GENRE: MG adventure
Chinook forced herself to hold her tongue as she stormed away from the tribal council. She ducked into the cool darkness of the tunnel and steadied herself.
Ten years since the Wakiya had left the valley.
Ten full cycles of seasons since rain had fallen beyond the ridge that rimmed the lake.
Chinook raced down the spiral tunnel and out onto the cove. She splashed into the water and sank.
Humans would not survive without rain.
Yet her people refused to leave.
Lewis, Clark, Columbus. Hunter was in good company—the last of the great explorers. And with all those maps in his collection, there had to be a great unknown somewhere. He just hadn’t expected it to be in the kitchen. He hadn’t expected to crawl around looking for his birthday present, either. But everyone had to start somewhere.
He rifled through drawers, trying not to let the utensils clatter. He didn’t want to wake Mom and Dad or get Brody barking. There was plenty in there, all of it bent, scratched and mismatched. Nothing resembling a present, though. He slammed the drawer harder than he meant to and froze, listening for footsteps.
When no one came down, he started on the cupboards. If they’d gotten him something big, they might have put it in the cabinet with the water tank. He yanked open the door, peering into the spaces around it. Nothing there but—
The gauge stopped him cold. It barely rose above empty. They’d be cutting back, again.