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The Legends And The Inca Crystals, by Lia Ginno
This book has 223 pages and is
suitable for 9 years PLUS.
Chapter One
“Ouch!” Katelin’s thick black hair caught between the aircraft chair and her
Mother’s shoulder as they both tried to peer through the plane’s tiny
window, taking in the fields and ground below, as they approached the little
airport of Newquay in Cornwall. Katelin gave her Mother a rueful grin and
pulled her hair out, flinching. Her Mother Isabelle, whose long dark black
hair was tied neatly in a knot at the back of her neck, gave her the ‘I told
you so!’ stare. Katelin threw back her head and laughed. Her Mother had
wanted to braid Katelin’s hair that morning at the airport hotel. She hated
having her hair plaited and preferred it down, flowing round her shoulders
and spiraling to her waist.
The journey yesterday from Peru, had been long and boring and they had both
been tired when they reached the Heathrow hotel. This morning however
Katelin was far too excited to be bored or tired. Her tummy was churning.
Was it from the excitement of meeting her Father? She had not seen him since
she was three, when he had left Peru and returned to England. In fact she
had not spoken to him either. Maybe it was fear she was feeling. She had
never felt fear; maybe this was what it was like. Her Father had sent her
birthday presents, but never a letter. If it had not been for her
grandparents she would have known little about him! How would she feel when
she saw him? She had imagined their meeting so many times until it swum
about in her brain – the mere thought increased the butterflies in her
stomach!
She turned to look at her Mother. Isabelle was always so calm and graceful
with the most serene smile that always brought peace to Katelin’s heart, but
not today. She gave her Mother a mischievous grin as the plane’s engines
changed pitch and the wheels slid out.
Isabelle’s soft tones said in Spanish, “Well this is it.”
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Wizard:
These two children are no match for my years of experience.
They have no one to show them the way. |
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