Every eye swivelled up to the ceiling. ‘What was that?’ Greg frowned. Max knew exactly what it was. It was thunder – the kind of thunderclap you read about when the gods have been angered. ‘Let’s wrap this thing up,’ Larry said briskly. ‘Have you got the money?’ Ralf asked. Larry gave a short dry...
“Why don’t you just leave the stuff here?” he asks, looking at the carrier bag I’m holding. “You heard what Nan said,” I reply. “The gift has to be left at the entrance to the cave.” Josh shakes his head and folds his arms. “I’m not going with you,” he says. I see that I’m going to have to do thi...