Tiernay West, Professional Adventurer
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Originally published as Secret of the Three Treasures.
If there’s lost treasure to be found, she’s the one to find it. Tiernay West, Professional Adventurer—at your service.
Moving with the stealth of a great cat of the African plains, Tiernay West can track a bicycle over dry pavement and infiltrate secret organizations far beyond bedtime. She has little use for playing by the rules, doing as she's told, or spending time with her mother’s dull new boyfriend and his computer-obsessed son.
Tiernay may be months away from (elementary school) graduation, but she already knows what she wants out of life: to become a professional adventurer, just like the heroine of her father’s best-selling novels. She isn’t scared of anything, and when she catches wind of possible buried treasure in her own hometown, she’s on the job. She knows this could be her big break.
If along the way Tiernay finds herself running for her life, scaling cliffs in the middle of the night, and evading her not-at-all-adventuresome mother, that’s all in a day’s work—and totally part of the plan.
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Praise for Tiernay West, Professional Adventurer
“Tiernay’s voice is fresh and funny.” –Horn Book Guide
“Tiernay is an irrepressible role model in her unwavering self-confidence, intellectual curiosity, and sense of humor. Like the waiter who remembers she likes her soda with lime, cherries, and lemon wedges, readers will not forget Tiernay West anytime soon.” –School Library Journal
“Her focused determination overriding all obstacles and mishaps, Tiernay makes an appealing protagonist ... Fine fare for recent Cam Jansen and Encyclopedia Brown graduates.” –Kirkus Reviews
“Tiernay’s fierce self-confidence and individuality will appeal to many readers.” –Booklist
“Using her father's pseudonym, West, Tiernay is ready to make the leap from being a trainee to a full-fledged professional adventurer. Ready to have her ‘Tiernay West’ business cards printed up, she dreams of living on the edge, climbing the world's tallest mountains, or taming wild tigers in India ... Thoroughly entertaining.” –Children’s Literature
Featured on the 2008-2009 Land of Enchantment Children's List
Janni Lee Simner
Janni Lee Simner lives in the Arizona desert, where the plants know how to bite and the dandelions have thorns. In spite of these things—or maybe because of them—she believes she lives in one of the most stunning places on earth.Her post-apocalyptic Bones of Faerie trilogy is set after the war between the human and faerie realms has destroyed the world, leaving behind a land filled with deadly magic. The first book, Bones of Faerie, was dubbed, “Pure, stunning, impossible to put down or forget,” by World Fantasy Award winner Jane Yolen. School Library Journal describes the second book, Faerie Winter, as, “A hauntingly exquisite portrait of a postapocalyptic world.”She’s also the author of Thief Eyes, a contemporary young adult fantasy based on the Icelandic sagas; of the kids’ adventure story Tiernay West, Professional Adventurer; of the short-story collection Unicorn Seasons; and of three more novels and more than 30 more short stories, including appearances in Welcome to Bordertown and Cricket magazine.To learn more about visit her online at www.simner.com.
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Tiernay West, Professional Adventurer - Janni Lee Simner
Tiernay West,
Professional
Adventurer
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Janni Lee Simner
Cholla Bear Press
For Randi Mason, for stories shared.
With thanks to Marella Sands, who was there when Tiernay West was born; Larry Hammer, who never stopped believing in Tiernay; and Jennifer J. Stewart, who helped Tiernay find her first home.
Chapter 1
Tiernay West stalked through the forest, silent as the great cats of the African plains, deadly as the fabled Royal Assassins of Arakistan. With the eyes that had gotten her dubbed Little Eagle,
she scanned the verdant undergrowth, searching for the treasure hidden within.
Some motion made her pause. The shifting of a leaf, a scent upon the humid wind—with a single fluid motion she was up among the branches of an ancient oak. Adjusting her hat against the slanting sun, she settled in to watch. To wait.
* * *
Tiernay! Tiernay, come out here this instant!
I remained hidden among the branches of my favorite oak, not moving, not breathing. Well, trying not to breathe. You’d think that if Houdini could stay underwater for four minutes, if T. J. Redstone could conceal herself in the airless tomb of Arakistan’s Hidden City for nearly a quarter hour, I could hold my breath long enough for Mom to cross the backyard.
I tried to breathe out slowly, through my nose, the way T. J. did when hiding behind the curtains of the Arakistani ambassador’s chambers, waiting for him to reveal the location of the Lost Amulet of Kazir. But instead, my breath came out in a noisy rush, through my nose and my mouth and probably even my ears. I shifted among the branches, sending autumn leaves crackling to the ground.
