Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Twenty Nine
The one who'd worn the mask stepped closer with the glowing stone disc in the palm of his hand. "you _will_ help us," he said softly, alone.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Twenty Nine
The one who'd worn the mask stepped closer with the glowing stone disc in the palm of his hand. "you _will_ help us," he said softly, alone.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Thirty Four
**Chapter Thirty Four** _ _ _ _ _"YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND!"_ Those were the first words I heard when I rose out of my comfy, cozy coma. I'd been dreaming about being appointed chief sour cream taster in Tacoland. I sighed in...
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Thirty Three
A single cloud of gray smoke wafted from the mask, and hit my grandpa square in the face. he froze with a stunned look on his face, and then his hand went to his throat. he tried to breathe, but could only cough.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Thirty Two
** **** AUTHOR'S NOTE:** if you get tired of waiting for new chapters, the entire book is for sale on Amazon in print and on Kindle! **Chapter Thirty Two** Ethan looked at Jade, then at the glowing gem in his...
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Four
_did the man in the clown mask do this?_ i wondered. no, he couldn't have. i'd felt ethan's power while fighting the maiam, long before the masked man had shown up. but then how in the chunky peanut butter had this happened?
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Ten
** **** AUTHOR'S NOTE:** if you get tired of waiting for new chapters, the entire book is for sale on Amazon in print and on Kindle! **Chapter Ten** I burst through the Wombo World's glass double doors like a...
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Fifteen
The man in the mask had been at feverdream field. i remembered him walking beside me, but i'd assumed he was just another hallucination. that was enough to tie my guts into knots.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Fourteen
Maybe it was the mask he had on." i froze. "say that again." "what?" she tilted her head. "he was wearing a mask. it was white and kind of looked like it was smiling. almost like a--" "clown," i finished for her, horror creeping up inside me.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Thirteen
Ignoring the maiams, i turned toward the man in the mask. the smoke reached my nose and, hesitantly, i took a deep breath of it. nothing happened. "this," i said, stepping up to him, "isn't real."
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Twenty One
The laughter tasted...well, it wasn't like the masked man's gray laughter, thank the whoopie cushion in the sky. but it still didn't taste right. it was stale, like breathing air that had been locked inside a dusty old chest for a hundred years.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Twenty
** **** AUTHOR'S NOTE:** if you get tired of waiting for new chapters, the entire book is for sale on Amazon in print and on Kindle! **Chapter Twenty** I cut the Corner before Ethan could protest, and the...