The robot, now standing fully upright, was even larger than Murph had guessed. It towered towards the ceiling, casting a giant black shadow across the mosaic floor. Its head was a huge drill, and each of his arms was tipped by a pair of large metal pincers which looked more than a little dangers. And nestled in a chair-like structure attached to the robot’s broad chest was the owner of the high pitched, reedy voice.
Teaser Tuesday ~ Amelia Fang and the Bookworm Gang
I had Random.org select a page and it decided on page 29.
‘Dangerous things!’ Karl cried, flinging his arms out so dramatically one of them nearly fell off. ‘B-b-book…’
‘The books are dangerous?’ asked Amelia, puzzled.
‘No, no…’ Karl took a deep breath and said quite clearly: ‘Bookworms!’