Mom looked sharply up. Tiernay Markowitz, what are you doing up there?
Tiernay West,
I said, all need for stealth gone. My name’s Tiernay West.
Why is it so hard to get people to call you what you want?
Mom sighed. She enjoyed sighing, especially around me. West is not what it says on your birth certificate.
That’s what it says on the covers of Dad’s books.
It’s a pseudonym, Tiernay. That’s different.
Mom and I’d had this discussion before.
You changed your name after the divorce. Why can’t I change mine?
When you’re eighteen, you can do whatever you want. Until then, you’ll do as I say.
But I didn’t want to wait until I was eighteen to do cool stuff. I wanted adventures now.
Right now,
Mom went on, I say you’re to get down here and put on some decent clothes. Or have you forgotten we’re meeting Greg for dinner in less than an hour?
Of course I hadn’t forgotten. Why else would I be hiding?
Tiernay . . .
All right, all right.
I climbed down a few branches, then jumped to the ground.
My landing wasn’t quite worthy of the great cats of Africa, but it was close. I only scraped one knee. And my hat—broad-brimmed and woven from pale straw, a gift from Dad when he visited the Amazon to write The River’s Secret —stayed on my head, as all true adventurers’ hats do.
Tiernay, be careful!
Mom shouted, as if I were still up in the tree, and not right there beside her. One of these days you’re going to get yourself killed.
I’m always careful,
I said, as I stalked past her across the yard and toward the house.
Just like T. J. Just like Dad.
* * *
The trouble is, Mom doesn’t understand about adventuring.
She and Dad used to argue about it all the time, back when they were still married. Dad travels a lot, researching his books, and Mom complained she never knew when he was going to run off to Bangkok, or Marrakech, or Algiers.
This isn’t like the old days, when adventure waited at every turn—when the world was still filled with unscaled mountains and undiscovered ancient cities. Most people don’t even call themselves adventurers anymore. They’re anthropologists, or journalists, or gentlemen of leisure. But there’s more adventure out there than most people think, if you know where to look.
Just ask T. J. Redstone. Well, you can’t ask her, because she’s the heroine of Dad’s books. But if you could, that’s what she’d tell you. Her business cards even say Professional Adventurer on them.
But don’t ask Mom. Mom’s idea of an adventure is leaving Connecticut long enough to catch a Broadway play or attend a business meeting in Manhattan. Or maybe trying to get me to ballet class each week. Though I’m better about ballet now that Mom’s letting me take Tae Kwon Do, too.
Either Tae Kwon Do or ballet would have been better than dinner with Greg.
Don’t ask me about Greg, who’s more interested in talking about theater and classical music than ancient cities or secret passages. Or about his son, Kevin, who hardly says anything to anyone. Or about the whole idea of Mom having boyfriends.
I climbed the stairs to my room. Books and clothes and homework papers lay scattered about. A map of the world had fallen from the wall, and one corner was caught in my underwear drawer. A half-eaten tuna sandwich and a can of root beer sat on my desk. Mom said once that looking for anything in my room was like digging for buried treasure. I’d vowed never to have a clean room again.
I flopped down on my bed. Across from me my bookshelves were half-empty. Most of the books were on the floor—books about adventurers like Lawrence of Arabia and Nellie Bly and Ernest Shackleton. A couple of battered T. J. novels were on the bottom shelf, along with a printout of the next book, not even titled yet, because I'd told Dad I couldn’t possibly wait for it to be published. The middle shelf held my map collection, and the top one had Dad’s travel books. He writes travel guides as well as T. J. stories, though they’re not as interesting.
If Dad were here, we wouldn’t be heading to some fancy dinner, that’s for sure. We’d be exploring the streets of Manhattan with a metal detector, or hunting for ancient artifacts in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, or maybe just braving Dad’s cooking, made with secret spices that taste a little like the black stuff at the bottom of the pot. But these days I only see Dad holidays and summers, which isn’t nearly often enough. Mom says that’s not much less often than I saw him before, given all those research trips. But adventurers like Dad and me have to travel—another thing Mom doesn’t understand.
More T. J. books were piled on my bed. So was a pile of clothes, Mom’s idea of what I should wear to dinner with Greg: A skirt. A silky blouse. Tights and shiny black dress shoes. T. J. Redstone wouldn’t be caught dead in a skirt and dress shoes. She probably wouldn’t be caught alive in them, either. But when Mom sets out my clothes, the dress code is nonnegotiable.
I went into the bathroom to clean my scraped knee. Then I peeled off my shorts and sweatshirt and changed, even though the tights itched and the shoes pinched my feet. Mom talks about being