Date Published: 10-27-2026
Publisher: Harmony Press
Ti’s aunt presents Max with a daunting choice to either confess to his parents about the broken window or assist Ti in testing his invention, the Quantum Locator. Little does Max know that the Quantum Locator possesses the extraordinary ability to locate anyone, anywhere.
Together, with Max’s dog Ralphie, they stumble through a portal into a realm teeming with supernatural wonders. From a forest ruled by a colossal snake emperor to a mysterious Tree. Now, the boys must navigate their way through this enchanting land. Will they survive to get home?
In this captivating middle-grade thriller, Leslie Cole examines friendship, choices, and loyalty, maintaining suspense until the last page.
Excerpt
Prologue
Foliage. Fangs. Forsaken.
Two year old Maxwell Oswin Miller opened his eyes only to see green blocking his vision. He’d have rubbed his eyes, but try as he may, he could not free his arms. He seemed to be tangled, head to toe, with something brushy and wiry. Only his right heel was exposed, which stung from a piercing bite.
He had screamed for his parents until his throat burned. Unheard, he fell back into a fitful sleep, briefly escaping the nightmare of his situation.
A shout woke him up.
“Snake! What in the blue blazes of Georgia? Mr. Finch, kill it.”
“Mrs. Finch, I’ll grab my hoe.”
“Quick! It’s sneaking out from under the weeping willow in the Millers’ front yard.”
Hurried footsteps approached, then the hoe came down with a thwack, but little Max was too tired to make a sound.
“Mrs. Finch, the snake got away, but looky here. It’s a baby wrapped up like a suit of armor in the willow branches.”
“A baby?” Lighter footsteps came close. “My goodness, if he don’t look like the branches swaddled him, right here on the ground.”
“Or choked him,” said Mr. Finch.
“Here, take my shears and cut those things off. Careful now.”
A clip and another, and soon Max’s arms and legs were free.
“He’s alive, Mrs. Finch, but looks like he’s been layin’ here for hours.”
A snip and leaves fell from his eyes. He felt two arms lift him as two hands gently pulled branches from his body.
“Mrs. Finch, ain’t this the Millers’ boy?”
“Why, yes! It is the Millers’ boy. Why’d they go off and leave him under the tree like this?” She cradled the boy close.
“Look. His heel is bleeding. Is that a snake bite, Mrs. Finch?”
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