PYRO(2)(英文精裝)

　　Join Pyro and his friends on their second journey!

　　They make their way successfully to the warlock's mansion, but more challenges await them there.

　　The warlock and his cunning daughter brew animosity and confusion among Pyro's group…

作者簡介

Justin Sau

　　Justin was born on March 8, 2007, in Hong Kong. He goes to the school HKIS. He is Chinese, and he lives with his mom, dad and brother. His favorite authors are Rick Riordan, Stuart Gibbs, and J.K. Rowling, who inspired Justin to become a writer. In his free time, he enjoys watching YouTube, playing video games, and reading. This is his first chapter book. He hopes you've enjoyed the book.

Chapter 1

We had been walking for hours. Me with my giant pack, my mom and dad and the nice guard with travel bags, Cassandra struggling to roll her suitcase, Mr. Genesis walking with his magic duffel bag, Magnus with a bag to hold 3 quivers of arrows, my bow and his bow, and the usual stuff, Biff with another big carry bag, and Quicksilver padding by..

“This is a pretty good spot to camp for the night, huh Mr. G?” I asked. It was a grassy area, with enough undergrowth to conceal us and close to the trail, with leaves raked aside so it wouldn’t be easy to miss.

“Alright, fine!” Mr. Genesis said.  He was a hard taskmaster. The only reason he let us camp is because Biff had fallen asleep in the middle of walking and had toppled backward and couldn’t get up. I pulled him up, and he dragged himself over to a clean spot. There was a clean river nearby, again; hidden in thick bushes, and we took turns bathing. I wore my bathing suit and used my soap to clean off the worst of the grime and the smell. I helped Quicksilver clean off a bit too. I felt cleaner than I had in days. This warlock stuff was tiring me out. Why did all of the fortresses/castles have to be at the unaccessible back of the island? I changed and sat on a log, like the others and began shaping a hickory wood throwing knife that I had started making. Every once in a while, I would check to see if it was balanced by putting a finger down the middle and letting it balance. If it stabilized, I would continue. If it didn’t, I would make some adjustments. Then, I fished out some sandpaper and began absentmindedly smoothing the knife.