The Chronicles of Trellah, Book One: The Perpetual Rain: Fourteen-year-old Sophina Murray will be the first to tell you: Bad luck comes in threes. First, her father is lost at sea. Then, the rains start . And don’t stop. And finally, her little brother is taken from his bed by a monster straight from her worst nightmare. A glimpse into the parallel universe of Trellah – a land of giant trees, bizarre creatures, and a glowing red mineral with mystical properties – convinces Sophina that all may not be lost. But first, she’ll have to survive in a hostile world where her darkest fears live and breathe.

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Excerpt from The Chronicles of Trellah, Book One: The Perpetual Rain

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Sophina opened her eyes as a lightning flash illuminated the bedroom. The battery powered clock on her nightstand read 3:50 a.m.

Clack . . . Clack. Clack.

BOOM!

Thunder rattled the window as she sat up and faced the door. The noise that had awakened her sounded like a dog’s claws scratching the wooden floor outside her room—which wouldn’t have been strange if they’d had a dog.

Sophina listened as the thunder waned, but heard nothing. Perhaps she’d imagined it. Her dreams had been vivid of late.

Clack . . . Clack. Clack. Clack.

Now she knew it wasn’t a dream. The clacking footsteps had moved farther down the hall, away from her and Eliot’s bedrooms. She got out of bed and took a step toward the door, but froze when a familiar voice called out from the other side: “Give it back!”

“Eliot? What are you doing?”

She opened the door and stepped into the hallway. In the faint light, she could just make out the shape of Eliot’s white pajamas as he hurried down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” she whispered, not wanting to wake their mom.

Clack . . . Clack. Clack.

A horrible shiver cascaded down Sophina’s spine. The footsteps came from the base of the stairs, well below where Eliot now treaded. Something stirred in the downstairs hallway—a shadowy figure that her brother followed, step for step.