Children's Fiction Survival Stories
In His Father's Footsteps
- Publisher
- Black Opal Books
- Initial publish date
- Oct 2012
- Category
- Survival Stories
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eBook
- ISBN
- 9781937329686
- Publish Date
- Oct 2012
- List Price
- $3.10
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Description
He promised he would be back by the full moon...
But that was days ago and Jason Sharmon’s father has not returned from his prospecting trip. Now fourteen-year-old Jason must battle the Ontario North—and his own fears—to find his dad. Encountering many obstacles along the way, Jason struggles to survive. But when he does stumble upon his father, he realizes things have gone from bad to worse. Is Jason strong enough to do what needs to be done to save his sick and injured father from certain death?
About the author
Contributor Notes
Award-winning author Bev Irwin lives in London, Ontario with three assorted cats and a collie-cross, named Tiff. Her three children have flown the coup. As a registered nurse, she likes to add a touch of medical to her romance and mystery novels. She also writes YA, children’s and poetry. She prefers spending time in her garden, writing and reading to being in the kitchen. For her romance novels, she writes under the pen name of Kendra James.
Excerpt: In His Father's Footsteps (by (author) Bev Irwin)
One swipe of those deadly claws and he’d be a goner...
Jason crept to the edge of the woods and paused behind a large walnut tree to scan the clearing. About thirty feet away, three cougar cubs played in the tall grass. Their small round heads and bodies were covered with fluffy gold fur. Dark irregular markings interrupted the gold. Their tails ended in large black dots. Scuffling and leaping, they butted heads, batted front paws, nipped away bits of fur, all the while growling ferociously.
He watched the cubs play. So much like the kittens at home, but these kittens had sharper, longer teeth, and razor-sharp claws. A swipe from one of their cute paws could easily damage human or beast.
Thinking of their claws made Jason realize other dangers. How could he be so stupid? Busy watching the cubs, he’d forgotten about their mother. She had to be close. She would never wander far from her cubs unless they were safely tucked away, free from harm, not out here in the open. Staying behind the tree, he scanned the meadow. Where was she?
As if on cue, he heard a rustling in the trees across the clearing. A large, round, khaki-colored head rose above the long grass. Jason gasped. The powerful cougar seemed to be staring straight at him. Then slowly, gracefully, the head turned. Fluid yellow eyes swept the area in a lazy arc. Jason hid behind the walnut tree. His heart raced, a lump blocked his throat. Had she seen him?
