By M. G. Harris
After strolling back from his event in Mexico and studying concerning the mystery Mayan prophesy that his father and grandfather have been part of, Josh is bound his father's demise was once no coincidence. Piecing jointly the clues with the hot info he has, all whereas warding off his mom's questions, Josh units out to end up it. but if he unearths out a surprising mystery in regards to the mythical Ix Codex, he needs to return to Mexico to the key urban of Ek Naab. in simple terms this time he needs to do it by myself, simply because because the stakes upward push, Josh can now not belief even his closest allies.
In the subsequent installment of the action-packed Joshua documents, Ice surprise will deliver readers again to the key international of the Mayan old civilization the place the mysterious 2012 prophecy nonetheless threatens the area. Can Josh clear up the riddle sooner than it's too late?
This e-book is among the infrequent sequels that increase upon the unique. Touches of technology fiction and myth upload style to the journey and motion, as do Borgesian allusions and a captivating story of 2 long-dead lovers.
A stable wager for the thrill-seeking middle-school crowd. from Kirkus overview June 15 2011
About the Author
M. G. HARRIS is the writer of The Joshua documents: Invisible City.
She used to be born in Mexico urban yet lived so much of her lifestyles in Manchester, England. As undefined, journeys to the Mayan ruins gave her the seed of the assumption for what may later turn into the Joshua documents series.
M. G. lives together with her husband and their daughters.
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It’s Madison. I fight to drag my ax out of the ice. Dad shouts at me, “Josh! remain the place you're! go away it there! ” “We desire a weapon,” I shout again, grappling with the ax, which won’t budge. My leg sounds like it’s on fireplace from all my twisting hobbies. i look over my shoulder simply in time to determine the snowboarder careering towards me. in a single outstretched hand is a knife. He carves up the snow among Ixchel and me, cuts via our rope together with his knife. He flips round sharply, turning again towards me. within the subsequent moment, he grabs carry of my backpack, drags me alongside in the back of him. The rope attaching me to my father snaps taut for a moment. after which i think his weight additional to mine. The snowboarder slows down. He brakes to a standstill. I can’t see his face at the back of the helmet and snow goggles. listening to his voice confirms my worst suspicions. Madison. “Give me the backpack, Josh,” he yells. “I simply wish the Adapter. ” He leans ahead with the knife, slices at my backpack. One strap breaks loose. simply as Madison reaches to chop the opposite strap, the volcano shakes—the strongest tremor but. I wobble for a moment, lose my stability, after which fall flat on my face. while i glance up, I don’t also have lengthy sufficient to dread its arrival; a wall of snow is plummeting down the mountain, headed correct for us. the very last thing I see is Madison tipping over, falling like a bowling pin. The roar is deafening. I bow my head and clench my jaw. The snow hits like a major punch to the face. I’m lifted correct off the floor and hurled down the mountain. I’m tumbling, head over heels. Sheer panic floods me. discomfort roars like a furnace in my thigh. My mouth and nostril fill with freezing airborne dirt and dust and snow. I lose all feel of time—my fall may have taken one moment or twenty. All I’m conscious of is the wild present of terror. The maelstrom of whiteness dumps me on most sensible of my backpack. I’m someplace down the glacier, buried in snow. For a couple of seconds I lie totally nonetheless, surprised that no bones appear to be damaged. I’m lined by means of a minimum of a foot of snow, however the indisputable fact that i will nonetheless see sun via it provides me desire. I scratch and carve my means out. I push my head and shoulders in the course of the crust of snow, looking for indicators of Ixchel, my father, and Madison. I’m nearly on the fringe of the glacier’s tongue. one other twenty yards and I’d were flung into the rock box. The snow has settled over every thing. the whole glacier is covered with an eerie silence. It’s in part simply because I’m nonetheless muffled with snow. i exploit my hands to scoop snow out of my mouth, nostril, and ears, and spit out the remaining. I can’t see someone else close to my place. a lot, a lot extra up the slope I spot a few circulate. One or of the climbers who fell within the first little avalanche appear to be rising from the snow. i think a stab of tension. That used to be the gang of high-school little ones. the place are the remainder of them? i glance over at the place the second one hut had nestled opposed to an outcropping of rock. It’s gone—buried in a deep slew of snow. I be able to get up. That’s while I detect that the rope remains to be round my waist.