I decided to do something new in my blogging world and be part of something exciting! If you know me I am a huge bookworm and even if it is not my typical "thing to read" they hand it to me... I am reading it!!!
book:
Title: The Multiverse of Max Tovey
Max Tovey
“Giants, up!” yelled Myvi. “We have the nasty man to deal with, and
these monsters are in our way!”
At this, the Giants grabbed their previous passengers, put them upon
their shoulders, and swam towards the battle. The Gwragedd Annwn were being
beaten back, outnumbered and outsized, but now Fymbldwn and his friends
launched themselves.
“Leave our friends alone!” yelled Fymbldwn, swiping at the Lord Grymnwr
with his club and knocking him almost back to the far shore. At the same time,
Dwrandwn and the others swam towards the rest of the Fomori with one hand and
lashed out at them with clubs in their other, while their passengers slashed at
snapping jaws and stabbing spears with their own swords, a double edged attack,
but still they were not winning the fight, for they were at a bad advantage,
having to swim while the Fomori floated free of the water.
Trying not to be distracted by the strange sight of his parents’
obviously well-honed sword-fighting skills, Max dealt the Fomori he himself was
fighting a savage blow to the head with the flat of his sword, knocking it down
into the water, before tugging on Fymbldwn’s hair to get his attention.
“Ow!” said the Giant.
“Sorry Fymbldwn, but we have to get back to the boat!”
“Why? I’m having fun!” said Fymbldwn, swiping out at two Fomori who bore
down on them, and knocking them both off their feet. But in moments, they
reappeared, angrier yet.
“But we’re not winning!” yelled Max. “Get me to the boat – I have an
idea!”
With a little grumbling, Fymbldwn knocked the two Fomori over again, and
swam back to the boat, depositing Max into it. Max opened up the sack of fruit,
spilling its contents onto the floor of the boat.
“Pull the boat towards the fight Fymbldwn!” said Max.
“But...”
“Don’t argue Fymbldwn – I know how to win this!”
Fymbldwn pouted, looking like a child that had been told off. Max looked
at him and threw his arms up in despair.
“Fymbldwn, we don’t have time for this – just pull the boat!”
And so Fymbldwn did, swimming with one hand and pulling the boat with
the other, and now Max was within shouting distance of the rapidly advancing
Fomori, and the rapidly retreating Gwragedd Annwn. The Giants were doing their
best, as were their sword-wielding riders, but they were no match for the now
massive lake serpent Faeries.
“Get off him you gurt snake... thing...” said Sarah as she stabbed
desperately at the Lord Grymnwr, who was bearing down on Max’s father. The
wound distracted him from the fight with Owen, but now he turned his attentions
to Sarah.
“Oh-oh...”
Sarah fought valiantly, as did her Giant, but Grymnwr was too fast and
too strong for them, and now lashed his fearsome tail around the Giant’s neck,
and began to squeeze the life out of Giant and rider alike.
“Get off my mother!” screamed Max, taking one of the Oddwrau berries
and dipping it into the lake. Almost immediately it began to swell, and change
colour to a very dangerous-looking red. Max threw it as hard as his tired arm
would allow, and as the Lord Grymnwr’s devilish jaws opened, and prepared to
finish Max’s terrified mother, suddenly he found himself swallowing a rapidly
enlarging fruit. He only had a split second to register the fact that it
tasted like bananas and custard before his body blew apart, his soul consigned
to eternal darkness.
Author: Alastair Swinnerton
Author
bio: Alastair
has been writing for children’s television for over twenty five years. Among
his many credits are ‘The Wombles’, ‘Sabrina, Secrets of a Teenage Witch’, and
the Bafta-nominated CBBC Christmas Special ‘The Tale of Jack Frost’, which he
wrote, co-produced and co-directed. He was also one the co-creators of Lego®
Bionicle®. ‘The Multiverse of Max Tovey’ is his first Young Adult novel.
Alastair lives in Somerset with his family,
and spends much of his spare time walking the dog, more often than not at his
beloved Ham Hill
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