Claw The Giant Ape (Beast Quest, Book 8)
Adam Blade, Lucy Courtenay
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New Beasts. Old Magic.
Everyone in Avantia knows the terrors of the jungle: creatures that pluck men from the ground and eat them whole; plants whose rich scents could overwhelm a person at twenty paces. Few dare to enter--and fewer still return.
But Tom has no choice. The next stage of his journey lies at the very heart of the jungle, where a terrible creature resides, evil as the wizard who created him.
will be nothing you can do.” “You will not be so sure of yourself when you meet the next evil Beast — Soltra,” said Malvel. “Where is Aduro?” Tom challenged. Malvel laughed, a sneering sound that echoed around the jungle. His image faded. In his place, Tom saw the great jungle crater they had left behind. Lying among the white animal bones was a scrap of red cloth. “Aduro’s cloak is red,” said Elenna, her voice filled with anger. “What have you done with him, Malvel? If you have harmed him …”
saddlebag and glanced at the golden chain mail that lay across the stallion’s broad back. They were not alone. The Beasts of Avantia were on their side, and with every evil Beast he defeated he gained one more piece of the precious armor. His powers were growing. “We’ll be ready!” he vowed, thrusting his sword into the air. “Whatever it takes, Malvel, we will defeat you!” Copyright No part of this work may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means,
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half-expected to see Malvel himself, laughing from the treetops. The air grew thicker and darker as they pressed on, and the ground became wetter and wetter. Soon Storm was wading cautiously through dark, stinking water, his hooves sliding in the mud, his nostrils flaring at the unfamiliar scents. “It’s OK.” Tom soothed and stroked his horse’s mane. Halfway across the swamp, Tom dismounted. He did not want to be responsible for Storm sinking into the uncertain ground. Elenna did the same and
life. Hacking his way free from the undergrowth was almost as difficult as freeing himself from the vines. The ferns of the Dark Jungle were thick and strong, and curled around him. Then Tom felt something tickling his leg. He looked down. A snake was coiling around his knee. Its green-brown skin gleamed in the dim jungle light. Every now and again, a thin black tongue flickered and was gone again. Its yellow eyes were fixed on Tom. Without taking his eyes off the snake, Tom knocked the