Tombs of Dross
Lew Anderson
eBook
(TreeStone Publishing, April 1, 2013)
When three young teens discover a stone pillar with strange, yet beautiful engravings, they have no way of knowing the extent to which their lives will be threatened. Mysteriously led into a world of peculiar people, extraordinary creatures, and unnatural forces, they fight for their survival. Through shipwrecks and battles, fighting beasts and men, they are hunted and pursed, yet befriended and thereby entwined into an ancient plot.A story of strength and courage, endurance and faith, friendship and trust, Tombs of Dross will ignite the adventurous child in both young and old alike.In Tombs of Dross, youâll escape into a world of excitement, intense danger, and deep friendship as you join the hair-raising and heart-warming journey of three teens who learn to trust and persevere, while boldly facing the elements of evil that seek to end their young lives. Lew A. Anderson creates a captivating world of intrigue and suspense-filled action in this first book of The Lorian Stones series. A compelling, delightful read for young and oldâfor all who love full-fledged adventure tales of hope and friendship in the midst of danger and trial.You never know what powers you bring.Excerpt from Chapter 15 THE ISLE OF MOSSâWhat is that?â Zac asked. âLooks like jelly.ââMoss beetle dung pile,â Garlock said out of the side of his mouth. âStay away. Take a moonâs passing to get yeer nose clear. Dumb things, eat bongly moss. Makes their dung stink so high the clouds cry. Protects âem though. Nothinâ goes near.âZac saw several more piles as they walked. âSo not something to spread on your morning toast.â Everyone chuckled, especially Garlock. Then, he was suddenly silenced.Without warning a giant brown lizard flashed from the left and plunged its mouth over Garlockâs head. It jerked him off the road and into the forest. It had come on its hind legs, but now ran on all fours. Garlock, with head and shoulders smothered inside the beastâs huge mouth, flailed about furiously. His arms and legs stuck out like a bug being eaten by a lizard. As quick as it had come it vanished into the forest of green.Nusa sprang. As the lizard scurried over the moss, she leapt high, claws extended. With a chilling growl she landed on the slimy beast. It could not run under her weight and thrashed about, jerking Garlock side-to-side. At first, no one moved. Then Eryn dashed off into the spongy moss. Like a football player running through tires, she lifted her legs high, fighting to run. The teens stood frozen, peering through the trees, watching the battle. The giant salamander, its skin brown and smooth, covered in a film of slime to which moss and twigs stuck, lashed about as Nusa, riding its back, kept trying to bite into the neck but would shake her jowls and snarl. She kept the beast from running, but not from smothering Garlock, his head still inside the monsterâs mouth. He kept reaching for his knife but the creatureâs writhing tossed him like a dog with a rag doll. Eryn ran with sword drawn. Nusa finally sunk fangs deep into the neck. The slimy beast opened its mouth and shrieked a piercing scream. With a cough, it spit Garlock out onto the moss. He jumped to his feet gasping for air. He shook his head. Foamy slime flung out in all directions. Eryn finally arrived but did not know where to strike. Nusa held her bite. Garlock drew his sword from over his shoulder. Holding it high with point down, he thrust it into the monsterâs head. The point sunk, going through into the spongy ground. The beast shrieked and squealed like a tortured pig. It jerked about with Nusa riding rodeo, claws and jaw set deep. Garlock put one knee over its mouth and gave his sword a violent twist. The tail thrashed about then twitched and quivered to a stop. Eryn stood, still holding her sword high, eyes wide.