A Killing Frost (The Tomorrow Series #3)

A Killing Frost (The Tomorrow Series #3)

John Marsden

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 0395837359

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


It's nearly six months since our country was invaded. We've lived in a war zone since January, and now it's July. So short a time, so long a time . . . I'm an expert on fear now. I think I've felt every strong feeling there is: love, hate, jealousy, rage. But fear's the greatest of them all. Nothing reaches inside and grabs you by the guts the way fear does. Nothing else possesses you like that. It's a kind of illness, a fever, that takes you over. Ellie and her friends return from a camping trip to find their country at war. Learning together, they fight back - battling fear, rage, and the invading army that has stolen their land, seized their homes, taken their families, and destroyed their future. Continuing the story begun in Tomorrow When the War Began and The Dead of Night, John Marsden paints a shockingly realistic portrait of teenagers who take great risks to defend what is theirs.

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getting lunch ready. 56 Chapter Nine Cobbler’s Bay was like something out of a war movie. OK, so I’m just a simple little rural who’s never been anywhere beyond Stratton in her life. To me, seeing traffic lights was a big thrill. Every time we went to Stratton I grabbed any excuse to ride up and down the escalators, like a six-year-old. So to look out over Cobbler’s and see an aircraft carrier, an oil tanker, two small patrol vessels and three container ships was unbelievable. Two long large

before the war, and that made it a certainty that there’d been a lot of blasting. Cockies love messing with explosives, and any big stubborn tree stump was a good enough excuse. It’s amazing that there aren’t thousands of farmers walking round with only half their fingers, but I never heard of anyone blowing himself up. Dad had a few goes with gelignite when I was younger but Mum talked him into giving it a miss. I wished now that he’d taught me how to use it, and then, remembering that I was

dumbstruck. I gazed at Kevin admiringly. ‘That’s so simple,’ I said at last. ‘And so clever.’ ‘But how do we get it attached to a truck?’ Homer asked. ‘Cos that’s what you’ve got in mind, isn’t it? To fake a breakdown?’ ‘Yeah, exactly. And there is a way. What we have to do is create an obstacle for a convoy, so they stop for a few minutes. While they’re stopped I’ll sneak out, stick the timer on a truck, and set it for whatever time we decide, five minutes, ten, twenty. All I’ve got to do is

dive, not having any idea of what I was going to do, just desperate to stop him pulling the trigger. What I did was to hit him somewhere between his chest and stomach with my head. I felt a hard impact, hurting my head and jarring my neck, but above that I felt relief as he fell backwards. He hadn’t been able to fire. I was all over him as he fell but, to my horror, we kept falling. I realised that we’d both gone over the rail. I was beating my arms in panic, trying to get away from him. We fell

that he could hear their voices. We ran a few metres around an old wall and came to a half-open door. I heard someone say, ‘Yeah, but he had an average of sixty in Sheffield Shield, you know,’ and then Lee pushed the door open. 19 Chapter Four At first I didn’t see Kevin. I saw four astonished faces, four open pairs of eyes, four startled mouths. One man, a small middle-aged bloke with a thin moustache, started saying, ‘Who the ...?’ Then Lee shut the door and I saw Kevin, who till then had

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