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BOOK PREVIEW: ESCAPE TO MOLOKAI chapter 3

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Chapter 3: Bad News

    George waited in the dark until the crickets resumed their Morse code chirps. He couldn’t leave until he found out what had happened. Why the police had arrested Jonathan and Alice.

   One by one, the lights went off in the house until only the faint glow of the kitchen lamp was visible.

   George slunk around to the backyard and peeked in the window.

BOOK PREVIEW: ESCAPE TO MOLOKAI chapter 2

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Chapter 2:  Full Moon

George waited until the house was silent. He slipped out of bed, cracked open his bedroom door, and listened. The steady rhythm of Kapuna's snore whispered from the other bedroom.

He crept into the kitchen to peek at the clock. It was eleven. Even though it was normally only a twenty-minute walk to the square, he decided it was time to go. The burn would slow him, and he didn’t want to be late. The ritual had to take place at midnight under a full moon. If they missed it, they’d have to wait until next month, and that would be a lifetime away.

Plus, Jonathan would be totally mad at him if he had to wait.

George slipped out the back door.

BOOK PREVIEW: Escape to Molokai chapter 1

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Chapter 1: Night

Maui, 1946

George lit a candle on his bedside table and examined his thigh in the dim flickering light. The burn was the size of a fried egg and felt like it was still on fire. He frowned. Sometimes it felt like everything he did backfired.

Pulling a torn shred of aloe from his pocket, he squeezed the tuberous leaf until its juice dripped onto the burn. It stung and soothed it at the same time. One thing for sure, he wouldn’t pretend to be a fire-dancer again anytime soon. He didn’t like looking stupid, not even in front of his best friend, Jonathan.

He smiled. Jonathan had looked pretty stupid tiptoeing across the neighbor’s yard for the aloe. When Mr. Kim drove up, Jonathan had bolted like he was being chased by zombies.

Still grinning, George squeezed the leaf one last time and covered the burn with a bandage he'd filched from his grandmother’s medicine cabinet. The last thing he needed was for it to get infected. Then he’d have to tell his grandmother, and he was already in enough trouble for one day.

Footsteps. He blew out the candle, stripped off his shirt, and leaped into bed; sandy shorts, dirty feet and all.