs at the nape of my neck stood on end. I had a bad feeling about this. I needed to warn the others. This man was bad news.

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Lost World of the Wends (25)

Boris gazed at the human wailing and squirming on the ground.
‘Like a worm,’ he mused. Just like a little fat worm. That’s what these earth creatures reminded him of—what, with no shell, and all soft and fleshy. He held his rumbling abdomen. ‘Not yet,’ he spoke to his stomach as if it were a sentient being.

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