The Secret of the Hidden Scrolls: The Great Escape, Book 3


By M. J. Thomas

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Back for their third adventure, siblings Peter and Mary journey back in time to Egypt, where Moses fights for the Israelites’ freedom and plagues wreak havoc.The Secret of the Hidden Scrolls series follows siblings Peter and Mary and their dog, Hank, as they discover ancient scrolls that transport them back to key moments in biblical history.

In The Great Escape, Peter, Mary, and Hank journey to the pyramid-studded desert of ancient Egypt. When the trio become friends with Pharaoh’s daughter, they witness first-hand as Moses petitions Pharaoh for the Israelites’ freedom. Plagues wreak havoc as the group races to decode the scroll, gets chased by a panther, and battles Pharaoh’s cunning advisor, the Great Magician. Young readers will anxiously follow along as Peter and Mary’s thrilling adventures bring the biblical story of Exodus to life.




Peter stared at the shiny suit of armor standing at the entrance to the hallway leading to Great-Uncle Solomon’s library. Something was different. He just couldn’t figure out what. Peter slowly reached toward the lion’s head on the shield.

Ruff!” Hank barked and tilted his head.

Something was definitely different.

“Mary!” shouted Peter.

“Don’t shout,” said Mary. “I’m right here.”

Peter turned and saw Mary sitting in the comfy leather chair—reading a book, of course.

Mary put her book down. “What are you looking at?”

“Something is weird,” said Peter. “But I can’t figure it out.”

Mary walked over and looked up and down the armor. “The sword.”

“What about it?”

“It used to be by his side,” said Mary. “Now it is pointing that way.”

Peter rubbed his chin. “That’s strange.” He stepped back. He had always assumed the armor was just armor, but now he wasn’t so sure. “I wonder what he’s pointing at.”

Mary looked in the direction of the sword. “It looks like he’s pointing down that hall.”

Peter turned. “We haven’t explored this one.”

Mary walked back to her chair and plopped down. “Have fun. I’m going to finish my book.”

“Are you kidding?” said Peter. “A suit of

armor is pointing its sword down a mysterious hallway, and you want to read a book?”

Mary looked up thoughtfully. “Well, maybe it will lead us to another adventure.”

Peter grinned and grabbed the big leather bag with the adventure journal inside. “Let’s go!”

Woof, woof,” Hank barked and ran down the hall. Peter and Mary were close behind. Hank stopped in front of the third door on the right. He barked.

Peter turned the knob and swung the door wide open. “It’s pitch-black in there.”

Mary wrinkled her nose. “Gross, what’s that smell?”

Peter held his nose. “Maybe it’s where Great-Uncle Solomon keeps his dirty socks.” He reached through sticky cobwebs and turned on the light.

Mary’s jaw dropped. “A sarcophagus!”

“A sarcofa—what?”

“A sarcophagus is a coffin where ancient Egyptians kept mummies,” said Mary, like everyone should know.

“Oh.” Peter walked over to the colorful stone box. It was covered in jewels and painted with strange winged creatures. It was carved in the shape of a man wearing a blue-and-gold head covering with a snake at the top.

“Another snake?” moaned Peter. “Why is there always a snake?”

“A cobra,” Mary said. “Ancient Egyptians used it as a symbol of royalty and power. This mummy must have been a ruler or maybe even a pharaoh.”

Peter stepped back and bowed. “Nice to meet you, your majesty.”

Mary rolled her eyes.

“How do you know so much about mummies?” said Peter.

“I read about it in a book,” said Mary. “It was called Are You My Mummy?: A Look Inside Ancient Pyramids.”

Peter ran his hand across the top of the sarcophagus. “Let’s open it.”

“I don’t think we should,” said Mary, backing away.

“You’re afraid of mummies!” said Peter.

“No, I’m not,” said Mary.

Peter grabbed one end of the lid. “Then help me open it.”

Mary slowly reached for the other side.

“I wouldn’t do that,” said a raspy old voice from behind them.

Peter jumped. He turned to see Great-Uncle Solomon walking in the doorway. Great-Uncle Solomon brushed cobwebs out of his bushy white hair and glanced around. “I really need to clean in here,” he said.

“Why can’t we open it?” said Peter. “Will the mummy escape?”

Great-Uncle Solomon laughed. “No, that’s only in the movies.”

Mary folded her arms and gave Peter a look like he should have known that.

“That mummy has been dead for thousands of years,” said Great-Uncle Solomon. “I don’t think you’ll like how he smells.”

Hank sniffed the sarcophagus and jumped back.

Great-Uncle Solomon held out two apples. “Here, I brought you a snack.”

Peter shoved them into the big leather bag. “Thanks, I’ll save them for later.”

“I can’t believe you’re not hungry,” said Mary. “You’re always hungry.”

Peter pinched his nose. “The smell ruined my appetite.”

“Take a look around the room,” said Great-Uncle Solomon. “It’s filled with treasures and artifacts from my explorations in Egypt. You might even find something to help on your next adventure.”

Peter walked over to a shelf and picked up a

dagger with jewels on the handle. He slipped it in his bag.

Mary unrolled a scroll and her eyes lit up. “Maybe we should take this map.”

Peter stuck it in the bag.

Roar! A lion’s roar echoed through the house.

Great-Uncle Solomon grabbed a flashlight and some binoculars and handed them to Peter. “Every good explorer needs these.”


“Let’s go!” said Peter. He hung the bag over his shoulder, ran down the hallway, and passed the suit of armor. Mary and Hank were right on his heels. They skidded to a stop at the library doors. Peter reached for the lion’s-head handle and turned.


Peter swung the door open, and they ran into the library.

Mary shuffled through the books and pulled out the red one with a lion’s head painted in gold on the cover. The bookshelf rumbled and slid open to reveal the secret room. It was dark except for the glowing clay pot in the center that held the hidden scrolls.

Mary ran over to the pot. “I want to pick the scroll this time.”

“Be my guest,” said Peter.

Mary closed her eyes and grabbed one.

“What’s on the red wax seal?” said Peter.

Mary squinted. “It looks like a triangle.”

“Let’s see where it takes us,” said Peter.

Mary broke the seal. Suddenly, the walls shook, the floor quaked, and books flew off the shelves.

Peter grabbed Mary’s hand. “Here we go!”

The library crumbled around them. Then everything was still, quiet, and hot—very hot.



“It’s so hot!” said Peter.

Mary shaded her eyes with her hands. “The sun is really bright.”

Peter spun around. “There is nothing here but sand.”

“We must be in the middle of the desert,” said Mary.

“We just got here and I’m already thirsty,” said Peter.

“Did you pack any water?”

“No,” said Peter. “We only have the apples.”

Mary wiped sweat from her forehead. “Let’s find some water.”

Ruff!” Hank barked and took off, kicking up sand behind him. He ran to the top of a sand dune and spun in circles, barking.

“Did you find water?” Peter shouted. He climbed up the tall sand dune. “Mary, come look.”

Peter tapped his foot as Mary slowly climbed the dune. He couldn’t believe how slow she was, especially with all of her karate training.


On Sale
Oct 15, 2019
Page Count
128 pages

M. J. Thomas

About the Author

Mike Thomas grew up in Florida playing sports and riding his bike to the library and an arcade named the Cosmic Cowboy. He graduated from Liberty University, earning a bachelor's degree in Bible Studies. When his son Peter was nine years old, Mike went searching for books that would teach Peter about the Bible in a fun, imaginative way. Finding none, he decided to write his own series. Mike Thomas lives in Murfreesboro, Tennessee, with his wife, Lori; sons Payton and Peter; and their dog, Hank.

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