The Valley of Shoam, the Castle of the Pines, Erol’s clan, the islands of Mirantha, the White Mountain, a Dragon, the King? Uh-huh. “I was on a trip,” Owen said. The radio squawked something about an attack. “Buckle up, kid. We need to take this call.” They raced down a residential street and into a subdivision of nice houses with rolling green lawns, passed a soccer field, and pulled up to a house. The officers left Owen locked in the back and separated from his sword and the front seat by a shield of Plexiglas. There were no handles on the inside of the back doors. He was trapped. A woman in a bathrobe stumbled onto the porch crying and pointing, and the officers followed her inside. A child on a bike slowed, looking at Owen. Owen pounded on the window. “Let me out of here! I have to get home! Please open the door!” The kid stopped and stared blankly, then glanced around and pedaled away quickly. Behind him flew some sort of buzzing, clicking creature, larger than a bee and more like a small bird, though it passed so fast that Owen could not get a good look at it.
What do You think about The Minions Of Time (2008)?
