A Whole Nother Story

A Whole Nother Story

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by Dr. Cuthbert Soup

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Mr. Cheeseman, his three relatively odor-free children, a psychic hairless dog, and a sock puppet named Steve are on the run. Why? Because Mr. Cheeseman invented a time machine, of course. Now they're being chased by international super spies, top secret government agents, and a genius monkey. Dr. Cuthbert Soup, the head of the Center of Unsolicited Advice,

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Mr. Cheeseman, his three relatively odor-free children, a psychic hairless dog, and a sock puppet named Steve are on the run. Why? Because Mr. Cheeseman invented a time machine, of course. Now they're being chased by international super spies, top secret government agents, and a genius monkey. Dr. Cuthbert Soup, the head of the Center of Unsolicited Advice, narrates this wild adventure that will lead readers straight into next season's sequel: Another Whole Nother Story.

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Publishers Weekly
Offbeat humor and wordplay by narrator Dr. Cuthbert Soup propel this very kid-friendly novel about inventor Ethan Cheeseman and his “three smart, polite, and relatively odor-free children,” who are in hiding. After one of Cheeseman's inventions attracts the wrong kind of attention, he and his children (who are ages eight, 12, and 14 and get to choose new aliases with each move) spend two years “on the run, scarcely keeping one step ahead of these corporate villains, foreign intelligence operatives, and members of government agencies so secretive that no one, not even those who work for them, knows their names.” Throughout, Dr. Soup intersperses humorous advice for readers: his warning signs that one has selected a “bad doctor” include “he... has a tattoo on his left wrist that, when seen in a mirror, forms the name of an evil international weapons conglomerate.” The storytelling, which merges deadpan narration with an absurdist sense of humor, is the real star of this fast-paced adventure. Final art not seen by PW. Ages 8–12. (Jan.)
School Library Journal
Gr 4–7—Ethan Cheeseman, genius scientist, has invented the Luminal Velocity Regulator, a device that supposedly enables travel that is faster than the speed of light. Unfortunately, when spies, corporation thugs, and shady governmental organizations hear about the machine, they try to steal it, killing Ethan's wife in the process. The scientist and his children (ages 8, 12, and 14) have been on the run ever since, relying on their clairvoyant dog, Pinky, to keep them one step ahead of the bad guys. When the family finally finds a town in which they hope to settle, the villains swoop down to steal the LVR, but the kids, their new friends, and a busload of circus sideshow performers save the day. There is plenty of quirky, offbeat humor and little pathos in this tale. However, the narrative bristles with asides and bad jokes, and the author interrupts the story with short chapters giving advice on tattoos, choosing a doctor, and other matters. The inanity can be wearing and the characters (except for the youngest Cheeseman's sock puppet, Steve) don't quite gel into fully realized people. Still, those who enjoyed Lemony Snicket's "A Series of Unfortunate Events" (HarperCollins) will find some of the same surreal qualities in this first book in a series—and a bit more warmth besides.—Eva Mitnick, Los Angeles Public Library
Kirkus Reviews
Three children and their inventor dad on the run from government agents, international superspies AND corporate baddies are finally forced to take a stand in this picaresque debut. Thanks largely to warnings from their psychic dog and the ability to pull up stakes in a New York minute, the Cheesemans have managed to keep themselves and father Ethan's nearly complete time machine out of the clutches of squads of bumbling but relentless pursuers since the suspicious death of mother Olivia. Their luck is about to run out, however. Freely mining C.S. Lewis and Lemony Snicket for characters and plot elements, Soup also positively channels Dave Barry for type of humor, comic timing and general style. The result is less pastiche, though, than a grand escapade centered around a close family of smart, helpful, likable characters who run into all sorts of oddball wanderers on the road and show plenty of inner stuff when push comes to shove. Which it does, in a climactic melee marked by violent crashes, numerous minor wounds and a probable segue into a sequel. Great fun. (Fiction. 11-13)
PW "Galley Talk"
There's something of Mark Twain in Dr. Cuthbert Soup's middle-grade novel, A Whole Nother Story (Bloomsbury, Jan. 2010), a winking satire that grabs readers and pulls them along a swiftly narrated adventure. The action follows Mr. Cheeseman and his three unique children. On the lam in order to protect the time machine Mr. Cheeseman has created, they must elude an array of characters. The story line, however engaging, is not the selling point. What makes this one noteworthy is its joyful manipulation of language. Word play, circular arguments, unnecessary clarifications, tongue-in-cheek descriptions and aptly named characters will keep readers on their toes. To top it off, chapters of "unsolicited advice" provide enough satire to have readers laughing out loud. Booksellers and librarians will find this easy to put into the hands of middle-graders looking for funny stories with action and adventure. Young readers will enjoy Dr. Soup's voice, likening him to Lemony Snicket or Jonathan Stroud's Bartimaeus.
Readers or listeners will enjoy the ride and will look forward to the Cheesmans' future adventures.
San Francisco Chronicle
If the kids are waiting for the next Wimpy Kid book, hand them this one. It's outrageous, funny and contains practical unsolicited advice.
Wired.com/Geek Dad
If you take yourself very seriously, perhaps this isn't the book for you. But if you're in the mood for a lot of silliness and reading about a really interesting and quirky family, then it's perfect. . . . This book is a rollicking good time, contains silly fun for kids and grown-ups alike, is interesting and quirky, is a good price.
A rare find. Its tone is light and amusing, and the jokes honestly never seem to end. …The type of jesting here is reminiscent of humorous authors like Lemony Snicket and Shel Silverstein. It's bound to leave you with some chuckles and more than a few smiles, and I would say that it's the perfect book for young boys.
Critiquing the World
If Lemony Snicket and Dave Barry got married and had a baby, this book would be it. There are parts that are laugh-out-loud funny (I'm particularly fond of the little excerpts of advice from Dr. Cuthbert). It's great for the crowd that loved the Wayside School and Unfortunate Events series.
Book Aunt
Soup is good at at creating small touches that add humorous dimension to the story. This book is simply a lot of fun.
Book Witches Blog
Not suggested for readers with an aversion to hairless psychic dogs, talking sock puppets, or puns.
How can one resist a book that sports a sock puppet named Steve on its cover? A Whole Nother Story is a slapstick, sci-fi adventure for readers who appreciate truly silly humor.
VOYA - Cynthia Grady
The Cheeseman family (father and three children who are practically odor-free) and their psychic dog must keep running to stay one step ahead of the bad guys—various corporate agents and international spies who want to get their hands on Dr. Cheeseman and his deceased wife's latest and as-yet-incomplete invention: a time travel machine. In fact, some of these characters are the same men who have killed Mrs. Cheeseman. A host of unusual characters and groan-worthy hijinks keep the plot moving at high speed, although it is occasionally interrupted for a breather by the book's author and narrator for some timely albeit unsolicited advice. The book seems to be seeking the audience that goes for the cheesy, silly, and slapstick, but it misses the mark. There will be fans for certain, but not the mass audience that Diary of a Wimpy Kid or similar series have drawn in recent publication cycles. The tongue-in-cheek narration tries a little too hard, which leads the reader to feel that a television laugh track accompanies the text. Still plenty of middle grade and younger middle school readers will scoop it up. Reviewer: Cynthia Grady

