The ancient land of Batu is on the verge of extinction. Its villagers have been driven to the top of frozen Mt. Hua to escape the evil shroud that is stealing the souls of their children. Bohai, the teenage shaman, knows his people’s only hope lie with three teenage friends living 1000 years in the future, each one struggling to fit into their modern world. Follow the fantastical journey of Sam, Mackenzie and Lucas as they travel back in time and find within themselves strength and courage they never knew existed. This is a tale of myth, monsters and magic. If you liked the Wizard of Oz and Alice Through the Looking Glass, you’re sure to like this little novel.

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“The mist that fell over the land of Batu wasn’t cool, nor soft, nor light. It wasn’t gentle or ephemeral, evaporating with the rising sun. It was heavy, hot and dark. Oh so very dark. It didn’t drop gently into the valley. It crept and crawled and clawed its way up the mountainside, engulfing plants, enveloping animals and entrapping people. And when children wandered in its way, it slithered down their throats and into their hearts and stole their very souls, leaving only shells. Breathing, motionless shells. Dead yet still alive. And the parents still tended to the children’s silent, empty bodies. And the anguished, agonized, bodiless souls of their young cried out every night, trapped in that evil shroud. There was no way around it. No way through it. No way to stop it.”

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“A huge, emaciated monster emerged from the earth, like a skeleton escaping a disinterred grave. With its ashen, grey, desiccated skin pulled tightly over its bones, it was the complexion of death. Its maw was filled with hideous, needle-like teeth. One enormous, red eye was pushed back deep in its socket. The creature had long limbs that ended in razor-like talons. It had fed on its own lips, leaving them tattered and bloody, and its unclean flesh reeked with the stench of corruption.”

Excerpt Book Two

Luli walked to the edge of Lake Atman. She took her walking stick and cracked the thin layer of ice on the water’s surface. Slowly, her reflection emerged: a beautiful, strong 13-year-old girl, her hair shoulder-length, dark as obsidian; her face, despite a slight asymmetry, was strikingly beautiful. But it was her eyes that stood out the most. They were brown, bright, and carefree, with a bold, mischievous glow.

Luli was happy with what she saw. Atman was kind to her, for everyone in the village loved and watched over the precious child who had survived The Mist. But, among the Batu, Bohai, the shaman was the most vigilant, for he couldn’t shake the feeling that lurking within Luli, like a dormant disease, was something maleficent waiting to escape. For Bohai was never entirely sure that The Mist hadn’t, in some manner or other, left his mark upon the sweet child

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The ancient land of Batu is on the verge of extinction. Its villagers have been driven to the top of frozen Mt. Hua to escape the evil shroud that is stealing the souls of their children. Bohai, the teenage shaman, knows his people’s only hope lie with three teenage friends living 1000 years in the future, each one struggling to fit into their modern world. Follow the fantastical journey of Sam, Mackenzie and Lucas as they travel back in time and find within themselves strength and courage they never knew existed. This is a tale of myth, monsters and magic. If you liked the Wizard of Oz and Alice Through the Looking Glass, you’re sure to like this little novel.

Excerpt

“The mist that fell over the land of Batu wasn’t cool, nor soft, nor light. It wasn’t gentle or ephemeral, evaporating with the rising sun. It was heavy, hot and dark. Oh so very dark. It didn’t drop gently into the valley. It crept and crawled and clawed its way up the mountainside, engulfing plants, enveloping animals and entrapping people. And when children wandered in its way, it slithered down their throats and into their hearts and stole their very souls, leaving only shells. Breathing, motionless shells. Dead yet still alive. And the parents still tended to the children’s silent, empty bodies. And the anguished, agonized, bodiless souls of their young cried out every night, trapped in that evil shroud. There was no way around it. No way through it. No way to stop it.”

Excerpt

“A huge, emaciated monster emerged from the earth, like a skeleton escaping a disinterred grave. With its ashen, grey, desiccated skin pulled tightly over its bones, it was the complexion of death. Its maw was filled with hideous, needle-like teeth. One enormous, red eye was pushed back deep in its socket. The creature had long limbs that ended in razor-like talons. It had fed on its own lips, leaving them tattered and bloody, and its unclean flesh reeked with the stench of corruption.”

Excerpt Book Two

Luli walked to the edge of Lake Atman. She took her walking stick and cracked the thin layer of ice on the water’s surface. Slowly, her reflection emerged: a beautiful, strong 13-year-old girl, her hair shoulder-length, dark as obsidian; her face, despite a slight asymmetry, was strikingly beautiful. But it was her eyes that stood out the most. They were brown, bright, and carefree, with a bold, mischievous glow.

Luli was happy with what she saw. Atman was kind to her, for everyone in the village loved and watched over the precious child who had survived The Mist. But, among the Batu, Bohai, the shaman was the most vigilant, for he couldn’t shake the feeling that lurking within Luli, like a dormant disease, was something maleficent waiting to escape. For Bohai was never entirely sure that The Mist hadn’t, in some manner or other, left his mark upon the sweet child

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