Search for Senna (Everworld #1)
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David's life was pretty normal. School. Friends. Girlfriend. Actually, Senna was probably the oddest aspect of his life. She was beautiful. Smart. But there was something very different about her. Something strange.And on the day it began, everything happened so quickly. One moment, Senna was with him. The next, she was swallowed up by the earth. Her screams echoing from far, far away. David couldn't just let her go. Neither could the others. His friends -- and hers. So, they followed. And found themselves in a world they never could have imagined.Now they have to find Senna and get home without losing their lives. Or their minds. Or both....
cavern. It was a glow that came from a living creature. There, curled and coiled, its loops wrapped casually around pillars of stone, lay a snake. It was radioactive green, with a pattern of hollow squares, like yellow leopard spots, all along its length. The yellow spots were each the size of a basketball court. It was a snake the size of a fifty-car freight train. And that was only the part we could see. There was no way of knowing how far back down the caves this hideous, impossible
staring down at the snake. Just then, I guess someone finally told Loki we’d escaped. “FIND THEM!” The voice blasted down the tunnel. It was thunder! It was bombs going off! It shook the rock beneath our feet. April fell against Jalil. Jalil windmilled his arms madly, trying to fly. I stuck out a hand and grabbed his right arm. He spun to face me. His foot slipped. He fell. Chapter XIV I gripped Jalil’s hand but his fingers escaped. His face hit hard on the edge of the floor.
that water and die. Except that I was still falling. And so was Christopher, who was closest to hitting. We were all still falling. But slowly. Way too slowly. The air felt normal; it wasn’t whipping past. I breathed it in short, desperate gulps. My heart was hammering. My deep brain was still convinced I would be crushed by the impact. But then I saw Christopher hit. He entered the water with barely a ripple. Like an Olympic diver. Right behind him, April and Jalil. Both with no more
song… playing my life with his words…’ ” I froze. The world froze. She was singing and the Viking was deciding whether we heard the end of the song or never heard anything again. The arrow would fly. I would reach to stop it, but by the time my hands came up, by the time my fingers began to close, it would be in me, through me, draining my blood in fountain spurts. But now April was getting into it. The shaky fear voice was giving way to a singing voice that grew stronger and more
us a poem!” he roared in a voice that rattled the roof timbers. I opened my mouth. “Twas brillig, and the s-s-slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the—” “Do you seek to mock me?” He wasn’t Loki, but he was doing a good impression. At the moment it was Christopher who saved us. I don’t know what moved him. I don’t understand the brain that could do what he did next. But at that moment he not only saved us. He gave us a hit. He stepped forward. He clenched his fist.