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Bloomsbury USA
Publication date:
Whole Nother Story Series
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Product dimensions:
6.94(w) x 11.28(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

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Chapter 3
Mr. Cheeseman had been driving for three hours when finally night began to move aside and the new day inched slowly above the distant hills.

“Okay, gang,” said Mr. Cheeseman, checking his rearview mirror and happy to find that it remained completely free of pursuers. “Looks like we made it. Pinky hasn’t growled in over an hour, so at least for the time being, it looks as though we’re out of danger.”

“Can we do the names now?” Crandall said with a yawn.

The only fun part about being on the run from various pursuers, all falling over themselves to get their hands on the LVR, was that each time Mr. Cheeseman and his family moved, he required the children to completely change their identities. This was done for their own safety. And the best part was that they were each allowed to choose their own names, both first and last, with absolutely no interference from their father, who felt that a child’s creativity should never be harnessed.

“Sure,” said Mr. Cheeseman. “If you’re ready.” “I’m ready,” said Crandall. “I’ve already got my new name all picked out. From now on, you can call me . . .” Crandall paused for dramatic effect as he always did, chewing on his giant wad of flavorless bubble gum. “. . . Gerard LaFontaine.”

Mr. Cheeseman rubbed his chin and nodded his head slowly, also for dramatic effect.

