Thursday, August 30, 2012

The Power of Six - Chapter 33

Chapter 33I’M HOVERING OVER GRASS. I’M FLOATING OVER a river. I feel wretchedand stiff, and every time I dare to open my eyes, I’m either bouncing over alog or gliding up a rocky hill. There’s a constant noise, and it takes meseveral minutes to realize it’s the sound of Bernie Kosar’s hooves. I’mdraped over his back and we’re moving quickly through...

The Power of Six - Chapter 31

Chapter 31BY THE LOOK ON SAM’S FACE I CAN TELL HE’S just about lost all faith ingetting out of here alive. My own shoulders sag as I stare into the massivewhite eyes of the beast that’s rising to its feet in front of us. It takes its time,stretching its muscular neck, veins as thick as Roman columns protrudingon both sides. The dark skin on its face...

The Power of Six - Chapter 32

Chapter 32THUNDER ROLLS, FOLLOWED BY BRILLIANT STREAKS of lightning,and in their glare I see the clouds expand and drop. Rainfalls in heavy sheets, and the armored Mogadorian looksdown at me. He presses the cannon against my bluependant and says something I can’t understand. My woundin my stomach has almost healed, and I hear Ella yell myname over...

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Power of Six - Chapter 30

Chapter 30THE GUNFIRE MAKES MY EARS RING LONG AFTER it’s stopped.Smoke rises from the end of the barrel, but Crayton wastesno time and drops the gun’s clip and snaps another inplace. Heaping mounds of ash have given the air a thickhaze. We stand waiting, Ella and I behind Crayton. Hekeeps the gun raised, his finger hovering on the trigger. AMogadorian...

The Power of Six - Chapter 29

Chapter 29WE GET AS CLOSE TO THE CAVE AS WE CAN WITHOUT being seen, andwe duck behind a tree. I place the Xitharis stone on the sticky side of asection of duct tape. Sam watches with his fingers pinched around hisstopwatch.“Ready?” I ask.He nods. I press the Xitharis and the tape to the verybottom of my sternum. I vanish instantly and Sam hits thewatch’s...

The Power of Six - Chapter 27

Chapter 27A GROWL COMES FROM MY LEFT, AND I LIFT MY head to seeanother man in a trench coat with long brown hair. I rush tomy feet as the Mogadorian lifts his hand. A flash of lightcomes from it and hits me hard in the left shoulder, sendingme flying backwards. The pain is instant and blinding. Itruns down my arm, white-hot as though electricity has...