Autumn/Halloween Countdown Blitz Day Four: The Temple of the Cyrstal Timekeeper by Fiona Ingram

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. I am now on Book 5 of The Chronicles of the Stone adventure series. I also teach online novel writing for aspiring authors and I find that very satisfying.

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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. When their small plane crashes in the jungle, Adam, Justin, Kim, and James are rescued by an uncontacted tribe. James, who is wounded, must stay behind as the kids, with only a young boy, Tukum, as their guide, make their way through the dense and dangerous jungle to find the city. River rafting on a crocodile-infested river and evading predators are just part of this hazardous task.

Of course, their old adversary Dr. Khalid is close behind as the kids press on in search of the lost city of stone gods. But he is not the worst of their problems. This time Adam will clash with a terrible enemy who adopts the persona of an evil Aztec god, Tezcatlipoca, and is keen to revive the ancient tradition of human sacrifice. Adam, Justin, and Tukum must play a dreadful ball game of life and death and maybe survive. Will they emerge alive from the jungle? Will Dr. Khalid find the third Stone of Power before they do?

  

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Kim let out a piercing scream as a small group of about ten people materialized out of the bushes. They must have been there all the time. Adam was amazed at how they had blended in with the environment. The tribesmen were not much taller than Justin, but they were muscular and looked strong. They wore loincloths and carried spears. Some carried bows. Black paint was daubed across their eye sockets, forming a mask. Tattoos and strange ritual scars ornamented their light-brown skin. Some wore armbands, and decorations around their ankles; a few wore elaborate necklaces of wooden beads. Thick plugs went through most of their earlobes. They all had longish black hair, cut so that the fringes came down to the top of their paint masks. Their dark eyes glittered as they stared back at the trio.

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