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 Sample extracts from Medusa Island






  Extract from Chapter 5 : Simon and Ross meet the girl with the world’s worst hair style.

There were two caves. To save time, Simon insisted they split up and explore one each.
Ross took a coin. “Heads you explore the creepy cave that’s haunted by the evil ghosts of pirates—Tails I explore the bright shallow one where we shelter when it rains.”
“Okay,” said Simon. “Just hurry.”
Ross threw the coin—Tails.

Simon squeezed through the narrow entrance. Immediately the darkness wrapped a hostile veil around him. The cold, thin air stabbed his lungs. Reaching out to steady himself, his fingers met a thick gooey substance trickling down the cave wall.
‘Dead pirate’s blood!’ Simon screamed but he was so terrified the words stuck in his throat and refused to come out.
‘Don’t be stupid—there’s no ghosts . . . no blood,’ he assured himself.
Still, he avoided touching the wall as he crept deeper into the cave. The passageway twisted this way and that and was strewn with rocks that reached out to trip him up. After a long upward climb the path gradually leveled out. Ahead, the cave opened out, lit by a shaft of light shimmering from above. Simon instinctively sensed danger. Not ghostly danger but definitely danger of some sort. His heart raced. Beads of fear tricked down his cheeks. Desperately he fought to control his breathing in case the sound of his gasping should betray him. He edged towards the light with foreboding.

“Aaarghhh!” screamed Simon.
“Aaarghhh!” screamed the girl at precisely the same time.

Extract from Chapter 13 : Running scared from Minotaur to Minotaur.

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They kept running; running for their lives. Ahead of them a second Minotaur leapt out from behind a parked truck. They crashed to a halt. They were trapped. In a matter of seconds their flesh would be ripped from their bones in a frenzied bloodbath.
“Stare at it,” commanded Simon. “Stare at it and turn it to stone.”
“I am staring,” cried Melissa. “Nothing’s happening.”
“Well stare harder,” bellowed Simon. “Come on Melissa.”
Melissa stared straight into the huge beast’s angry eyes willing it to turn to stone. With an eternity of hate the beast glared back. The rancid heat from his breath engulfed Melissa, burning her lungs with fear. The Minotaur’s roar spat across her face. He obviously was not stone.
“It’s not working,” said Melissa.
“Oh great,” said Simon, “You turn my friends to stone but your power won’t work when we need it.”
“Don’t blame me,” snapped Melissa.
“I’ve just remembered something Miss Teryee told us,” said Ross. “Medusa’s power only worked on humans. Animals and mythical beasts could stare at her all day without any nasty effect.”
“Brilliant,” groaned Simon.
Dozens of creatures were now crowded around, eager for a fight and the spilling of blood. The two Minotaurs pushed forward and scowled a warning to the others, claiming the quarry for themselves. Horns thrust out like swords they inched towards their victims.
“Come on,” yelled Ross. “Through here.”
Ross squeezed through a tiny gap in a garden hedge with Simon and Melissa fast on his heels.
“Faster, faster. Come on,” shrieked Ross.
Behind them they heard the snapping of branches as the Minotaurs tore up the hedges from their roots.



Extract from Chapter 32 : Mr. McRoast thinks the children are fast-food—but will they be fast enough?

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Mr. McRoast ran. He ran as fast as he could. Being an oversized lion this was pretty fast. But the rocks were moving faster. They were bouncing wildly down the mountain like huge balls and with each bounce they got nearer to Mr. McRoast. The leading rocks were almost upon him and behind rumbled hundreds more.
“What are we going to do?” asked the Wolf Head.
“What do we normally do when we’re being chased by rocks?” said the Goat Head.
The Wolf Head searched his memory. “We’ve never been chased by rocks before,” he said.
“Oh!” said the Goat Head.
“Me’s thinks we’s should hide behind that big, big, big rock,” said the Eagle Head.
“That’s stupid,” said the Wolf Head, “You can’t just hide from tumbling rocks.”
“They’re catching up on us,” said Goat Head.
“We need a plan,” said Wolf Head.
“But if we’s were behind that big, big, big . . .” said the Eagle Head.
“Shut up!” interrupted the Goat Head.
“But . . .” said the Eagle Head.
“We don’t need your silly opinion,” mocked the Wolf Head, “What we need is . . .”
Before the Wolf Head could complete his sentence a huge rock struck the Lion Body. Mr. McRoast was thrown through the air. He hit the ground with a thud, rolling over and over. More rocks hit him making him spin faster. His body was tossed this way then that before plunging down a deep crevasse. Above him the rocks, carried by their momentum, flew over the crevasse. He lay dazed, sore, but safe in the little hollow. He stayed there, licking his wounds, until the last rock passed and the noise subsided.
“Well, shall we get on with our attack?” asked the Goat Head.
“Nah,” replied the Wolf Head, “Those creatures are far too dangerous.”
“Me’s hungry,” said the Eagle Head.
“Shut up,” said the Wolf and Goat Heads in unison.