Geoffrey's War

By Caleb Indhivan Victor

"Geoffrey noticed that the tip of the olive twig was glowing brighter and brighter. All of a sudden, the olive leaf exploded, and a golden shockwave erupted throughout the battlefield."

 

Join Geoffrey on an exciting adventure as he sets out to defeat evil forces! In this thrilling fantasy, you'll discover that Geoffrey is more than just a playful prankster. Through his journey, he learns important lessons about determination and to believe in oneself. As he faces off against terrifying monsters, he discovers the true strength of his courage and wit, and he must summon all of his bravery to triumph over the villains. Will he emerge victorious? Or will he succumb?

 

In this gripping tale, eleven-year-old Caleb Indhivan Victor invites readers on a thrilling adventure through the eyes of a young boy with a boundless imagination. With exciting events and captivating illustrations, this story is sure to fascinate young readers and leave them cheering for Geoffrey every step of the way!  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Victor Selvarajah Selvanayagam
• Release date: May 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223247340

Caleb Indhivan Victor

Caleb Indhivan Victor is an 11-year-old emerging writer with a passion for crafting captivating fantasy adventure stories. With a voracious appetite for books, Caleb draws inspiration from the variety of books he reads. In 2022, he was honoured as the winner of the Wilbur & Niso Smith Foundation's prestigious Author of Tomorrow award in the ‘11 and Under’ category. Caleb's short stories have also been recognized with shortlistings for the Writing Wizardry Competition 2021 and the Tall Tales Short Stories Competition 2022. Geoffrey’s War was written when he was 9 years old.

Book preview

Chapter 1

How it all began

Long, long ago, in a small town called Faithenville, along a busy street, in a rich house, up three flights of stairs, in a lonely attic, sat a boy. The name of the boy was Geoffrey. His father was a rich and well-respected man, known by the name of Richardman.

The attic could be described with one word, grimy. It was covered with a layer of dust and soot from the chimney and in some damp corners, a disgusting coat of moss. There was a dirty, antique stool covered with clouds of filth, together with many old boxes of things from his great-grandfather’s generation. Lying on the floor was what seemed to be a wilted stalk of an olive tree with a few leaves on it. But there was something bizarre about that wilted stalk; it made you feel a strange sense of peace.

Now, the reason Geoffrey was sitting here in the attic on this horrid stool was not because he wanted to sit here (tell me who in the world would want to sit all alone in this dusty dungeon for hours). He was sitting here as a punishment; earlier this day he had created a monster of a problem. Let me tell you all about it.