Marco was still breathing hard from his rescue of Sarah, and his heart raced; maybe from the exertion, or maybe from what he saw from their perch high on the cliff. A green valley spread below them, bordered on three sides by steep, rocky walls. The far end, about half a mile away, seemed to narrow and open on to the beach, but Marco couldn't tell for sure. Down deep, he wasn't sure if any of what he was seeing was even real. Creatures filled the valley--birds and animals--but types of which he'd never seen anywhere. He watched a red bird like the one he'd seen fly past. A smaller, purple one buzzed like a bee as it swooped up and over them, coming close and hovering just a foot in front of them. Instead of feathers, the bird's tail end brandished a yellow and black striped stinger. "I hate bees!" Sarah scrambled up on her knees. "Stay still," whispered Marco. Sarah froze. Excerpted from Lost by S. A. Bodeen All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
