The Chronicles of Trellah, Book One: The Perpetual Rain
“The World’s Toughest Book Critics” have weighed in, and it’s high praise for Trellah!
“An excellent choice for readers eager for a suspenseful, emotionally satisfying fantasy adventure.”
-Kirkus Book Reviews
Fourteen-year-old Sophina Murray will be the first to tell you: Bad luck comes in threes. First, her father is lost at sea. Then, the rains start . And don’t stop. And finally, her little brother
is taken from his bed by a monster straight from her worst nightmare. A glimpse into the parallel universe of Trellah – a land of giant trees, bizarre creatures, and a glowing red mineral with mystical properties – convinces Sophina that all may not be lost. But first, she’ll have to survive in a hostile world where her darkest fears live and breathe.
Trellah is an original and realistic fantasy for ages 12 to 112. Parental guidance suggested for advanced readers ages 10-11 for moderate elements of horror.
- Sophina stumbled down an abrupt drop-off and rolled onto the damp, rough stone of the cave floor. A piercing screech battered her ears as the expected burst of white light flashed behind her, as if thousands of nocturnal creatures had called out at once to protest the harsh disturbance to their darkness. An overriding odor of decay crept up her nose as she looked back to discover another, identical lead-panel structure rising up from the ground over a small wooden staircase. Behind the doorway the cavern stretched on for fifty yards or more, far beyond where Mrs. Tanner’s basement—or even Sophina’s own house—had been just moments before. Waves of activity spread through the dark recesses of the cave as Sophina stood, paralyzing her with fear. Her heart thumped as she tried to determine from which direction the first strike would come. But no assault materialized. Instead, she spied hundreds of tubular creatures flipping end over end up the cave walls like organic Slinky toys, and legless, arrow-headed organisms with slick, white skin slithering away in droves over the stalagmites that bulged up from the cave floor. But it was the ceiling where the most menacing of the activities took place. There, high in the peaks between the enormous stalactites, a nightmarish collage of blinking red eyes and mashing white fangs kept Sophina’s feet glued to the ground.