Twelve-year-old Brody, and his kid brother, are sent to stay with their reclusive Aunt Sally, when their mom falls seriously ill. But, they soon discover things are not as they appear, and a strange phenomenon is happening in the small retro town.
What mystery is Tucker’s Mountain hiding?
Unsure of who or what they can trust, the boys embark on a hunt for answers that reveals more than they bargained for.
Targeted Age Group:: 9-12
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Years ago, I'd scribbled an idea for this story in a notebook. One day, I stumbled upon my notes and more ideas started flowing, so I decided it was time to develop it.
That night Brody lay on top of his covers. He'd pretended to be asleep when Aunt Sally had cracked the door open. Hours later, sleep still eluded him. The blue flickering lights outside were a welcome diversion as they played across the net curtains. He shifted off his bed and retrieved his headlamp.
“Don't think you're going up there without me.” Tom slid out of bed fully clothed with a torch in his hand.
Brody squelched his arguments. They both needed the distraction.
“OK, but we have to be quiet so Aunt Sally doesn't catch us sneaking out.”
The dog padded after them as they crept through the house to the back door. Moonlight painted the landscape silver, aiding their midnight mission. They followed the truck tracks until they reached a padlocked gate, twice their height, and a new barbed wire fence which blocked off the mountain. Danger signs warned trespassers not to proceed.
“'This is new.” Brody rattled the gate, but it was locked tight.
The dog pranced several paces away before skipping back. He repeated this maneuver three times before Tom ran after him. “He wants us to follow him.”
Dirt sprayed as the dog burrowed under a section of puckered wire. Tail swishing, he waited on the other side until the boys squeezed through the hole, and then he bounded up the path. The boys followed the truck ruts while the dog kept zooming back to make sure they were following.
A blue glow lightened the darkness. Their torch lights bobbed, scattering light into the surrounding pine trees, highlighting thick trunks and gnarled branches. The trail ended at the edge of a large pond. Muddy tire tracks showed where the truck had turned around and backed up to the water. The dog sniffed the lake.
Tom’s fingers dug into Brody's arm. “There's something in the water.”
Wendy Scott has a New Zealand Certificate in Science (Chemistry), which allows her to dabble with fuming potions and strange substances, satisfying her inner witch.
Wendy writes fantasy and children’s novels.
One of the creeds she lives by is to always – Live a life less ordinary!
Gold Medal Winner: The Wishing Shelf Book Awards UK 2015
Silver Medal Winner: International Readers’ Favorite Book Awards 2016
Blue Treat Award: RRBC KCT International Literary Book Awards 2017, 2018, & 2019
Finalist: The Wishing Shelf Book Awards UK 2016, 2017, & 2018
Gold Quality Marks: BooksGoSocial 2017
Finalist: Book Excellence Awards 2018
Finalist: Top Shelf Book Awards 2019