A Killing Frost (The Tomorrow Series #3)
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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.
night’s sleep I can’t even imagine any more what it’d be like, but I dream of it – daydreams, that is – and long for it. The one who handled it best of any of us, at that stage, was Fi. Fi was so lightly built that she looked like a grasshopper. She was all leggy. Maybe that was why I always thought of her as frail, easily broken, needing protection. But she had a strength that I could never quite figure out. I don’t know where it came from, or where she stored it. How much heart could she fit
Robyn jumped in through the window. ‘If there was anyone on the road they would have seen that,’ she said. ‘Head for the lube pit,’ Homer ordered. We ran like hares straight for it, and squeezed in one by one, leaving only Robyn outside, ready to follow if she saw anything. With exaggerated caution we decided to wait in there a full hour. Homer was raging. ‘I can’t believe we didn’t check those bloody switches,’ he kept saying. He made me feel guilty, though I don’t know why it should have been
outside.’ I went out the back window and found Lee, who was keeping watch from the top of the water tank where he was almost completely hidden by ivy. ‘How’s it looking?’ I asked. ‘Nothing to see. What’s happening with the radio?’ ‘Just static.’ ‘Let’s give it another fifteen minutes,’ Homer said, when I reported back. ‘That’s nearly half an hour all together,’ Robyn said. ‘That’s a long time if they have tracking equipment zeroing in on us.’ No one seemed willing to make a decision. We stood
would be shot. I felt sorry for the man a bit, too. I’d never really thought about these soldiers having friends, being 151 friends with each other. It must have been as awful for them to have their friends killed as it was for us. It had been a long time since I’d thought about all these issues of right and wrong. We’d become used to doing the things we did, to attacking and destroying and killing, without thinking whether there was right on both sides. Sure in the early days of the invasion
maximum-security institution, designed for the toughest offenders. We wouldn’t be escaping. Our convoy came to a halt at the huge steel doors of the prison. There was much shouting and slamming of car doors. Only the soldiers in our truck didn’t move, just sat there watching. An officer came and spoke to our driver through the window of the truck. The driver put the truck in gear and we began to move forward. The steel doors rolled silently aside and we drove through. They closed behind us just