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It is the very worst time to be in the woods.
Oisin’s plan is to come with his bow to help Aedan and Doona lead a party of children into the forest to gather the maidenhair seedlings his people would take across the sea as they flee the trolls who hunt them as prey. Maybe he can be back in time for supper.
Dyr's plan is an early evening head smash for the foolish Elves who think they can steal away to the sands of the endless eye sting water and build their strange float huts. They will make a glorious feast.
But on the way, Dyr's brutes stumble across Oisin's gathering party and attack, leaving Aedan mortally wounded and scattering Doona and the children to flee in terror into the dark mountain woods, only to be run down and captured by the bloodthirsty trolls.
Can Oisin find the bonfires of the trolls and rescue them before it’s too late? And what then? Will any of them live long enough to reach safety?
Oisin’s plan is to come with his bow to help Aedan and Doona lead a party of children into the forest to gather the maidenhair seedlings his people would take across the sea as they flee the trolls who hunt them as prey. Maybe he can be back in time for supper.
Dyr's plan is an early evening head smash for the foolish Elves who think they can steal away to the sands of the endless eye sting water and build their strange float huts. They will make a glorious feast.
But on the way, Dyr's brutes stumble across Oisin's gathering party and attack, leaving Aedan mortally wounded and scattering Doona and the children to flee in terror into the dark mountain woods, only to be run down and captured by the bloodthirsty trolls.
Can Oisin find the bonfires of the trolls and rescue them before it’s too late? And what then? Will any of them live long enough to reach safety?
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"Hogs!" whispered Kieran. "Someone's having a roast. Boy! My stomach's
growling. How on earth would anyone possibly have a roast up...here?" Suddenly he saw how it all was and wanted to vomit.
"Who are those vile things cooking?" said Olloo, speaking out without
whispering.
"Hey!" whispered Oisin, grabbing him by the shoulders. "If we can smell their
fire, you might have just gotten us killed!"
"Please!" he said, dropping to whispers. "I'll be quiet. Please don't make us go back. I've got to find Doona."
"Well, you have to or we die."
"So how should we go about this?"
"We start by being the quietest we've ever been in our lives," said Oisin as he
drew them into a huddle. "I say we should follow the smell until we see the fire and then see what we have. We probably won't be able to do one single thing for the captives without all of us dying on the spot. So the question is, Olloo, what happens if you see
Doona? Can you turn your back on her if I say we have to leave? Are you that tough?"
growling. How on earth would anyone possibly have a roast up...here?" Suddenly he saw how it all was and wanted to vomit.
"Who are those vile things cooking?" said Olloo, speaking out without
whispering.
"Hey!" whispered Oisin, grabbing him by the shoulders. "If we can smell their
fire, you might have just gotten us killed!"
"Please!" he said, dropping to whispers. "I'll be quiet. Please don't make us go back. I've got to find Doona."
"Well, you have to or we die."
"So how should we go about this?"
"We start by being the quietest we've ever been in our lives," said Oisin as he
drew them into a huddle. "I say we should follow the smell until we see the fire and then see what we have. We probably won't be able to do one single thing for the captives without all of us dying on the spot. So the question is, Olloo, what happens if you see
Doona? Can you turn your back on her if I say we have to leave? Are you that tough?"
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