Obert Skye by Leven Thumps

Author:Leven Thumps [3];the Eyes of the Want
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Legends, Fiction, Myths, Fables, Science Fiction, Leven (Fictitious Character), Boys, Dreams, Thumps, Magic, Courage in Teenagers, Fantasy Fiction, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Coming of Age, People & Places, Foo (Imaginary Place), United States, Action & Adventure, Bedtime & Dreams, General, Fantasy, Fourteen-Year-Old Boys
ISBN: 9781416947196
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2007-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

Ezra reached to touch a pebble, but Sabine’s bits snagged the end of him and dragged him back.

“No!” Ezra screamed. “Get your filthy rot off of me.”

The black pieces of Sabine swarmed over Ezra like ants on a French fry. They pushed into his tiny mouth and pinned down his legs and arms.

Ezra gagged and spat. He reached out for anything that might help him. Sadly, there was nothing but grass. Ezra wrapped his left hand around a thin blade of grass. It was such a smal thing, but the imagination of mankind seemed to stil have room to move it.

The grass stood at attention.

Instantly, blades sprang up al over, ripping themselves from the soil that gave them life and bounding toward Sabine as he swarmed Ezra.

The individual blades of grass pul ed Sabine from Ezra and began to choke the minute bits by twisting themselves like nooses around each piece. A fistful of grass scraped drops of Sabine from Ezra’s mouth.

“Final y,” Ezra screamed. “Kil Sabine.”

The smal bits of Sabine attacked the grass, but the blades kept coming, moving down from the mountain slopes and piling up on Sabine. The grass blades took the bits of Sabine and twisted themselves around them, choking the half-life right out of them. Sabine’s leftovers tore at the grass, splitting the blades into thinner stalks and ripping pieces off until the air was fil ed with confetti-sized pieces of green and black.

The grass grew angry, wrapping its blades even tighter around the wearying bits of Sabine.

Sabine’s blackness bit into the grass, trying desperately to overtake the mountains and mountains of freed sod.

The grass col ectively contracted, strangling the minute bits of Sabine so forceful y that they popped.

The lawn was winning.

Al over, tiny puffs of black burst like burnt corn as the grass grew even more aggressive. A few handfuls of Sabine recognized their defeat and tried desperately to get back to Dennis or Tim, but there was just too much grass. The lawn smothered and strangled and noisily suffocated and extinguished every last hissing bit.

The air was fil ed with the screech and wail of pain and conquest. The noise rebounded off the mountain wal s and gave tourists in the town of Berchtesgaden an extra echo they had not known they would be hearing.

Ezra sat up, choking and spitting for breath. He looked around and clapped. The grass became instantly inanimate again, nothing more than lawn clippings.

“Nice,” Ezra laughed triumphantly. “Who knew grass was good for anything?”

Dennis sat up beneath the tree, rubbing his head. He was now Sabine-free. He pul ed off the swim mask that hung around his neck.

“What happened?” he asked, confused.

“It’s amazing that someone with such thin hair can be so thick in the head,” Ezra bit. “This is what happened. I saved your neck, and now you owe me. Now, put that hose back in your mouth and swim me to the gateway.”

“The gateway’s done?” Dennis said with bewilderment.

Ezra slapped his own forehead, sick of working with such dim bulbs.

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