Hollow Earth
John Barrowman, Carole E. Barrowman
Language: English
Pages: 416
ISBN: 1442458534
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In this fresh and innovative middle grade fantasy, imagination matters most in a world where art can keep monsters trapped—or set them free.
Lots of twins have a special connection, but twelve-year-old Matt and Emily Calder can do way more than finish each other’s sentences. Together, they are able to bring art to life and enter paintings at will. Their extraordinary abilities are highly sought after, particularly by a secret group who want to access the terrors called Hollow Earth. All the demons, devils, and evil creatures ever imagined are trapped for eternity in the world of Hollow Earth—trapped unless special powers release them.
The twins flee from London to a remote island off the west coast of Scotland in hopes of escaping their pursuers and gaining the protection of their grandfather, who has powers of his own. But the villains will stop at nothing to find Hollow Earth and harness the powers within. With so much at stake, nowhere is safe—and survival might be a fantasy.
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across the page. ‘I’m better at heads than you.’ ‘Fine,’ smarted Matt. ‘Anyway, I’ve a great idea for the tail.’ The twins were fast. Within seconds, a tremor rumbled up from inside the peak. As their grandfather watched, the huge rock started whipping from side to side. Mighty jaws burst from the rock face – but not lion’s jaws. Reptilian jaws. The curve of what Renard had always thought was a lion’s mane was suddenly and shockingly the thick slate scales of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. The monster
‘Fishing off Era Mina?’ said Matt. ‘Grandpa always says the few hours before and after a storm are the best.’ ‘Well, he’s moving pretty fast for a fisherman,’ signed Zach, running ahead of them towards the boathouse. C’mon, Em. Em took off after Zach. ‘Wait up!’ Matt sprinted after them both. Inside the boathouse, Zach grabbed the binoculars from a hook near the door. The man in the fishing boat had slowed, clearly scouting the island. Zach passed the binoculars to Em. ‘Did you recognize
two were the same couple that had tried to get them to perform one of their tourist shows. ‘Has he had seizures before?’ the man asked. ‘Never.’ Em watched helplessly as Matt continued writhing in the sand. The man pressed his hands on Matt’s shoulders, restraining him, nodding pointedly at the woman. Em noticed the odd look. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘I need to keep him from hurting himself,’ said the man, while the woman was digging in her shoulder bag. A small crowd was gathering, Matt’s
to Malcolm. Mara heard her bedroom door open as she admired her wall of paintings. She turned to greet her guest with a wry and knowing smile. FIFTY-THREE Sitting in front of the fire’s dying embers, after everyone else was in bed, Matt, Em and Zach stared at the padded envelope on the coffee table. ‘You discovered it, Matt. You open it.’ Matt tipped the package upside down, letting the contents fall on to the table: a thin wooden box and a letter. Matt opened the box and lifted out the
Chief Constable had left at their disposal. ‘So be warned!’ Hobbling on crutches, Zach walked into the kitchen first. Matt came in right behind him, his arm in a sling. Em, her hip bruised but nothing broken, helped Simon guide Vaughn across the threshold, his fractured ribs wrapped tightly, the cuts and gashes from his fall cleaned and stitched. Jeannie stood blocking their view of the kitchen table, hands on her hips. ‘Ye all are in big trouble,’ she said. She drilled Vaughn with her stare.