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    Vine World
    Vine World
    Vine World
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    Vine World

    By L. Hewitt Theriot

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    Fourteen-year-old Teddy was a baby when the Vines came, and since that day he's known no other world but Vine World. Along with his parents and his younger brother Bob, they've managed to carve out a day-to-day existence in the bizarre world beneath the massive vines that long ago blotted out the sun.

    But in Vine World, just because you survived this day, doesn't man you'll survive the next one. And if the vines themselves don't get you, the monsters that slither out of the vents, each more terrifying and lethal than the next, just might.

    In a dark and dangerous world, a family's love and perseverance will be severely tested. And maybe, just maybe… someday… they'll find a way out of Vine World, together.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherL. Hewitt Theriot
    Release dateJun 18, 2018
    ISBN9781386059455
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      Vine World - L. Hewitt Theriot

      VINE WORLD

      By L. Hewitt Theriot

      PART ONE:  THE WAY IT IS

      "That’s just the way it is

      Some things’ll never change"

      -  Bruce Hornsby

      The Vines came almost all at once, on a warm otherwise unremarkable summer night twelve years ago. Teddy didn’t remember their coming. He was only fourteen now, which meant he was two when they came. Actually, it wasn’t exactly accurate to say he didn’t remember their coming.

      There were the dreams.

      In the dreams he’d be asleep, peaceful in his bed, when suddenly, with the rending sound of a thousand angry zippers the snakes would punch through the walls, yellow eyes flashing, their mouths open wide and hissing, long saber-like fangs spitting luminous green venom. They would spill into the room like waterfalls and begin to coil around him in his bed. Tighter and tighter until breathing became an impossibility and the hissing crowded out even his own panicked thoughts and the world beyond his eyes began to grow dark.

      He didn’t always wake up screaming from these dreams, but he did so often enough that his parents worried about it. He could hear them talking about it in low whispers sometimes when they didn’t think he could hear them. Sound carried well in this house. But that tended to happen in structures where the walls didn’t always line up, floors sometimes leaned crazily in every direction, doors had long ago been pulled permanently free of their frames, and windows were smashed and lying on the ground in twinkling shards of glass.

      The vines had done all that.

      Teddy lay in his bed in the eternal twilight of Vine World, which was what everyone called ground level these days. He knew that if he looked at the wind-up clock on his nightstand he would see that it was eight o’clock in the morning, give or take fifteen minutes. His brain knew what time it was, even if there wasn’t enough sunlight down here to confirm what his brain already seemed to know.

      "It’s your Shark-Alien rhythms" his Dad had once explained. Whatever that

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