“I like it,” he said. “Good work, Gerard.” “Thanks,” said Gerard, who in the past had gone by such names as Ernesto Diablo, Johnny Cigar, Carlton J. Moneypants, and, most recently, Crandall Moriarty.

“Hmm, I don’t know. You don’t really look like a Gerard,” said Saffron, who in the past had given herself such names as Lucretia Dee, Paprika Jones, Salmonella Sneezeguard, and, most recently, Saffron Ponderosa.

“I kind of like it,” said Barton. “It sounds . . . sophisticated.”

“That’s what I mean,” said Saffron with a flip of her auburn hair. “Doesn’t really suit him at all.”

“I am so phosisticrated,” said the newly named Gerard. “Anyway, it’s probably better than your new name, Saffron.” “I will thank you,” replied Saffron, “to address me by my proper name, which, from this point forward, will be Magenta- Jean Jurgenson.”

Gerard’s first inclination was to make fun of his sister’s new name, but he had to admit that Magenta- Jean Jurgenson had a pretty good ring to it, and so he decided to simply keep his mouth shut.

Steve the sock puppet, on the other hand (the left hand, to be precise), showed no such restraint and blurted out, “That’s the dumbest name I’ve ever heard.”

Saffron, or I should say Magenta- Jean, reached out and flicked Steve the sock puppet with her middle finger.


“Well I like it very much,” said Mr. Cheeseman. “It is a bit of a mouthful, however.”

“You can call me Maggie for short,” said Magenta- Jean. “Unless you’re angry with me. Then you can say, ‘Magenta- Jean Jurgenson, you get in here this instant!’ ”

“Come now,” said Mr. Cheeseman, looking at his daughter in the rearview mirror. “When was the last time I got angry with you?”

“October sixteenth of last year,” said Maggie, who had nothing short of an incredible memory. “About four forty in the afternoon.”

“Well I don’t remember that at all,” said Mr. Cheeseman. “Why was I angry with you?”

“Well if you don’t remember, then I don’t think I’ll remind you,” said Maggie.

“Point well made, Maggie,” said Mr. Cheeseman. “Okay, Barton, you’re next. Have you decided upon a new name for yourself?”

“Yup,” said Barton, who had previously answered to such names as Figaro Lowenstein, Antoine Razorback, Lucias Aloisius von Dignacious III, and, most recently, Barton Burton. “My new name will be Joe Smith.”

Maggie and Gerard immediately broke into laughter, assuming their older brother must be joking. When he himself failed to so much as crack a smile, they knew he must be serious.

“Joe Smith?” said Gerard. “That’s not very posistiphated.” “I hate to say it,” said Maggie, twirling a strand of reddish hair around her index finger, “but I kind of agree with Gerard. Joe Smith just seems kind of . . . boring.”

“Well,” said Mr. Cheeseman, “it is slightly less imaginative than we’ve come to expect from you.”

“But Dad, you’re jumping to conclusions before having all the evidence— something you’ve always told us not to do. Sure, the name Joe Smith might be kind of boring. Unless it looks like this.”

He handed his father a piece of paper upon which he had written the name Jough Psmythe.

Mr. Cheeseman took his eyes off the road and rearview mirror long enough to glance at the piece of paper. He said nothing and simply broke into a smile that indicated “That’s more like it.”

“What is it?” clamored Gerard. “What does it say?”

Mr. Cheeseman handed the piece of paper back over his shoulder and, as Gerard reached for it, Maggie snatched it away.

“Jough Psmythe?” she said, wadding up the paper in disgust.

“What? You don’t like it?” asked Jough, who could be very sensitive about such things.

“That’s not it at all,” said Maggie. “In fact, I have to admit it’s perfect. I only wish I had come up with it first.”

“That’s ridiculous,” said Steve the sock puppet. “Jough is a boy’s name.”

Back at the pale yellow house that Mr. Cheeseman and his children had most recently called home, the occupants of the gray car and the little brown car had shaken off the effects of the Inertia Ray and had returned to normal— only to find that the white station wagon had vanished.

As the two cars drove away from the yellow house in opposite directions, a third car, a long black sedan with equally black windows, pulled slowly into the driveway.

The doors opened and four men in dark suits and dark sunglasses hopped out of the car. Truth be told, this is only an expression: they did not actually hop out of the car, as this would not only increase one’s chances of hitting one’s head on the way out but also look very silly.

