THE LAST CHRONICLER, by Judy Johns Heathcoe
While tunneling through a mountain in the Russian Southern Urals, a team of engineers are trapped in a deep, large, cavern containing a living rain forest. Looking for a way out, they discover a hermitage that once was home to a historical society who called themselves chroniclers, whose
members were able to travel in time to view a famous person or event in order to record history correctly. In the hermitage library, among the many chronicles, they are privileged to view the lives of Vincent van Gogh, Edgar Allan Poe, and Nicholas II, last Tsar of Russia, and his family. But hiding out and watching their every move are the remaining chroniclers who are determined
to keep their existence a secret, even to the point of murdering any that discover it. The engineers find themselves running for their lives through the seemingly endless forest, wondering whether they
would face death at the hands of the dangerous and adamant chroniclers. . .or the primeval creatures of the forest.
Jack's News!
by your Official Bookstore Cat,and Gossip Columnist.
Hi Folks,
Everything is pretty well back to normal around here, though I sure could have used some news for my column...
We had a nice Thanksgiving and it sure was good to see Kathy again. She is recovering well from her knee surgery and already planning for going back to work. We surre missed her.
We still miss our Shelley, too. She gave the best ear rubs.
Arline is still working hard, trying to get all the books straightened out and thinking about getting back to her own writing again. She's over her flu shot -- so annoying, all that SNEEZzing! AANNNnnndd, she wouldn't wake up for treats!
Roger is trying to learn some new songs for the season. So far he knows "Winter Wonderland" and "Grandma Got Run-over by a Raindeer." Spunky really likes that one.
PLEASE don't YOU forget to send me news of any personal appearances, signings and so on... so I'll have some gossip to pass on next week.
Just send an e-mail to arline@mail.com with
"News for Jack"
in the subject line, and
I'll make sure it shows up here for all the world to see!
The composer and performer of Grandma got run over by a reindeer came to a local supermarket a few years back and I bought a signed CD, but now we can't find it. One of my all-time favorite songs and all the neighborhood cats liked it too! ¡chispas!
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