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Topaz and the Plum-Gista Stone (Revised Edition)

Topaz and the Plum-Gista Stone (Revised Edition)
Topaz and the Plum-Gista Stone (Revised Edition)
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  When a mysterious ailment strikes the great owl, Topaz and his companions are compelled to enter a forbidden land to find the stolen mystical cure. A strange visit from the Spirit of Amber Tiger gives Topaz reason to doubt his judgment as life-threatening dangers and dark forces begin to close in. This tale is sure to keep young readers turning pages from start to finish. "A fun and magical adventure!! A magical story to rival the Chronicles of Narnia that would also make a great bedtime story for younger children. A must for those who love fantasy books and cats" O.D. Book Reviews 

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Pages: 170
Reading Level: Advanced (9 to 13)
Language: English
ISBN: 10:1537438638
Categories: Action Adventure, Animals & Creatures, Fantasy
Features: Chapters
Keywords: gnomes, topaz, fortress, great owl, magic stone, witch, forbidden
Date Added: January 27, 2018
Topaz and the Plum-Gista Stone Chapter One The soft rustling of dry pinecones caught the Great Horned Owl's attention. His head swiveled and his feathered tufts stiffened. "H'hoo is anyone there?" Birds twittered and the squawks of a startled blue jay faded into the distance. A gentle breeze ruffled the owl's mottled brown feathers. He hooted once more and turned his face into the rising sun. The chubby raccoon stopped digging and laid his cache of beetle grubs aside. He rose on his haunches and squinted against the sun as his dark eyes scanned the tops of the tall yellow pines. "Otis Is that you? Where are you?" The owl blinked. "I'm right up here Dooley." Dooley crossed a narrow trickling stream and climbed the short steep slope to the base of the next tree. "Where?" "From the sound of your voice, I'd say I'm right above you. Can't you see me?" "It's hard to see anything up there. Come down here- I want to show you something." Otis moved toward the end of the branch. He stopped after a few steps and dug his powerful talons into the soft wood to brace himself against an unexpected gust of wind. "Can you see me now?" The raccoon tilted his head back, straining his neck for a glimpse of the owl. "Too much glare. Come down here, Otis." "I wish I could." "You wish you could?" Dooley cocked his head to the side. "What does that mean?" "It means I'm afraid to fly." Dooley scratched behind one of his ears with a black finger. "You're an owl. Since when are owls afraid to fly?" "Since I woke up blind." "What? Say again, Otis." Dooley's brow furrowed. He shook his gray head as if to clear his ears. *** The young fawn eyed the sleeping Yellow Conjure Cat with annoyance.