And trust me when I say that these were not men who were in the habit of doing anything to make themselves look silly.

As the serious- looking men stood before the pale yellow house, none of them gave even the slightest thought to the lovely smell of the freshly wet pavement of the driveway.

Instead, three of the men looked to the fourth as if awaiting instructions. The man they looked to was known only as Mr. 5.

The other three were known as Mr. 29, Mr. 88, and Mr. 207. This should give you an idea as to just how important Mr. 5 was in the grand scheme of things. Tall and slim, Mr. 5 had an exceedingly bony face and cheeks so hollow it looked as if they were sewn tightly together from the inside. His bald, sweaty head and his large reflective sunglasses gave him the look of a shiny, pale insect.

Without speaking, he nodded toward Mr. 88 and Mr. 207. The two men nodded back, apparently in complete agreement with what Mr. 5 had not said.

The two men then walked around the side of the house toward the backyard, leaving Mr. 5 and Mr. 29, a fellow of enormous size with giant rings on each of his giant fingers, standing in the driveway. Mr. 5 walked up the steps to the front porch and Mr. 29 followed dutifully.

When they reached the front door, Mr. 5 looked at his oversized compatriot and nodded as if what they were about to do they had done a thousand times before. Mr. 29 responded to the nod by removing a small but powerful set of bolt cutters from his pocket. He applied the bolt cutters to the door handle and, with one quick snap with his enormous hands, clipped off the entire doorknob, causing it to fall to the ground and bounce down the front stairs and roll into a flower bed, nearly crushing a ladybug named Doris.

Again Mr. 5 nodded toward Mr. 29, who simply responded by kicking in the front door to the house. He kicked with such force that the door actually said goodbye to its hinges and fell onto the living room floor.

“They’re gone,” said Mr. 29.

“I can see that, you idiot,” hissed Mr. 5 as he grabbed the large man’s necktie and pulled him close to his unnaturally bony face. “The question is, why are they gone?”

Mr. 5 released Mr. 29’s necktie and wiped a bead of cold sweat from his clammy forehead. As he did, the sleeve of his left arm receded just far enough to reveal a series of letters and numbers tattooed on his wrist in dark black ink. The oddly cryptic tattoo read 3VAW1X319.

Just then, Mr. 88 and Mr. 207 burst in through the back door.

“Looks like they’re gone,” said Mr. 207.

“Brilliant deduction,” said Mr. 5. “Did your mother drop you on your head? And what is that in your hand?” “It’s a plum,” replied Mr. 207, biting into the bright purple fruit. “There’s a tree out back. Very nice flavor.” “Get rid of it! This is not snack time!”

Mr. 207 sheepishly tossed the partially eaten plum onto the floor.

“We’re here for one reason and one reason only,” said Mr. 5, pacing about the room. “Do you understand me?” The three men all nodded agreeably.

“This is the seventh time now. The seventh time that we have responded to information as to their whereabouts, and the seventh time we’ve arrived too late. Somebody must be tipping them off. Someone inside the company.” Mr. 5 looked suspiciously at the three men standing before him.

“Well . . . certainly you don’t think it was one of us,” said Mr. 88.

“It’s possible, isn’t it?” said Mr. 5 as he squatted down to inspect a doggie chew toy left behind in the panic. “Who do you think is tipping them off? The family dog?” “No sir,” said Mr. 88 with an incredulous chuckle. “Of course not! But when I find out who is responsible, that person will wish he had never been born. That I promise you.”

Mr. 5 reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a very small cell phone, about the size of a matchbook. He put the phone to his mouth and spoke a single word. “Headquarters.”

He waited for a moment, then a woman’s voice came through the earpiece.

“Headquarters. Go ahead, Mr. 5.”

“Yes,” said Mr. 5. “I need to speak to Mr. 1 immediately.” “I’m sorry, but Mr. 1 is unavailable at this moment. May I take a message?”

“No, you may not,” scowled Mr. 5. “Let me speak to Mr. 2.”

“Mr. 2 is in a meeting, but I’d be happy to . . .”

“Very well,” said Mr. 5, quickly losing his patience. “Let me speak to . . .”

“I’m afraid Mr. 3 is also unavailable. Would you like me to put you through to Ms. 4?”

Just the mention of Ms. 4’s name made Mr. 5’s face look as though it hurt very badly.

“Fine,” he huffed. “I will speak to Ms. 4.”

