Jasper Dash and the Flame-Pits of Delaware (A Pals in Peril Tale)
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It is a land of wonders. It is a land of mystery. It is a land that time forgot (or chose specifically not to remember). Cut off from the civilized world for untold years by prohibitive interstate tolls at the New Jersey border, this land is called: Delaware. It is into the mist-shrouded heart of this forbidden mountainous realm that our plucky and intrepid heroes Jasper Dash: Boy Technonaut, and his friends Lily Gefelty and Katie Mulligan, must journey to unravel a terrible mystery.
with her hand. “You might not recognize her, but my daughter solves mysteries and fights evil? Famously?” “Mom, you really don’t have to—” “Toot your horn? Are you kidding? I am so proud of you. You are my little angel.” Katie’s mother explained to Team Mom, “My daughter is named Katie Mulligan. Katie Mulligan? Maybe you recognize her from her series of books, Horror Hollow?” “Katie Mulligan,” said Team Mom. “Hm.” “Ring a bell?” said Mrs. Mulligan. With a cheerful little laugh, “Well, she’ll
set off running. Because he had just seen a white van drive past—filled with the fake Delaware Stare-Eyes champions! 21 “What van?” asked Lisa Buldene. She saw the three kids had scampered away: Jasper first, Katie close behind, and then Lily running as fast as she could. “What van?” the New Yorker called after them. “Is this something I should see? Is it in your guidebook?” She rummaged in her big bag and pulled out her There and Back Again™ Guide to Greater Delaware and began flipping
he was still awake. She wished there was something she could say to soothe him. She was glad they were setting out on their trek the next day. He would not be satisfied until they confronted his arch-enemy. Lily wondered if she had an archenemy. She didn’t think she did. She went through the possibilities in her head. She was getting sleepy. Outside, taxis rattled through the pitted streets. Trios of drunks sang rounds in the doorways of nightclubs, their neckties loose, their shirts soaked
not understand what the argument was about, but they had a feeling that any disagreement might be used to their advantage. The chief was yelling and waving his hands around. The warriors bickered, and he replied sharply, shaking his snake-headed staff, bellowing in their harsh, ancient language that rang with the sounds of metal, battle, and clash—a tongue calling to mind the barbarians of the steppes, the night fires in the jungle, cruel raiders in dragon-prowed ships, the sack of cities, and
the mat as the crowd looked on with horror. It was a rout. Pelt was getting creamed by the jerkiest Stare-Eyes team in America. 7 Meanwhile, Katie stood outside in the bright sunlight. It was a little cold without her jacket. She sat down beside the steps, leaning her back against the concrete. Little brown birds gathered on the steps and fought over crumbs. The door to the gym slammed open and shouting ricocheted out into the parking lot. Katie looked to see who was coming. The