A Killing Frost (The Tomorrow Series #3)

John Marsden

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 0395837359

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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.

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least, like we were the Foreign Legion, the Green Berets and the Rats of Tobruk, all rolled into one. ‘How the heck did you do it?’ We spent ten minutes telling him, tripping over ourselves with corrections and contradictions, having a wonderful time being heroes. But it didn’t last too long, as we then had to go on and tell him about the death of Chris. That sobered us up again, fast enough. Kevin didn’t seem all that shaken by it, though. I guess he was getting immune to death. ‘So, anyway,’ I

take it for granted that the mechanics had checked the container. I thought our most dangerous time would be getting lifted onto a ship, and having the crane driver notice the weight of the load. Homer didn’t agree with that. He said the crane driver wouldn’t be used to thinking for himself. No one would bother to tell him anything. He’d just sit there all day pressing buttons. If one container was heavier than the others he’d think it was for some reason that he hadn’t been told about. The

Dad was in one of his moods it was no fun being at home. I didn’t like some of the jobs, like mulesing – well, you’d have to be sick to like that. But I also didn’t like feeding poddies on cold mornings, chopping kindling and lighting the Aga, putting the dogs back on their chains after they’d been 110 for a run, finding mice in my bed during mouse plagues, and finding spiders in my gum boots a few minutes after I’d put them on. The best time of the year was definitely shearing. We only had a

was embarrassed to be seen with bad table manners. I think that’s when I knew for sure I wasn’t a natural born terrorist. After that there was just nothing to do. I tapped on the walls a few times but got no answer. Every half hour or so a face appeared at the inspection panel in the door and stared at me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. The camera made it worse, not knowing whether someone was watching every move. At one stage – probably about midmorning, there was no way of telling – I

more warlike. ‘After it’s over,’ he said, ‘we’ve got to turn this country into a fortress. Everyone should be trained to use weapons, to fight. If anyone tries to 21 invade us again we’ve got to be ready. And if they do come, we’ve got to fight for every house, every street, every hectare. That’s what we’ve got to do.’ Me, I had the opposite reaction. I told Homer my favourite story. ‘Once upon a time there was a village near a cliff. The road to the village was dangerous, and lots of cars went

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