Flashback ( PDFDrive )

The first thing Sophie heard was roaring—loud enough to shake the
slowly solidifying ground—followed by an abundance of shouting as
Havenfield’s sprawling pastures glittered into view.
Sophie gave herself a second to take it all in: the ocean shimmering
beyond the property’s scenic cliffs, its dark blue waves dappled with
glints of warm afternoon sunlight. The wispy branches of Calla’s
Panakes tree scattering pinkish, purplish, bluish petals across the
rolling, grassy hills. And her house, with its crystal walls, golden
columns, and gleaming cupola—so much fancier than anywhere she
once would’ve imagined herself living, yet every sparkling inch now
felt like home.
So did the next earth-shaking roar. And the next round of shouting.
Because one of Sophie’s favorite things about Havenfield was the
constant adventure.
“I assume that’s the gorgodon?” Mr. Forkle said as Sophie turned to
follow the flower-lined path that wound past pens of fluffy dinosaurs
and loping sasquatches and every other kind of creature imaginable.
“Yep. Sounds like feeding time.”
The pasture seemed farther away than Sophie remembered, the
path steeper, the sunshine hotter on her skin, and after a few minutes
she was fuzzy headed and dripping sweat. But her pace didn’t slow. It
even increased when she confirmed that one of the voices was Grady’s,
and she was practically running by the time they rounded the final
bend and reached the wide ridge dotted with boulders and windswept
trees, where a team of gnomes and dwarves had built the gorgodon’s
enclosure from arched pieces of steel arranged into a tightly knitted
dome.