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Click on the cover image above to read some s of this book! Frannie O'Neill is a young and talented veterinarian living in Colorado. Plagued by the mysterious murder of her husband, David, a local doctor, Frannie throws herself into her work. It is not long before another bizarre murder When the wind blows by james patterson and Kit Harrison, a troubled and unconventional FBI agent, arrives on her doorstep. Late one night, near the woods of her animal hospital, Frannie stumbles upon a strange, astonishing phenomenon that will change the course of her life forever Her name is Max.
With breathtaking energy, eleven-year-old Max le Frannie and Kit to uncover one of the most diabolical and inhuman plots of modern science. When the Wind Blows is as unique a story as has ever been told, filled with suspense and passion. This is by far James Patterson's best book to date. He is the author of some of the most popular series of the past decade - the Alex Cross, Women's Murder Club and Detective Michael Bennett novels - and he has written many other one bestsellers including romance novels and stand-alone thrillers.
He lives in Florida with his wife and son. James is passionate about encouraging children to read. Inspired by his own son who was a reluctant reader, he also writes a range of books specifically for young readers. James has formed a partnership with the National Literacy Trust, an independent, UK-based charity that changes lives through literacy.
James Patterson is one of the best-known and biggest-selling writers of all time. His books have sold in excess of million copies worldwide. Inspired by his own son who was a reluctant reader, he also writes a range of books for young readers including the Middle School, I Funny, Treasure Hunters, Dog Diaries and Max Einstein series. James has donated millions in grants to independent bookshops and has been the most borrowed author of adult fiction in UK libraries for the past eleven years in a row.
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We are temporarily out of stock. More copies are on order with our supplier. Your order will be allocated from this new delivery. for more delivery details. Link Either by ing into your or linking your membership details before your order is placed. Description Extract Product Details Click on the cover image above to read some s of this book! Somebody please! Can anybody hear me? Her throat and lungs were beginning to hurt, to burn.
The eleven-year-old girl was running as fast as she could from the hateful, despicable School. She was strong, but she was beginning to tire. As she ran, her long blond hair flared behind her like a beautiful silk scarf. She was pretty, even though there were dark, plum-colored circles under her eyes.
She knew the men were coming to kill her. She could hear them hurrying through the woods behind her. She glanced over her right shoulder, painfully twisting her neck. She flashed a mental picture of her little brother, Matthew. Where was he? The two of them had separated just outside the School, both running and screaming. She was afraid Matthew was already dead. Uncle Thomas probably got him. Thomas had betrayed them and that hurt so much she couldn't stand to think about it. Tears rolled down her cheeks. The hunters were closing in.
She could feel their heavy footsteps thumping hard and fast against the crust of the earth. A throbbing, orange and red ball of sun was sinking below the horizon. Soon it would be pitch-black and cold out here in the Front Range of the Rockies. All she wore When the wind blows by james patterson a simple tube of white cotton, sleeveless, loosely drawn together at the neck-line and waist.
Her feet were wrapped in thin-soled ballet slippers. She urged her aching, tired body on. She could go faster than this. She knew she could. The twisting path narrowed, then wound around a great, mossy-green shoulder of rock. She clawed and struggled forward through more thick tangles of branches and brush.
The girl suddenly stopped. She could go no further. A huge, high fence loomed above the bushes. It was easily ten feet. Rows of razor-sharp concertina wire were tangled and coiled across the top. Max bent over and cupped her hands over her bare knees. She was blowing out air, wheezing hard, trying to keep from weeping. The hunters were almost there. She could hear, smell, sense their awful presence. With a sudden flourish, she unfurled her wings. They were white and silver-tipped and appeared to have been unhinged.
The wings sailed to a point above her head, seemingly of their own accord. Their span was When the wind blows by james patterson feet. The sun glinted off the full array of her plumage. Max started to run again, flapping her wings hard and fast.
Her slippered feet lifted off the hardscrabble. She flew over the high barbed wire like a bird. They didn't see her yet, but they knew it wouldn't be long before they caught up with the girl. They were jogging rapidly, but every so often the man in front picked up the pace a ificant notch or two. All of them were competent trackers, good at this, but he was the best, a natural leader.
He was more focused, more controlled, the best hunter. The men appeared calm on the outside, but inside it was a different story. This was a critical time.
The girl had to be captured, and brought back. She shouldn't have gotten out here in the first place. Discretion was critical; it always had been, but never more than right now. The girl was only eleven, but she had 'gifts,' and that could present a formidable problem outdoors. Her senses were acute; she was incredibly strong for her size, her age, her gender; and of course, there was the possibility that she might try to fly.
Suddenly, they could see her up ahead: she was clearly visible against the deep blue background of the sky. Northwest, fifty degrees,' the group leader called out.
She was called Tinkerbell, but he knew she hated the name. The only name she answered to was Max, which wasn't short for Maxine, or Maximillian, but for Maximum. Maybe because she always gave her all.When the wind blows by james patterson
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