The Emerald Hunt: Max Hamby Book 2 E-Book

Kathy Cyr

• Herausgeber: Kathy Cyr
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

"The Max Hamby series is perfect for readers of Harry Potter, Fablehaven, Unwanteds, Septimus Heap and Charlie Bone. A mix of magic, adventure, humor, friendship and family that draws you in."
“Let me out, witch," growled Alice. She hummed off key. Griselda stepped away from the door. "I can help the little wee babes," Alice sung sweetly. "Through the woods and into the dark. Where he whispers the words to make his mark. Little boy of green..." she chuckled. "...has gone to the wizard who is evil and mean.” 

Max Hamby’s story continues, but this time he is joined by Milo Jenkins.
The battle between good and evil has just begun.
Oxworth Pitt destroyed Max’s home and trapped his mother in the Shadowstone with a three hundred year old witch.
Isolde is getting stronger.
Max must travel to Grimhold, a goblin slave market, to find the next stone before Oxworth or risk losing everything.
Milo Jenkins has always been a big believer in myth and magic, but he’s left reeling from a nightmare filled with destruction and images of Max Hamby. When he’s given his grandfather’s strange pendant, with a warning to never take it off, he becomes suspicious that there might be more to his nightmare than he thought. His suspicions are confirmed when he learns that Pleasant Seas has been destroyed and an entire community lost and sets out on a quest to learn the truth.

Max Hamby and the Emerald Hunt is the second book in Kathy Cyr’s Max Hamby series; a middle grade fantasy series.

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Max Hamby

The Emerald Hunt

Book 2

Kathy Cyr

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“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.”

–Dr. Seuss

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My heart & inspiration – Rey, Justin, Krista

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with.

Copyright © 2015 Kathy Cyr. All rights reserved. Including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof, in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the author.

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“Save some pancakes for us and be sure to take care of your mom and grandma, Milo.” Those were his father's last words before he shuffled out the door with his grandfather six years ago. Today was their birthday. Their belongings were packed away and stored in the attic long ago. One by one, photographs disappeared off the mantle. Once a year, his mom and grandma would make a big pancake breakfast and clean the house from morning till night. It was their way of dealing with the pain. He was five when they disappeared. The memory used to be fresh in his mind, but now it played like an old grainy movie.

Milo closed his eyes and concentrated. He could almost feel his father's rough, callused hands the last time they hugged goodbye. And if he stared at the back of his eyelids long enough, he could see the twinkle in his grandfather's eye as the old man ruffled his hair. Sometimes it was hard to remember what they looked like. Those were the times he'd pull out the framed picture he kept hidden under his bed.

Once in a while he could still feel the coolness of the cement walkway under his bare feet on that last morning. It was covered with grass and weeds now. He had chased after them and begged them not to go, but they didn't listen. They gave one last wave and walked away. They were never seen or heard from again.

A knock thumped on the bedroom door and Milo jumped with a start. “Come in.” The door opened and in popped a head full of gray curls. “Hi, Grandma.”

“Good morning, Milo,” she said, with a warm smile. The wrinkles around her mouth deepened. “How's the best grandson in the whole wide world?”

Milo rolled his eyes and picked his sneakers up off the floor. “I'm your only grandson,” he said, smirking at her.

“Breakfast is ready, smarty-pants,” she said, turning to leave.

“Grandma?” She gave him a side glance and raised an eyebrow. “I had another weird dream and...um....” If he were to be honest, it had been a nightmare. He never had trouble discussing his dreams with her before. Normally, he'd just shake it off and forget about it, but the one last night was different. It wasn't jumbled like all the others and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the images out of his head. He fumbled with his sneakers and waited for her to sit down.