Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Meet Casey Jones by Marc Cerasini, Patrick Spaziante

By Marc Cerasini, Patrick Spaziante

A narrative for older little ones, within the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sequence. Paperback variation.

Show description

Read or Download Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Meet Casey Jones PDF

Best social skills & school life books

Party Poopers (Rotten School, No. 9)

Bernie Bridges has all of it discovered. April-May June—the most well liked lady within the fourth grade—will ask him to the once a year girl-invite-boy tuition dance. they will dance the evening away, and April-May June will completely fall for him. there is just one challenge: fact. April-May June does not are looking to opt for Bernie.

Pete the Cat: I Love My White Shoes

Pete the Cat is going jogging down the road donning his fresh white sneakers. alongside the best way, his sneakers swap from white to purple to blue to brown to rainy as he steps in piles of strawberries, blueberries, and different vast messes! yet it doesn't matter what colour his footwear are, Pete retains movin' and groovin' and making a song his music.

Extra resources for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Meet Casey Jones

Example text

Before this winter, I wouldn’t have dared bring acorns within walls until they were soaked and ground into meal, but I felt no more life in these seeds than I’d felt in the others. The morning’s fire had burned down to hot coals. I unbuttoned my coat but kept it on as I set yesterday’s cornmeal mush over the heat. There was some squirrel left in the mush, and my stomach grumbled as it simmered. I took the pot from the fire, filled two bowls, and brought them upstairs along with a couple of spoons.

With a soft sound he drew me closer, reaching up to run his fingers through my hair. His musky taste reminded me of the smell of his wolf’s fur. The acorn in my hand pattered to the floor. The rustling of blankets made us pull abruptly apart. Ethan sat up in bed, staring at us. Matthew’s ears flushed red. My face burned. I wondered if Ethan could see the way the taste of Matthew’s lips lingered on mine. The boy’s eyes hardened as he focused on us. He didn’t trust us. I didn’t fully trust him, either.

Matthew made a quiet sound. “Time to go home,” I agreed. We turned from the ferns, back toward the path and the chores that waited in town. I scanned the snow and brush around us, but I didn’t see any more shadows. At least it was only human shadows we needed to watch for now. Until this winter, the trees had held shadows of their own, and those shadows had attacked anyone desperate enough to venture out at night. The trees’ roots and branches had attacked, too, by day and night both. But now the trees had dropped their leaves and they slept, and instead human shadows from Before roamed the woods at night, shadows of those who’d died during the War with Faerie.

Download PDF sample

Rated 4.48 of 5 – based on 11 votes