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.
silo, one of the big concrete ones. I didn’t care what it was, but I remember thinking that it was a good choice of shelter, because colonists wouldn’t be interested in it until harvest time, in mid-summer. 40 Chapter Seven One trouble with the war was that we had no medicines. We’d had the basic odds and ends but we’d used them up pretty quickly. Now we were down to half a packet of Bandaids and a bottle of Alka Seltzer. And after that terrible trudge across the plains we were tired,
fire. One look at the two red spots in Fi’s white cheeks was enough. We burned, we shook, we panted, we tossed and turned. I hallucinated so strongly that they had to tie me down. I thought I was the Great Pruner or something; I knew that I held a giant pair of clippers and my job was to go from poplar tree to poplar tree, cutting them into shape. Each tree was OK near the ground; it was the high bits that were the problem. I constantly had to stand on tiptoes, or even to jump with arms
the time. But Lee wanted us to go beyond Wirrawee; all the way to Cobbler’s Bay. It was a wildly terrifying idea. Cobbler’s Bay was a wonderful harbour but in peacetime it was too far from the city to be used regularly by big ships. It had been popular with fishing boats, tourist charters and yachts wanting shelter for a night or two. But the enemy had used it a lot since the invasion. So much damage had been done to the major ports that Cobbler’s had turned out to be very important to them.
pounding along on my bruised knee, my sore ankle, my aching feet. I dived under the tree at the exact second that the huge chopper appeared above the clearing. Its glass front seemed like a giant eye; the whole machine seemed like an eye, peering in every direction, seeing everything. I lay among the leaves and mud, begging it to go away, praying that it wouldn’t see me. 102 I remembered how they’d hung around Corrie’s house and how they’d later destroyed it with a single missile. I realised
my own. The only thing I was grateful for was that it hadn’t occurred to him that our attack on Turner Street was aimed right at him. We’d set out deliberately to kill him; that was the main point of it. We’d failed, but in our failure we’d apparently achieved something dramatic, because right at the end of the session he said to me: ‘And the attack on Turner Street, that was another coincidence, I suppose, was it?’ ‘How do you mean?’ I asked tiredly. It was the first time I’d bothered to respond