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Zusatztext "Supernatural and horror readers alike will speed through Sniegoski’s fast-paced tale and no doubt enthusiastically await the sequel." Informationen zum Autor Thomas E. Sniegoski is the author of more than two dozen novels for adults, teens, and children. His books for teens include Legacy, Sleeper Code, Sleeper Agenda, and Force Majeure, as well as the series The Brimstone Network. As a comic book writer, Sniegoski's work includes Stupid, Stupid Rat Tails, a prequel miniseries to international hit, Bone. Sniegoski collaborated with Bone creator Jeff Smith on the project, making him the only writer Smith has ever asked to work on those characters. He was born and raised in Massachusetts, where he still lives with his wife LeeAnne and their French Bulldog, Kirby. Visit him on the web at Sniegoski.com. Klappentext "Sidney and her friends must race to find the origin of a storm that has hit their small island home, turning [all the animals] into savage weapons"--Savage CHAPTER ONE There must be a storm coming. Sidney Moore opened her eyes to the morning and groaned, the beginnings of a sinus headache throbbing inside her skull. Great, she thought as she lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. For the briefest moment she felt a rush of panic that she might have overslept and that she was going to be late for school. But that was immediately followed by an incredible sense of relief when she remembered that school was over for the summer, never mind the fact that she had graduated. The pressures of high school were over and done, and the wonders of an unknown future were laid out before her eighteen-year-old self. But the thrill quickly soured, any potential this particular day might have in store for her dissolving as a knot of discomfort formed in her belly and she remembered the inescapable things that had lately been the source of her troubles. The things that haunted and distracted her from the excitement of her future. She rolled over with a heavy sigh and reached for her phone just as the large white head of a German shepherd loomed up from beside the bed and planted a wet kiss on her face. A kiss that smelled like the glue on an old envelope. Lovely. “Morning, Snowy girl,” she said, looking deep into the dog’s icy blue eyes. Snowy’s bushy tail began to wag wildly, and she pawed the bed for more attention. “All right, all right,” Sidney exclaimed. “I’ll get you some breakfast in a minute.” Snowy sat down, watching with eager, hungry eyes as Sidney checked her phone for messages. “Unngh,” she groaned, seeing that one of the dreaded things that held back her anticipation had called while she slept. Her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—had left another message. “Cody, why can’t you just leave me alone?” she whispered sadly as she threw back the covers and climbed from bed. Snowy excitedly leaped to her feet. “Yes, yes, go on.” Sidney motioned the dog from the room with the hand that still held the phone, and Snowy bounded down the hallway toward the kitchen. Sidney knew what she should do—delete the message and forget that he’d even called. She would be better off, she was sure of it, although there was still a part of her that cared for him. But that was the part of her that obviously wasn’t dead set on leaving Benediction for college in Boston. The part she was trying her damnedest to ignore. The kitchen smelled deliciously of French roast, and half a pot sitting in the coffeemaker filled the air with the aroma that she’d always loved, even though she could barely stomach the taste. One of these days, she told herself as she picked up Snowy’s water dish from the place mat on the floor and proceeded to rinse it clean before filling it with fresh water. Sidney had taken to ima...
