It only takes a spark to ignite an inferno.
In a world with fears stemming from catastrophes and terrorism, America faces its biggest challenge yet. Discord and apprehension are pushed to the extreme as ancient prophecies approach fruition. The world Dakota lives in is becoming unrecognizable: doomsday preppers grow more prevalent while government and local services continue deteriorating, eroding the security people feel in their lives and each other. As tensions grow, so does the paranoia that drives the nation to a crossroads that will change history.
Dakota holds onto her hopes of a better tomorrow, but the thread of peace seems to unravel faster than it can be contained. What will become of her and the people she loves, when a spark ignites America into an inferno of fear?
Combining survivalist drama and a dystopian future, A Ripple of Fear is a gripping story for readers of all ages.
Strong sales record, first in a series.
The ground shook and rumbled, sending a ripple trembling through me as an airplane thundered overhead. Growing up in an old neighborhood next to the Minneapolis–St. Paul International Airport, I didn’t need to see the craft to know it had been a Boeing 767. It was familiar enough for me to recognize it by the sound of its engines alone.
During the calm between the uproar of aircraft, the promise of summer could be heard in the songs of birds. As I lay on my back in the soft grass, the sun felt warm upon my skin. Knowing how fickle Minnesota weather was, I relished the freedom the temperature afforded. After the long winter we’d had that year, it was a blessing to shed the multi–layer clothing in exchange for minimal attire.
“I love spring,” I said with a sigh. What grew scarce at the decline of the harvest is once again plentiful at its dawning. Feeling content, I rolled off my back into a prone position. I propped myself up on my elbows and raised my feet behind me, swinging them in the air. “Fall will always be my favorite season, but late spring is definitely a close second.”
My mother, Virginia, smiled at me as she glanced up from a lettuce plant she was watering. “I love the brilliant colors and falling leaves of autumn as well, but more than that, I prefer any time of year that allows me to garden.”
“I have to agree with Mom,” my older sister, Carolina, said as she plucked the only ripe tomatoes from the vines. “I think I dislike winter the most because I end up feeling so cooped up inside.”
| Language | Status |
|---|---|
|
Dutch
|
Unavailable for translation.
|
|
German
|
Unavailable for translation.
|
|
Italian
|
Unavailable for translation.
|
