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Forest Secrets
David Laing
First Published 2013 by JoJo Publishing
This edition published 2018 by Woodslane Press
© David Laing
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Designer / typesetter: Chameleon Print Design
Illustrations © Steve Howells, water colour & line artist
Editor: Ormé Harris
Digital Distribution: Ebook Alchemy
Conversion by Winking Billy
ISBN: 978-0-9875879-7-8 (ePub)
National Library of Australia Cataloguing-in-Publication entry
| Author: | Laing, David, author. |
| Title: | Forest secrets : ghosts come in many guises / David W. Laing. |
| ISBN: | 978-0-9875879-7-8 (ePub) |
| Target Audience: | For children. |
| Dewey Number: | A823.4 |
About the Author
David Laing, a retired school principal, is now a full-time author. He has just completed the third book of his young adult, ‘Forest’ trilogy, Forest Secrets and is currently researching an adult novel, The Quinine Factor, which he hopes will be released in 2014.
At present, he is touring schools throughout Tasmania where he gives presentations to students. He is also a regular speaker these days at various adult groups such as Apex, Probus and Lions. At these presentations, David never fails to mention how he gets inspiration for his stories – from the people he has met and the life experiences he has had during his many travels throughout Australia.
David now resides in beautiful Needles, Tasmania with his wife, Wendy and his dog, Jesse.
Other books by this author:
Forest Spirit
Forest Shadows
A Tumble in Time
Author website: www.davidlaingauthor.com
Acknowledgements
My sincere thanks go out to my editor, Ormé who, as always, was on the ball with everything she undertook. Thanks also to Luke for your design and artistry. Thanks to Barry and Jo for another chance to help Make a Difference. Water colour and line artist, Steve Howells, has also shown his talents by way of the brilliantly humorous line drawings as shown in the book. Thanks also to Margaret Cowen for her poem, My Country, My Land, which so aptly captures the ethos of the story. My sincere thanks, also, to both Emeritus Professor Paul Hughes and author, Paul Eckert who were both extremely generous with their expert advice regarding our indigenous people.
For all the Aboriginal children and their families that I have met over the years. I’ll never forget your smiling faces.
I sense the spirits
when they walk the land;
the keepers
watching, waiting to return;
a flame that burns
deep in my heart,
never extinguished
mine to pass on.
For the love of this country,
the land of my birth.
A verse from the poem, ‘My Country, My Land,’ by Margaret Cowen, Word Weavers An Anthology of Poetry, S.W.W.T., Foot and Playsted, Tasmania, 2010, p27.
Prologue
The rhotosaurus tore some leaves from the high branches of the conifer tree and chewed. Always cautious, he turned his head from side to side, watching and listening. All he could hear were the usual sounds of the forest – the rustling leaves and bushes, the scurrying ground dwellers, the distant roar of another dinosaur. Then suddenly he stopped chewing. There was something else, a smell, one that he’d never come across before that was somehow threatening. He didn’t know why or how but he could feel it, sense its menace.
There was a noise, too. But that was a familiar sound. It was a snuffling coming from nearby – from the trees at the edge of the small clearing where he stood. Swivelling his long neck, he saw that it was the two muttaburrasauruses that he often saw prowl-ing around in the forest, feeding from the low-hanging branches of the trees. They were the bird-hipped dinosaurs that walked on two legs. And although plant eaters, they were considered by all the other dinosaurs, big and small, to be dangerous. They were fearless and always up for a fight. The rhotosaurus liked to keep his distance from them whenever he could. Although they were nowhere near his size, he knew he was no match for their deadly leg spikes that could rip his hide to shreds in seconds.
Standing perfectly still, he waited, hoping they’d go away.
But there was something else. Something he had felt a few moments earlier … that was far more dangerous than the muttaburrasauruses. Thousands of times more. And it was coming towards him.
It was an object as big as a small city and it was travelling at twenty times the speed of a bullet. It was an asteroid, due to blast through the earth’s hemisphere in seconds and which was destined to crash into the sea to create a wave, a monster wall of water 100 metres high.
Oblivious to the coming danger, and from habit more than anything else and hoping that the two dinosaurs below would leave him alone, he pushed his small head through the branches of the conifer for more leaves. But the strange feeling that something was wrong came over him again. He didn’t know what it was. He simply felt it, sensed it like before. It was something … different. With all thoughts of food gone from his mind, he swivelled
