Wonderscape by Jennifer Bell
English | 2020 | Children/Young Adult | ePUB | 5.5 MB
Gaming and time travel collide in this exhilarating middle-grade adventure, from bestselling author Jennifer Bell.
THE GAME IS ON. TRAVEL WITH WONDER.
When Arthur, Ren and Cecily investigate a mysterious explosion on their way to school, they find themselves trapped aboard The Principia – a scientific research ship sailing through hazardous waters, captained by one Isaac Newton.
Lost in the year 2473 in the Wonderscape, an epic in-reality adventure game, they must call on the help of some unlikely historical heroes, to play their way home before time runs out.
Jumanji meets Ready Player One in this fast-paced adventure featuring incredible real-life heroes, from the internationally bestselling author of The Uncommoners series.
“There was a little white dog running around the garden this morning,” she admitted, her brows drawing together. “I assumed it was another neighbour’s pet. Do you think it’s been hurt in the blast?”
Cecily lowered her phone. “The operator’s putting me…” Her voice tailed off as she heard the howling. “There’s something trapped inside! Quick, we have to help it.” Without hesitation, she opened the garden gate and began navigating a path through the gnome debris towards the house.
“Wait!” Arthur hurried after her. “You can’t go inside; it’s too dangerous. What if another explosion goes off?”
“That’s why we need to be quick.”
“Yes, but—” Arthur’s neck stiffened as the dog wailed again, more feebly. The sound tugged on his heart; he couldn’t ignore it. He glanced back at Ren, her arms crossed. “Are you coming?”
Muttering irritably under her breath, she marched after them.
As they made their way over the grass, Cecily talked loudly into her phone. Her voice was so full of confidence she reminded Arthur of their head teacher. “Yes, we’re fine… No, OK… We’re not sure about that… Right, thank you.” She put her phone away. “The police have our location. They’re en route.”
Arthur wondered if she’d been advised to stay a safe distance from the building. Probably. He looked around to see if any of his neighbours had ventured outside, and spotted an elderly man talking with a heavily pregnant woman in a dressing gown. Both were pointing at Number Twenty-Seven, but neither came any closer.
“So how far is your house from here?” Cecily questioned, hurdling the remains of the front door.
Copying her steps, Arthur tried not to focus on any decapitated gnome bodies. “Just at the end of the next road. The estate isn’t that big.” He shot her a sidelong glance, wondering again what she was doing there. “I haven’t seen you around Peacepoint before. I thought you lived on the other side of town.”
She sighed. “I do, but my aunt lives here. I have to stay with her when my parents go away on business.” She hurried the last few paces to the house and stepped through the hole where the front door had been. Arthur and Ren followed.
Number Twenty-Seven’s hallway looked like it had last been decorated in the 1970s. Patterned orange-and-yellow paper lined the walls and a cobwebbed bamboo ceiling fan rattled overhead. The air smelled musty and stale, as if the windows hadn’t been opened for decades.