Firestorm (24 page)

“She’s a sweet
lady, isn’t she, Meg? Well, at least something good came out of all
of this – clean clothes.”

A few seconds
later there was another soft knock at the door and since I was
closer, I pulled it open to let her in, but it wasn’t her. My heart
fluttered as I stared into Brad’s twinkling eyes.

“We have a
pizza and a movie that we’d like to share with two beautiful girls.
Can we come in?”

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About the Author

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Ronnie Dauber
is a Canadian published author who puts a bit of herself into every
story she writes. This book, FIRESTORM, is the second book in her
young adult action-adventure series called The Misadventures of
Sarah Davies. The first book is MUDSLIDE where our heroes meet; the
third book is WHITEOUT where their first college break turns into a
chilling, fast-paced race against time, and the fourth book is
RAGING WATERS where Sarah and her friends undergo a fearful and
emotional search for a little boy with autism. Ronnie has also
written one adult suspense/thriller called WHITEOUT and one
Inspirational book called Let Faith Arise!

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titles by Ronnie Dauber at
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Dauber

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Ronnie's website:
http://ronniedauber.ca

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Ronnie's Author blog:
http://ronniedauberauthor.com

Ronnie's Christian
blog: http://ronniedauber.wordpress.com

Here is a sneak preview
of the next book in the series called Whiteout

Prologue: The
Dream

Meagan and I
had been invited by Brad’s cousin, Holly, to her parent’s luxury
home in North Dakota to enjoy a few days of outdoor winter sports
and a formal dinner party with her and her fiancé, Ryan. It was the
winter break during our first year of college and we were thrilled
that we could go skiing on the big slopes, but even more than that,
we would finally have the opportunity to dress up for Brad and
Ali.

Everything was
planned so carefully and Meagan and I were excited and ready to go.
We boarded the bus in the middle of the night with Brad and Ali,
and after the initial excitement of the trip began to wear off, I
found the gentle movement of the ride so relaxing that it put me to
sleep. A while later, though, I woke up in a startle with my heart
pounding and fear surging through my body from a dream that seemed
so real and threatening, I just wanted to turn around and go back
home. I wanted to talk to someone about it but everyone was asleep,
and so I leaned back in the seat and tried to analyze everything in
my mind.

I’m not sure
where I was, but I was cold and shaking and the pain that was
shooting up through my body was slowly overtaking my senses as I
ran into the dark unknown to stay alive. The wind was howling past
my head and the skies began to light up again with another
foreboding crackle of lightning. Seconds later, the ground was
trembling from the echoes of thunder that sent more chills across
my neck.

It seemed as if
I was running in slow motion through knee-deep snow that was
becoming deeper with every step. There was an overpowering light of
some kind that was threatening me and I had no idea what it was,
just that I had to escape its clutches before it caught up with
me.

Suddenly, there
was an explosion that blew me into the air and then shoved me deep
under the ice and snow. I screamed for help but no one heard me,
and as I struggled to get out the walls of snow slowly closed in on
me.

I began pushing
and kicking but nothing would move, and then everything went quiet.
I couldn’t hear a sound, not even the rampant storm that was raging
all around me. My heart was pounding and my ears began ringing out
in fear. It was becoming harder to breathe inside this cold, dark
tomb that was holding me hostage. I thought of Meagan and the guys,
and I began to worry if they would find me in time, or if they
would find me at all.

It became more
difficult to breathe and I was terrified, so I held my breath and
then pushed with all my strength to get out, but it was impossible.
My lungs began to hurt with each breath after that, and my head
became fuzzy. I didn’t have any strength left and so I collapsed
and closed my eyes as the deafening sounds of silence overtook my
senses.

Then suddenly,
I heard someone laughing in the distance. My skin shivered and I
opened my eyes slowly, only to realize that I was still on the bus
and that the laughter was coming from two people at the front.

I wanted to cry
because I couldn’t shake the fear or the horrible sensation of
dying alone. I've had warnings before through my dreams and I knew
that something horrible was going to happen on this trip. And I was
terrified that this just might be my last because I was buried
alive.

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