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ABOUT THE BOOK
Joshua Tanner is back and in more trouble than he could have ever imagined. Facing another boring summer, Joshua decides to seek adventure in the woods again. However, an encounter with a couple of juvenile escape artists was not what he expected to find that lazy summer afternoon.
Linda Jackson, author of The Lie That Binds, has returned with a sequel so that readers will know "the rest of the story".
DISCUSSION GUIDE (COMING SOON)
EXCERPT
The dingy water kept Joshua Tanner from seeing the face belonging to the rough hands that held a grip around his throat. Another set of evil hands held his body in place. That face, too, was nameless. Joshua struggled with all his might, but his fight was futile. The strength of his ten-year-old body was no match for the powers that held him under the murky waters of the pond. His muscles wanted to give up, but his mind said no.
"Somebody, save me!" his mind cried out. When he could no longer hold his breath, the water began to seep into his nostrils. With one final breath of strength, Joshua swung his right arm as high as he could. His hand hit the face of the monster holding him by the throat. The hands let go, and Joshua sprang up out of the water.
Joshua found himself sitting straight up with his legs level. He focused his eyes, and his enemies were gone. He was no longer in the dark waters of the pond. He was home in bed, yet he was still soaked to the skin. He looked around, feeling shaky. The room was still dark, but he could see the first pink light of the morning pressing against the mini-blinds.
He had had that awful dream again, thanks to his little brother Caleb. Since Caleb had come down from Chicago and had been sleeping in Joshua's bed, Joshua had had that recurring nightmare. Joshua took the pillow that Caleb had obviously thrown over his head and tossed it angrily against the wall. Caleb threw his arm on Joshua's side of the bed, and Joshua knew instantly why he had dreamed of someone choking him.
Joshua threw the wet sheets off his legs and bundled them over Caleb. "Drown in your own wet sheets, you little stinkin' bed-wetter," he muttered.
He got up and grabbed a set of clothes from the dresser drawer. As he took the three steps from his bedroom to the bathroom, he could hear that his grandmother was snoring contentedly as usual. "Must be nice to have a dry bed!" he yelled toward her room as he entered the bathroom.
"I'm sick of that little baby wettin' my bed," Joshua mumbled as he peeled off his wet clothes. He took Caleb's Spider Man towel from the rack and dried himself with it. He then took the towel and wrapped it around the bundle of wet clothes, squeezing as much of the wetness out of the clothes and into the towel as possible. He hung the towel back in its place. "You should smell real fresh after your bath, little brother," he said scornfully. "That'll teach you for wettin' my bed."
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