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SUMMARY: Their names are Lisanne, Josël, Kristof, Anton, Sabas, Dak, and Alyse, but they’re far better
known by their traveling name, 'The Magnificent Seven.' Best friends for life, if you find one of them, odds are
you’ll find the other six. Children of far reaching and vivid imaginations, their creative fantasies have taken
them to such places as the circus, the Orient Express, white water rafting, and outer space. What always
starts as an adventure in the real world quickly becomes an adventure of the imagination for them, with a
mystery to solve.
known by their traveling name, 'The Magnificent Seven.' Best friends for life, if you find one of them, odds are
you’ll find the other six. Children of far reaching and vivid imaginations, their creative fantasies have taken
them to such places as the circus, the Orient Express, white water rafting, and outer space. What always
starts as an adventure in the real world quickly becomes an adventure of the imagination for them, with a
mystery to solve.
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The Adventures of the Magnificent Seven
The Adventures of the Magnificent Seven
Author: David Roth
Edition: Reprint
Copyright: June 21, 2011
ISBN: 978-1-4524-2812-3
Published by: Edin Road Press
Format: Ebook
Available through:
Smashwords.com
Genre: Young Adult, Fiction, Mystery
Author: David Roth
Edition: Reprint
Copyright: June 21, 2011
ISBN: 978-1-4524-2812-3
Published by: Edin Road Press
Format: Ebook
Available through:
Smashwords.com
Genre: Young Adult, Fiction, Mystery
Book Excerpt:
There’s writing here, all right. It’s in lemon juice. It’s invisible until heat is applied, and you usually only get
one chance to read it because it’s very unstable.
“Lisanne, I can’t make any of this out, so it’s not in our language. Can you translate it?”
Lisanne began to read the scroll while Anton moved the torch behind the parchment.
“It’s in Drajoon, the Pirate’s language. No wonder you didn’t understand it. It says:
“If you’ve gotten this far, my congratulations. That means you must be the so-called Magnificent Seven. Let’
s see. My guess is that Sabas was off on his own and he discovered it, and Kristof figured out how to read
it, which of course, he couldn’t. Dim little twit, isn’t he? Lisanne is the only one bright enough, so it’s most
likely that she’s the one reading this.
“That’s good. I want to make certain you get it all. Mistakes on anyone’s parts could be costly. Very costly,
indeed.
“I have your people. All 215 of them, as well as the animals and other valuables they brought with them to
your Gathering. What a quaint little practice.
“You, on the other hand, have something of mine, and I want it back. I propose an even exchange. You
bring me my property, I release your people. It’s that simple.
“There is a map at the bottom of the scroll that will give you directions to find us. I’m not willing to take
chances, so I’ll help you simpletons out. You’ll find us at…”
Their concentration was broken by the high pitched screaming sound coming from the side of Sabas’s
sword belt.
“Aw man,” Josël said in frustration as he threw the roll of picnic table paper he’d been helping to hold
down, “we said we’d leave the cells turned off. Way to go, dork – nice job ruining the adventure.”
“Pipe down, dweeb. It’s my Mom. Yeah. Hi Mom. Yes ma’am. Uh-huh. Yes, but… Aw, c’mon, Mom, we’
re almost… Yes ma’am. No ma’am, I’m not arguing with you. Yes ma’am. About twenty minutes. Yeah.
You too. G’bye.
“That was my Mom. She says I gotta leave now. Something about my Grandpa coming over. C’mon Dak,
get your bike. We gotta go. Same time tomorrow, guys?”
“Yeah,” Lisanne said, “I guess so. We’re not doing anything else. And besides. We got a village to
rescue.”
The seven of them stood in a circle, each extending their right hands into the middle of it, palms down.
Alyse was on the bottom, and Lisanne on the top, in order by age. They pumped up and down lightly three
times and shouted:
“SEVEN!”
They then mounted up on their trusty bikes and rode home. The adventure would continue the next day for
the Magnificent Seven, right where it left off.
As Lisanne said, they had a village to rescue.
There’s writing here, all right. It’s in lemon juice. It’s invisible until heat is applied, and you usually only get
one chance to read it because it’s very unstable.
“Lisanne, I can’t make any of this out, so it’s not in our language. Can you translate it?”
Lisanne began to read the scroll while Anton moved the torch behind the parchment.
“It’s in Drajoon, the Pirate’s language. No wonder you didn’t understand it. It says:
“If you’ve gotten this far, my congratulations. That means you must be the so-called Magnificent Seven. Let’
s see. My guess is that Sabas was off on his own and he discovered it, and Kristof figured out how to read
it, which of course, he couldn’t. Dim little twit, isn’t he? Lisanne is the only one bright enough, so it’s most
likely that she’s the one reading this.
“That’s good. I want to make certain you get it all. Mistakes on anyone’s parts could be costly. Very costly,
indeed.
“I have your people. All 215 of them, as well as the animals and other valuables they brought with them to
your Gathering. What a quaint little practice.
“You, on the other hand, have something of mine, and I want it back. I propose an even exchange. You
bring me my property, I release your people. It’s that simple.
“There is a map at the bottom of the scroll that will give you directions to find us. I’m not willing to take
chances, so I’ll help you simpletons out. You’ll find us at…”
Their concentration was broken by the high pitched screaming sound coming from the side of Sabas’s
sword belt.
“Aw man,” Josël said in frustration as he threw the roll of picnic table paper he’d been helping to hold
down, “we said we’d leave the cells turned off. Way to go, dork – nice job ruining the adventure.”
“Pipe down, dweeb. It’s my Mom. Yeah. Hi Mom. Yes ma’am. Uh-huh. Yes, but… Aw, c’mon, Mom, we’
re almost… Yes ma’am. No ma’am, I’m not arguing with you. Yes ma’am. About twenty minutes. Yeah.
You too. G’bye.
“That was my Mom. She says I gotta leave now. Something about my Grandpa coming over. C’mon Dak,
get your bike. We gotta go. Same time tomorrow, guys?”
“Yeah,” Lisanne said, “I guess so. We’re not doing anything else. And besides. We got a village to
rescue.”
The seven of them stood in a circle, each extending their right hands into the middle of it, palms down.
Alyse was on the bottom, and Lisanne on the top, in order by age. They pumped up and down lightly three
times and shouted:
“SEVEN!”
They then mounted up on their trusty bikes and rode home. The adventure would continue the next day for
the Magnificent Seven, right where it left off.
As Lisanne said, they had a village to rescue.