“One moment please,” said the voice at the other end. Mr. 5 covered the mouthpiece of the tiny phone with his thumb, then spun around to face the others. “We have failed for the last time, gentlemen. Next time, we will find them and we will crush them.”

This bit of information seemed to pique Mr. 88’s interest. “How?” he asked.

“How what?” said Mr. 5, his thumb still pressed over the mouthpiece.

“How will we crush them? Will we use one of those giant machines at the junkyard that they use to crush old cars? I think that would work pretty well.”

“Or how about a steam roller?” Mr. 207 offered. “That would crush ’em real good, too.”

“A steam roller?” scoffed Mr. 88. “That’s for squishing, not crushing.”

“Aren’t they the same thing?” asked Mr. 207. “Squishing and crushing?”

“Hardly,” said Mr. 88. “Take a tube of toothpaste, for instance. You don’t crush it. You squish it from the bottom.” “I usually squeeze mine from the middle,” said the normally silent Mr. 29. “My wife hates that.”

“Would you shut up, all of you!” barked Mr. 5. “What does toothpaste have to do with anything?” “Nothing,” admitted Mr. 88. “I was only trying to figure out what might be the best method of crushing Mr. Cheeseman and his family.”

“It was only a figure of speech, you idiot,” said Mr. 5. “Oh,” said Mr. 88 with a sudden look of disappointment.

“So then . . . no actual crushing?”

“No. I meant only that we will find them and destroy them. Ruin them. Devastate them to the point that they will wish they had never dared to defy us in the first place.”

“I see,” said Mr. 88 as he considered this for a moment. “How about squishing?”

On a small tropical island, somewhere in the southern hemi sphere, there stood a large factory nearly hidden from view by the dense jungle foliage. On a hill above that factory was a large office building, and in that building was an office belonging to a small, thin- lipped woman with long red fingernails named Ms. 4. (That is not to say her long red fingernails were named Ms. 4 but that the woman herself was named that. As of this writing, the woman had not named her fingernails.)

The phone on her desk emitted a low beep, followed by the sound of a young man’s voice saying, “Ms. 4? Mr. 6 is on line 5. I’m sorry. Correction, Mr. 5 is on line 6.”

The thin- lipped woman with the nameless red fingernails rearranged her face to look slightly annoyed, then reached out and picked up the phone on her desk. “Hello, Mr. 5. What is the current status? Have you secured the LVR?”

“Someone must have tipped them off. We . . . lost them. Again,” said Mr. 5, swallowing his pride.

“I would advise you, Mr. 5, not to fail again,” said Ms. 4, looking out her window at the bustling factory below. “If you wish to keep your current position with the company.”

“I believe I have already demonstrated that I will do what ever it takes to get the LVR. And I will get it. Or I will die trying,” said Mr. 5, wiping his cold, moist, boney forehead with his tattooed left wrist.

“Yes. Yes, you will,” said Ms. 4 through her thin lips.

