Children of the Storm
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Published under pseudonym Deanna Dwyer.
A veil of Caribbean horror shrouds Sonya Carter’s only chance for love...
man. He says it himself. No one is going to kill you, Sonya said, firmly, softly. But she didn't really know how she could be so sure of that. The peacefulness of the night, the sea and the palms had swiftly disappeared, to be replaced by a brooding malevolence, like a large jungle cat waiting to spring on its prey. He promised that he would, Alex said. Well- He promised, several times, that he'd get the both of us, me and Tina. Curiously enough, the boy did not sound frightened so
through the sheltering arbors and out again, Seawatch, heavily lighted, threw a pale yellow glow even this far and, though leaving her shrouded in purple shadows, made her feel sale and relaxed. She could, if she paused in her stroll a moment, hear the soft sussuration of the roiling sea as it slid into the beach quite close at hand. It was a calming sound, rhythmic, as soothing as a mother's kiss. She sat upon a stone bench which was situated twenty feet from the garden path, between two dense
she brushed against him, recoiled like a kitten from a snake. She turned. He grabbed her, whirled her around to face him once more, though in that pitch, she could only suppose they were face-to-face. His hands let go of her arms and, in an instant, had a tight hold on her neck. She screamed. It was a terribly weak scream, too shallow to have carried clear over to Seawatch, much too shallow to be heard and draw any help. A useless, whispered scream He pressed her back against the wall of
wasn't, really, she said. Just a tear or two, which can't be counted. She smiled at him. He made a funny, mock expression of bedazzle-ment, holding a hand over his eyes to shield his vision. He said, God, what a smile that is! It's like the light of the tropic sun! Or a hundred stars, she said sarcastically. That too. She laughed, pushed him back playfully and handed over his dampened handkerchief. I will frame it, he told her. No, you'll launder it. He grew serious again.
right down to it, they want all their pacifiers to keep from bawling their heads off. Pacifiers? Rudolph had to take them to their room to get their favorite stuffed animals and their games. Sonya smiled. That makes me feel better. I hated to see the kids being more courageous than me. And than me, Bess said. Something large and solid was blown against the back door of the mansion, made a booming sound like a cannon. Probably one less palm tree standing in the woods, Bess said.