Jasper Dash and the Flame-Pits of Delaware (A Pals in Peril Tale)
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It is a land of wonders. It is a land of mystery. It is a land that time forgot (or chose specifically not to remember). Cut off from the civilized world for untold years by prohibitive interstate tolls at the New Jersey border, this land is called: Delaware. It is into the mist-shrouded heart of this forbidden mountainous realm that our plucky and intrepid heroes Jasper Dash: Boy Technonaut, and his friends Lily Gefelty and Katie Mulligan, must journey to unravel a terrible mystery.
Katie. “You’ve really gotten into this, haven’t you? I never knew you were so into sports.” “A healthy mind in a healthy body,” said Jasper. “That is what I strive for.” His lids opened and closed, opened and closed. Pelt—where Jasper, Katie, and Lily lived—was not a very exciting place. It was a small town with a library, police department, some old Victorian houses covered in aluminum siding, and a street of failing stores down near the docks. To pep up business on Main Street, store owners
the problem in full. Send it, with a self-addressed, stamped envelope, to: The Governor of Delaware Office of the Governor Tatnall Building William Penn Street, 2nd Floor Dover, DE 19901 I’m sure they’ll get back to you. In the meantime, I hear the whirr of engines. Jasper Dash, Lily Gefelty, and Katie Mulligan have set off in their Gyroscopic Sky Suite. They are flying over highway, suburb, and mall. They are headed for the jungles and mountains, the beaches and subaquatic cities, the
gave it to me, it pointed over there, but now it’s folded up in my pocket, so it’s pointed—” “The staff disturbed the crime scene?” sputtered Jasper. “That note could have—” “She’s joking, Jasper,” Lily whispered. “Sarcasm,” said Katie. He frowned. A little stung, he said, “I guess some of us have time for larks because they are not being hurled through the air in high-speed chases.” Katie said, “And some of us have time to put on clothes before spending a night out on the town.” “Well,
its towers, the secrets of its tides and pools. There will always be lost lagoons to find there, and ruins almost hidden by the sand. There will always be monsters of great beauty and good men with ugly frowns. The forests are dark, but lights bob among the branches. You are at home there, more at home than anyplace else, and yet you will never go there in your life. Their legends are yours. The pirates sail around the cape, a crew of skeletons in the rigging. Milkmaids run down mountain passes,
dolls’ hair? Huh? Are you too busy wearing dresses and having tea parties with your pandas for a little life-and-death thing we call Stare-Eyes?” There was an embarrassed silence. The concrete walls of the locker room boomed with the coach’s voice. A faucet dripped in the bathroom. Jasper wished the coach wouldn’t be so harsh with the team; it was making his heart sink. He did not like one bit all the jokes about girls because girls were just not like that, and it felt like Coach Meyers was