A wish is granted to children in remission from Leukemia. A great trip over the Amazon. The plane crashes in a world unlike any other,like nothing you've ever seen. Miraculously, they all survive but begin disappearing one by one . . .
Your neighbor, SMITHFIELD author,
Lise Y. McKay creator of Barefoot Café Books, www.barefootcafebooks.com invites you read this incredible novel suited for children from 8 to 108. THE OLD ONES is an unforgettable adventure story about flesh-eating, fire-breathing dragons, mountains of treasure, bioluminescence and eye-opening wonders. A DC-3 carrying children and adults crashes in South America . . . the unthinkable happens . . . one by one, they begin to disappear. Read and retrace their steps, find them and discover astonishing treasures found only in this lost world.
Their knuckles turned white as they squeezed their lap belts.
Suddenly, the engines started sputtering. The plane was too low, barely above the canopy. Jake struggled to slow the plane and level it as fast as he could. The engines were weak at best, he was relieved as the Silver Lady responded. Again, the plane was horizontal. No one, including Jake, wanted to breathe for fear they wouldn’t hear the engines. Slowly, everyone sat up. Tracy Merchant, one of the nurses vomited in her lap. No one spoke, no one moved from their seats. They just listened to the engines sputtering and choking.
The engines cut again. They were barely above the treetops. It was too much for the children to bear. They tried to unfasten their seat belts. Chaperones were as frantic, crying, suddenly fearful of facing their own mortality. With every last bit of courage, they held the children’s heads arched awkwardly over their knees.
Jake talked to her, “Come on Lady… come on… we can do it”!
He’d beseeched the God he’d forgotten for so many years. He prayed the canopy and the vines would create a net effect, slowing the plane to lessen the impact. Then, the Silver Lady jerked as she hit the tree tops. Her metal screamed as sparks flew all around the plane and past the children’s windows. The green canopy reached up and partially pulled out the landing gear. In a ricochet fashion, the plane spun around and skimmed the tree tops, tearing off a section of the left wing. It seemed as though the nightmare would never end. Jake glimpsed a small lily pond as the plane disengaged from the vines that had changed its fate, it belly flopped into the green water below. Waves surrounded the plane, water entered through the torn wing section. Her metal still complaining as her seams stretched beyond their capacity. It was over. Still in shock, they looked at each other as the water began rising.