The Land of the Phantasmal - Chapter Sample
GAZING through the window of the car, Sarah watches solemnly as the trees swish by her view, not really taking them in. The journey from London to wherever they are now has only been a few hours, but really does seem like an eternity. I mean, how many games can you actually play in the back of a car to keep you entertained? What’s more, for some weird reason, adults never seem to appreciate just how dull a car journey can be to the young and energetic mind of a child. One simple “Are we there yet?” and all hell breaks loose. Still, one more time won’t hurt, surely.
Sitting next to her is Tom, a slight boy with dark eyes and an innocent looking face. Tom has his window wide open and the wind blasting in blows his short curly hair all around. The sun highlighting the hint of ginger running through it, although he is always adamant that it is light brown. He looks to Sarah and smiles, the grin pushing his ears up, that truth be told are