The third book in the Aletheia Adventure Series sees the return of Jack Merryweather and Timmy Trial from Book 1. Just before Christmas, Jack and Timmy find themselves in the land of Err, in the middle of a ferocious snowstorm. They are lost and alone, and courageously set out to find their friends who are part of the Christmas mission in the town of Broken. There are many dangers and troubles on their journey, and, at last, they are so fiercely attacked by the Meddlers of Err that they can go no further.
But there is a purpose in their strange and broken journey: Jack and Timmy must take one more trek into danger to help someone who is badly broken. They really need rescuing themselves, so how can they rescue the lost? Do the two boys have the faith and courage to battle against the creatures of Err? And will they ever make it to safety in time for Christmas?
Through the adventure, this book explores the Biblical truth of what is means to be made a NEW CREATION IN CHRIST JESUS.
This book can be enjoyed on its own - without reading the rest of the series.
Published September 2014;
Written and illustrated by Eunice Wilkie;
Approximately 43,700 words;
Includes 24 illustrations;
Available as print and ebook.
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A DESPERATE ESCAPE
There was sudden silence in the Snow-Beater that seemed to last forever.
“Put on your armour, boys!” urged Mr Tickle.
Jack was about to remonstrate that they had no armour when Timmy gestured to a cupboard at the end of the Snow-Beater which was labelled ‘Rescuer Equipment’. Mr Tickle was already wearing his armour and Jack noticed that his Bible was in a handy pouch just by his hand which was tightly clutching the steering wheel.
“What do they want?” faltered Jack, quickly slipping on his body armour and putting his helmet of salvation on his head, all the while looking through the front windscreen at the large group of big children, mostly teenagers, blocking the road some way ahead.
“I think it’s the Snow-Beater they want,” said Mr Tickle, and it wasn’t reassuring to hear the panic in his usually cheerful tones. “Even though this isn’t the best we have in the Rescuer fleet, it’s still better than anything they’re likely to have here! The kids on the Town Council don’t like spending money on boring things like maintenance of public transport vehicles, even if they have abolished the lower driving age so any children can drive!”
“So they want to just…take it?” asked Jack.
“It’s a town decree!” said Mr Tickle. “The kids of the town can decide what is theirs by right! Oh dear, oh dear! Whatever shall we do?”
“I’d like to see them try to take it from us!” said Timmy fiercely. “Can it gobble them up and turn them all into steam?”
Mr Tickle chuckled very faintly and Jack suddenly missed the warmth of his usual hearty chuckles. “Our best hope is to stay inside the vehicle and find a way around them,” said Mr Tickle, his voice trembling. “If I could just get this Mission Detector to give us an alternative route to the Stables’ house…But I think there’s a problem with it!”
The problem might have been that Mr Tickle’s fingers were shaking too badly to press the correct buttons, but Timmy was suddenly all action and quickly came to the rescue. He climbed into the front passenger seat beside Mr Tickle and, ignoring the on-board Mission Detector which was flashing ‘Unknown Command’ in the most unhelpful manner, he quickly activated Harold’s Mission Detector by pressing it and the small Bible together.
“It’s Timmy here again,” he said quickly to the screen.
“Hello, Timmy,” the machine intoned.
Jack peered over the heads of Mr Tickle and Timmy at the group of kids blocking the road ahead. There seemed to be an assortment of frayed and scruffy uniforms amongst them, although what the uniforms meant he did not know. Some of them held big sticks as if they might be weapons and others were loading massive round snowballs into a couple of big catapult machines that looked as if they belonged to medieval days and should be displayed at an ancient castle. One of the snowballs was launched and smacked hard into the windscreen of the Snow-Beater with a big, sickening CRUNCH!
“They’ve got big rocks in the snowballs!” Jack cried in horror. They were now close enough to see the awful, frightening cruelty on the faces of the big youths. They looked savage and fierce and triumphant, as if they were glad to frighten the people in the Snow-Beater. For the first time Jack wondered what would happen to them if the children of the town stopped the Snow-Beater and got inside…
Timmy was very cool under pressure. He was not distracted by the massive snowballs with rocks inside them, not even when another crunched into the middle of the front windscreen and sent shattered glass flying around them. Timmy knew he mustn’t let the small Mission Detector screen in his hand get distracted by confused commands and he asked clearly for the Detector to show the quickest route to Mr and Mrs Stable’s house.
Another big snow-covered rock smashed onto the roof of the Snow-Beater and Jack retreated into the main compartment to look at the big dent that had appeared in the roof above the stove.
“Turn around, turn around,” the Detector voice urged, as if it knew quite well what was happening.
Mr Tickle, who had little drops of sweat trickling down his face, swung the steering wheel violently and the big Snow-Beater skidded around in a circle even as another big rock smashed into a side window of the Beater and sent broken glass showering into the cabin.
The kids who had blocked the street now realised that the Snow-Beater was trying to avoid them, and Jack, who had been flung across the swerving Snow-Beater to the other side, heard their shouts of excitement and yells of pursuit.
“Take the next street on the left, called Kidsrule Street,” the Detector said in its reassuringly calm, controlled, mechanical tones.
Mr Tickle, now silent and exceedingly pale, pressed his foot down on what appeared to be the accelerator and pulled the steering wheel hard to the left. The Snow-Beater obeyed the command and shot to the left, knocking over a streetlight (which Jack rightly assumed was only lit during the day), and completely destroying the upside down Kidsrule Street sign which Jack thought was a jolly good thing.
Another snow-covered rock, the biggest of them all, managed to reach the retreating Snow-Beater and smashed onto the roof. This time bright, cold moonlight appeared through the hole in the roof and the rock narrowly missed Jack’s head and landed at his feet.
“At the end of the road, turn left,” the Detector said, not in the least perturbed by the attack, and Mr Tickle, still standing hard on the accelerator, went roaring down the street and swung violently to the left. This time the Snow-Beater demolished a sign whose upside down words appeared to say ‘Every Child has a Voice’ (a statement which Jack thought was pretty obvious really), and then they were on a wider street down which the Snow-Beater roared furiously. Behind them kids yelled. On the side streets they flew past, children poured from homes, somehow alerted to the pursuit of the Snow-Beater. Ahead of them there were gangs of kids once more blocking the road.
“We’ll have to leave the town!” Mr Tickle cried urgently. “It’s not safe to stay!”
Jack considered that was something of an understatement. He had caught glimpses of some of the faces of the kids who were now all pursuing the charging Snow-Beater. They were cruel and intent on harm. How they had got to that fearful state he didn’t know; but he did know that somehow they had to escape them.
“Quickest route out of Topsy-Turvy,” said Timmy clearly to the Detector. He was white-faced himself but he managed to remain calm. “Urgent, please!” he added.
“Straight ahead!” responded the Detector immediately in what Jack was certain was an encouraging tone. “Suggest Snow-Blow action to clear road ahead!”
“The very thing!” cried Mr Tickle. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before!” He flicked a switch on the Snow-Beater, and, as they demolished two more streetlights, that were upside down and didn’t do much good anyway since their light was so close to the ground, the Snow-Beater turned from gobbling snow for steam to blowing it out of the way. The kids in the road ahead dived for cover from the sudden onslaught of masses of fast-flying snow, and the Snow-Beater flew down the open road and straight out of the town.
Jack’s last glimpse of Topsy-Turvy was another upside down sign which appeared to be the town’s motto and proclaimed ‘Freedom for Children is the Future! Please Visit Again.’
Jack couldn’t think of any place he was less likely to ever want to see again.
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