Sam clung to the branch of the tall tree, trying not to think about the swaying and buffeting the wind was inflicting on him. He was feeling a little ill. He opened one eye and squinted to see the men with torches creeping across the battlements of the nearby castle. It seemed very late, dark and windy to be fixing a rooftop. Sam wanted to know what they were up to. Sylvia had called him nosy – he thought he was just inquisitive – but he knew he should really go home, not get into more trouble. Then he saw the masks – builders don’t wear masks! Sam dug his claws into he bark of the tree, leapt forward with all his might, and landed by the drawbridge of the castle. What was he getting himself into?
Adventure
The Frozen Wilderness
I looked back at the wreck of our aeroplane. The giant 747 lay at the end of its makeshift landing strip, like a fallen dragon; its last breaths forming plumes of smoke, even after defeat. Read more…
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