SummaryJoin the original cat and dog pair from Noah’s Ark as they journey through history!
Humorous, whimsical, and thoroughly researched (as the extensive bibliographies and long notes from the writer testify), these books talk at a child’s level without talking down to them. Currently contains eight books in the series, with at least five more slated to still come. Stories cover Noah’s Ark (The Ark), the story of Joseph (The Dreamer), the Messianic prophecies and the birth of Christ (The Prophet), the composition of Handel’s Messiah and the life of Christ (The Roman), the first half of Acts (The Wind), the second half of Acts through John’s time on Patmos (The Fire), and the America Revolution (The Voice & The Declaration). |
StatsGenre: Midgrade (8-12 years) historical with a fantasy twist
Series length: Currently eight books and counting... Violence: Light to moderate, depending on the story. For example, while the author is not graphic in her portrayal of the slaughter of the Bethlehem babies or the crucifixion of Christ, neither does she skip or ignore the darkness and violence of these events. Magic/Supernatural: Light to moderate supernatural. Most of the supernatural elements come from the biblical miracles, the immortality of the animal protagonists and the abilities that go with that (e.g. time traveling), and their evil counterparts. Romance: Light--mainly tied to historical characters who get married. Christian/spiritual element: Overt elements Recommendation: Great for young voracious readers (most books have 400+ pages) and those who love animals. (Although this series has so much meat, it is a worthwhile read for older readers, even adults). It also works well as a read-aloud or team read. You might like this book if you liked... The Warrior Series by Erin Hunt or The Redwall series by Brian Jacques To Purchase
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The roar of thunder was deafening. The ground itself seemed to shake from the angry skies lashing out above. Nothing was beyond the reach of the storm. The lightning cracked in all directions, looking like the skeleton of a dead tree in the sky. The shadows of the unknown appeared for brief moments at a time, taunting him, serving only to make the dark night more terrifying. Why did dark shadows grow larger than their otherwise normal objects, turning them into grotesque beasts? He was breathless as he bolted out from under a tree after lightning struck nearby. The lightning was after him, or so he thought. He ran until his lungs ached from the effort. Where was he running? He knew of no safe place out here... |
The Ark, the Reed, & the Fire Cloud
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Weightless. He felt utterly weightless. Joseph stretched his arms out wide, feeling at one with the vast expanse surrounding him. He closed his eyes and lost all sense of orientation. There was complete silence. Suddenly he felt warmth on his back and a gentle breeze blowing the hem of his multicolored robe. It was soothing and inviting. He slowly turned without effort to see the source of the warm breeze. It was the sun, shining in all its glory. Wisps of fire escaped the turbulent ball of red and orange. Strange. how small it looked! He felt close enough to reach out and cup it in the palm of his hand.
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The Dreamer, the Schemer, & the Robe
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Marcus Antonius gritted his teeth as he hastily removed the sword and dagger from his belt, gazing at them with disgust. He carelessly tossed the weapons on the table with a clank and walked over to the marble basin of tepid water, hoping to wash away all that had happened. The low rumble of thunder in the distance made the Roman centurion give pause and wonder if the gods were angry over the day's events. The sky was dark, yet it was only mid-afternoon. How could the gods not be angry? He shuddered as he realized only evil itself could not be angry about this day. |
The Prophet, the Shepherd & the Star
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Armandus Antonius stood as motionless as a Roman statue while bloody mud splattered his feet. Stinging rain pummeled his face, but he felt nothing. Nothing, that is, except confusion and despair. Oddly opposing sounds swirled around around him. How could both cruel laughter and gut-wrenching wailing be observed in the same day's events? The Roman centurion clenched his jaw as he watched the mother fall to her knees with arms raised, eyes pleading as she cried, "Please, with care, with care!" He instinctively took a step toward to offer aid, but others rushed to her side, supporting her there on the filthy ground. Armandus remained where he was, but anger consumed him as he turned his gaze upward to see the work of his soldiers. |
The Roman, the Twelve & the King
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"No more for you, old man!" The Roman soldier backhanded the prisoner on the cheek, causing the elderly man to crumple and fall back onto the ship's deck with a muffled groan. The wooden cup fell out of the prisoner's hand and tumbled over to rest at the angry soldier's feet. The Roman picked up the cup and gripped it tightly as he leaned over the prisoner with a snarl on his face. "You and your kind have been nothing but trouble for Rome," he growled. A rogue wave suddenly splashed over the side of the ship, soaking the prisoner and this hardened soldier. The Roman grabbed the railing to steady himself, wiping the sea spray off his face. He looked out to sea and glimpsed the island looming larger on the horizon. A cruel grin grew on the soldier's face as he looked down at the shivering, wet prisoner. "It's your misfortune you didn't die quickly in Rome. A slow death from hunger and thirst will teach you Christians to defy the emperor." |
The Wind, the Road & the Way
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THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPS OVER THE LAZY DOG Al wrinkled his forehead as he read the freshly inked parchment, the corner of his mouth drawn up in a confused expression as he cocked his head to the side. "Sure, and I think our little monk may be goin' off the deep end, Lass." "Whatever do you mean, Albert?" Liz replied, jumping from a wooden stool ont the writing desk next to the window. A wooden triangular stand held the parchment, blank except for those words written vertically in the margin. Liz turned her head sideways to see what Al was reading. The plump Irish cat pointed to the scribbled text with his out-stretched paw. "Even I know these words ain't in the Bible. Should i tear it up with me iron claw before he gets too far then?" |
The Fire, the Revelation & the Fall
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Liz sat on a bench in Battery Park, gazing out across the Hudson River, her golden eyes fixed on the upraised arm of the Statue of Liberty. A gentle breeze brushed her cheek, and she closed her eyes, smiling at the thunderous voice that forever echoed in her mind. "They see a land in which Liberty hath taken up her abode--that Liberty, whom they had considered as a fabled goddess, existing only in the fancies of poets. They see her here, a real divinity--her altars rising on every hand, throughout these happy states..." Liz opened her eyes, squinting against the sun as her gaze drifted to the statue's patina crown. "Liberty, the greatest of all earthly blessings--give us that precious jewel, and you may take everything else." The sleek French cat sighed deeply as the voice continued to remind her of what was at stake when it first uttered those words. "When the American spirit was in its youth, the language of America was different: Liberty, sir, was the primary object." "Liberete is once again the primary object, mon Henry. Much is at stake now, just as it was then," Liz said aloud to herself... |
The Voice, the Revolution & the Key
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Paul Revere stomped down Union Street, his mind feverishly racing with what he had just learned. He frantically searched his memory of the previous night, visualizing the faces of the Sons of Liberty huddled together in the dimly lit upper room of the tavern. Each man swore an oath on the Bible not to reveal anything about their activity to anyone but the group's leaders--namely Samuel Adams, John Hancock, Dr. Joseph Warren, and Dr. Benjamin Church. They gathered around the long, black tables ringed by sweating pewter mugs to discuss the latest intelligence gathered from the streets of Boston, any news from outside the city, and their next moves to undermine British authority. Revere was oblivious to the large puddle that drenched his shoes and muddied his white stockinged feet. Urgency pressed him forward, his heart now pounding as he considered the import of what Henry Knox had revealed to him moments ago: There was a spy in their midst. |
The Declaration, the Sword & the Spy
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