Veronica and the Volcano

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A VOLCANIC ADVENTURE!

Veronica is a perfectly ordinary girl, except for one very important thing—she lives on a volcano! Join Veronica on her search for pearls on the far side of the biggest volcano of all ... Mount Mystery!

PUT YOURSELF IN THE STORY!

Jump right into the action as Veronica’s best friend. Customize character names to make the story your own!

VOLCANOES and TSUNAMIS and SUPERSTORMS, OH MY!

Learn about volcanoes while adventuring with Veronica. What’s a lava neck? A lava bomb? A lavacicle? What causes blue lava? Can you outrace a pyroclastic cloud? Can a supervolcano end the world?

CHARACTERS YOU'LL REMEMBER

Meet characters you won't soon forget. Like the "People of Wood," the fearsome "Man in White," the "Diamond King," and "Captain John the 17th"

A WONDER-FULL ADVENTURE!

Here's how the story starts ...

In another lifetime, in the land of lava and love, there lived a young girl named Veronica. Veronica had brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. She wore a strand of pearls every day, even to bed, because her middle name was Pearl. Veronica had a mom and dad, who loved her very much, and a little sister, Elyse, who loved to play. She was, in fact, a perfectly ordinary girl, except for one very important thing—Veronica lived on a volcano.

“Lava bomb,” Veronica called brightly, as her father backed the lava car out of the garage. From the passenger seat, she heard the telltale shriek and saw the orange glow. A flaming boulder, about the size of a school desk, streaked through the summer sky.

She pressed the red button in the center of the dashboard—a button clearly marked: “Lava Shield.” The lava bomb struck with the force of a lightning bolt. Burning rock hailed down upon them, as if from a volcanic thundercloud.

But they hardly noticed. Above them, a clear lava shield rose out of the hood, extending over the car like a glass umbrella. Veronica watched the flames roar above their heads, die out, and then vanish. She pressed the red button again. This time the lava shield retracted, tucked back under the hood, and folded neatly out of sight.

“Dad, you do really think they’ll have volcano pearls in town—don’t you?” she asked.

“Absolutely—definitely, umm, maybe,” he stammered, not sure at all. “But if they don’t, you know you can always make her something. Mom loved your painting from last year.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. “Another painting? Mom’s going to be forty this year, and she needs something special—something she’ll take with her everywhere she goes. Something like these.” And she thumbed at the pearls around her neck.