Mysteries in Our National Parks: Over The Edge: A Mystery in Grand Canyon National Park. Gloria Skurzynski
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Название: Mysteries in Our National Parks: Over The Edge: A Mystery in Grand Canyon National Park
Автор: Gloria Skurzynski
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9781426309700
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OVER THE EDGE
A MYSTERY IN GRAND CANYON NATIONAL PARK
GLORIA SKURZYNSKI AND ALANE FERGUSON
Text copyright © 2002 Gloria Skurzynski and Alane Ferguson
Cover illustration copyright © 2008 Jeffrey Mangiat
All rights reserved.
Reproduction of the whole or any part of the contents is prohibited without written permission from the National Geographic Society, 1145 17th Street N.W., Washington, D.C. 20036.
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Map by Carl Mehler, Director of Maps;
Map research and production by Gregory Ugiansky and Martin S. Walz
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to living persons or events other than descriptions of natural phenomena is purely coincidental.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Skurzynski, Gloria.
Over the edge / by Gloria Skurzynski and Alane Ferguson.
p. cm.—(Mysteries in our national parks; #7)
Summary: While she studies condors in the Grand Canyon a scientist’s life is threatened, and the strange, hostile, teenage computer whiz in her family’s foster care might be involved.
ISBN: 978-1-4263-0970-0
[1. Condors—Fiction. 2. Endangered species—Fiction. 3. Grand Canyon National Park (Ariz.)—Fiction. 4. Internet—Fiction. 5. Foster home care—Fiction. 6. Arizona—Fiction. 7. National parks and reserves—Fiction. 8. Mystery and detective stories.]
I. Ferguson, Alane. II. Title. III. Series.
PZ7.S6287 Ov 2002
[Fic]—dc21
2001003191
Version: 2017-07-07
To Marcel Damgaard,
a young man of intelligence, character, and charm
who touched our lives.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
The authors want to offer a very special and
warm thanks to Pam Cox, Park Interpretive Ranger
at Grand Canyon’s inner canyon,
who helped us immeasurably.
Our sincere thanks go also to Elaine Leslie and
R.V. Ward, Wildlife Biologists;
Rex Tilousi of the Havasupai Tribe;
Mike McGinnis, Law Enforcement Ranger;
Sandra Perl, Grand Canyon Public Affairs;
Shawn Farry and Bill Heinrich of The Peregrine Fund
(www.peregrinefund.org);
Phillip B. Danielson, Ph.D., Department of
Biological Sciences, University of Denver;
and to the Greater Los Angeles Zoo Association.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
AFTERWORD
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Low October sun turned the massive stone walls blood red. From behind the rim of the canyon he stared at her, rage building in his throat until it almost choked him. She wanted to steal away his freedom. People like her were always trying to force their will on others, but he would stop her, and in a way that would stop them all. He searched along the nearby piñon trees, but they were empty. No one was watching except a raven circling on unseen currents of air. You won’t tell, will you, he silently asked the bird. The raven screeched in reply. It was a sign. Now was the time.
She’d moved even closer to the rim. One push, he knew, would send her over the edge.
CHAPTER ONE
In his dream, Jack heard something ringing. Groggy, he reached out to hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. Was it really time to get up, or could he squeeze in just a few extra minutes of sleep? He buried his head into his pillow, arguing with himself about whether to climb out of bed immediately or wait for the alarm to go off the next time. Yes or no? Sleep for five more minutes, or roll out now, just to make sure he’d packed all the right camera equipment for the trip to the Grand Canyon? Eyes closed, he slipped back into the dream where he soared within the cavernous Grand Canyon, past fern-decked alcoves and springs that burst from the rock like fountains of gems. Beneath him the Colorado River unfurled in a ribbon of silver, winding between walls of orange-red rock….
Ringing jarred him once more, and he raised his head, puzzled. The snooze button shouldn’t have gone off again that fast. He opened one eye to look at the clock. Two-seventeen in the morning! It wasn’t his alarm clock he’d been hearing, but the doorbell.
“Come in, come in,” he heard his mother say, while a familiar voice answered, “I really hate to wake you, Olivia, but it’s an emergency.”
“Wait—let me get Steven.”
Jack hurriedly pulled on a pair of sweatpants. He reached the living room just as his father got there and heard Ms. Lopez say, “Hello, Steven. Oh, I’m so sorry—I’ve wakened Jack and Ashley, too.” Jack’s 11-year-old sister had stumbled into the living room, rubbing her eyes with her palms. Dark, curly hair swirled around her head, and her flannel horse-print pajamas seemed too big for her small frame. Although Ashley was 11, she wasn’t much taller than a 9-year-old. Jack, who was СКАЧАТЬ