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A Whole Nother Story 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 150 reviews.
nose_in_a_bookEB More than 1 year ago
i luv all the advice and the narration. i would recommend to anyone. if you've never laughed out loud while reading a book, you will when you read this one.
MEQuine More than 1 year ago
In seeking out a delicious summer read to share with my younger tween daughter, I picked up this gem, not fully realizing what joy and delight the two of us would find between the delightfully engaging covers of this book. If you have enjoyed The Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket (aka Daniel Handler), you MUST acquire, devour, and savor this amazing newest book. Oh, sure . . . neither Lemony nor Daniel are credited with the authorship, but the voice . . . the word choice . . . the characterization . . . the humor . . . DELICIOUS! Though an entirely new adventure with a new cast of characters and new dilemmas to face, you will find this book to be reassuringly familiar, like an old friend returning. What a joy--just as I had donated our family's Series of Unfortunate Events collection to our school library so that all our students could have them available . . . a gift! Thank you, and welcome (back)!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Dr. Soup has a clever, amusing, voice that makes the book increasingly difficult to put down. His wordplay is absolutely brilliant! A must-read for kids who love humor.
Emmagburns More than 1 year ago
Loved everything except the very end
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A Whole Nother Story is one of the best books you'll ever read. It's laugh out loud funny (seriously it really is), and includes murder, high speed car chases, government spys, and a very evil corperation out to steal a very important time machine. Will the genius inventor Ethen Cheeseman and his realitively oderless free children save the day? Or will the government and evil corpiration win out? Read A Whole Nother Story to find out! I promise you won't regret it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I very much enjoyed this book. No matter how many times I have read it, it is still outrageously funny. As you read the book I do recommend reading the advice as well, because to understand some of the humor in the story you have to read the advice as well. The characters consist of: Ethan Cheeseman and his three smart, pleasant, witty, attractive, polite, and relatively odor free children, their psychic dog, two secret service agents, a Russian spy and his "leetle minkey friend" the misters 5, 27, 88, and 207, the members of a traveling circus, and a sock puppet named Steve. If I were to rate this book as an advice book, then I would give it only two or three stars, but if I were to rate this book as an all around funny book with a good story (which I did) I would give it four or five (which I also did).
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Seriously the one of the funniest book ive ever read! Love, love, love it! Read this book! You wont regret it! Bkwrm :D
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book but, i would not allow my children to read it. To much villance
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I know I already posted a review, but I would like to know what book the Legend of Samuel Knight starts at. P.S. This book is recommended to anyone and everyone who has a sense of humor by me, even though I don't know what kind of books they like.
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I love this book because it is hilarious and has some smart alec advice from dr cuthburt soup !
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When are you posting? Please post soon!!! Really enjoy your story!!! ~author of The Sorceress' Labyrinth &star
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ya when are you posting part 25 and read my story at the lighting thief it called Half-Blood~JP
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Way to go!! You should do a part from Odyns P.O.V. now. Do some more stuff with her personality. Remember, she's afraid if she isn't noticed she'll disapear. And don't forget about her lemur Gilly!!! REALLY good job! Youre really keeping this story interesting!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Guess who's back? Back again....... I've already referenced Eminem enough for one story. Anyway, what's up everyone? I'm getting started right away so the next part is at Another Whole Nother Story. Remember to leave feedback at Samuel Knight res. 1 and any questions at result 2. This part will be in Odyn's p.o.v. On with the story! --- Well we parted ways with the goddess Iris and continued on our way to Las Vegas. Iris told us that Sam should be up on his feet within the next two hours. I wonder what she was talking about when she exaimed him earlier. She was saying how he'd been through so much. What exactly did that mean? The Romans decided to lead us to Las Vegas since they knew the area. I still don't trust them completely, since they tried to kill us. Everyone else seemed to accept them right away. What if they were lying about running from Marcus? What if this was a trap? I decided to play it extra cautious and keep my eyes on them. Gilly climbed up on my shoulder and was pulling on my shirt. That ment one thing. "Guys we need to hide!" Nobody asked questions and we all jumped into the bushes along our path. It was quiet for a minute, until a group of eagles flew overhead. They each carried a demigod in their claws. "Looks like our time ran out." Jose whispered. "Be quiet!" Julia ordered him. The eagles flew in low and dropped the demigods off. I looked at each of them and didn't see Marcus. They must've sent out two groups. One looking for us and the other the Romans. If these guys were that good at tracking then we'd soon have two groups to deal with. The group of Romans split up and started to search the area. Two of them stayed in our area. We needed a plan now, before they discovered us. I thought back to the move Marcus did at their camp with his sword. I had one shot, but it was risky. I picked up John's daggers and focused on them. I threw one at each guard (and before you say anything I threw them hilt first) and managed to hit them in the back of the heads. They collapsed and I brought the daggers back on a gust of wind. "Nice move!" John praised. Emily looked at me and then at Sam's limp body. I know she was thinking that I just used a move that nearly took her boyfriend's life, and who could blame her for being concerned. We were out of options though and I didn't know what else to do. We all decided to play it safe and stay near the bushes. We did the same strategy everytime we came upon another set of Romans. I glanced at Julia and Cary and I saw the sadness in their eyes. We were hurting their old friends. I couldn't imagine what it must be like. We took out the last of the Romans and walked for another ten minutes. We came across an old campsite and decided to try and rest. We all sat there awake in the cold California air. We all kept our weapons at our sides just incase we were ambushed. Then, I don't know how it happened, but we all fell asleep. I was the first to wake up in the morning and realize what we had done. Thankfully, we were in one piece. When I thought we finally caught a break I heard a voice. "Quickly, there they are!" --- Well what'd you think? Let me know. - SK
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is absolutely fabulous. You must get it!!!!
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