Continuing the adventure that ended in Britain just a short while ago, cousins Adam and Justin Sinclair, with their friend Kim Maleka, are now hunting for the third Stone of Power, one of seven mysterious stones lost centuries ago. The third stone might be located in an ancient city, hidden in the depths of the Mexican jungle. Of course, their old adversary Dr. Khalid is close behind as the trio travels through the jungle in search of the lost city of stone gods. This time Adam will clash with a terrible enemy who adopts the persona of an evil Aztec god, Tezcatlipoca. Will they emerge alive from the jungle? Will Dr. Khalid find the third Stone of Power before they do?
I am a South African children’s author. Up until a few years ago, I was a journalist and editor. Something rather unexpected sparked my new career as an author—a family trip to Egypt with my mother and two young nephews. We had a great time and I thought I’d write them a short story as a different kind of souvenir…. Well, one book and a planned book series later, I had changed careers. The Secret of the Sacred Scarab is a middle grade children’s adventure, filled with action, mystery, history (yes!), geography, archaeology, and all the kind of hands-on/solving clues stuff kids love. The story is a thrilling adventure for two young boys, whose fun trip to Egypt turns into a dangerously exciting quest to uncover an ancient and mysterious secret. Visit www.chroniclesofthestone.com
Since the kids have crash landed in a real jungle (not a Disney movie set) imagine their total shock and astonishment in finding tribal people there. Is this possible? Are there still uncontacted tribes in jungles around the world? According to Survival International, the answer is yes. Around 100 uncontacted tribes still live in various jungles and avoid contact with the civilized world, moving deeper into the jungle as modern society encroaches upon their chosen way of life.
The Temple of the Crystal Timekeeper: The Chronicles of the Stone (Book 3)
Kim let out a piercing scream as a group of Indians materialized out of the bushes. They must have been there all the time. Adam was amazed at how they blended in with their environment. The men were not much taller than Justin and him, but they were muscular and looked strong. They wore loincloths and carried spears. Some carried bows. Black paint daubed across their eye sockets formed a mask on the men’s faces. The warriors’ skins were a light brown, with tattoos and strange ritual scars ornamenting their bodies. Some wore armbands, and decorations around their ankles; a few wore elaborate necklaces made of wooden beads. Most of them had thick ear plugs through the lobes of their ears. They all had longish black hair cut so that their fringes came down to where the paint mask began. Their dark eyes glittered strangely as they stared back at the trio.