Dr. B. McRannoch is in the Bahamas with her father who has moved there from Scotland because of asthma. She is a savvy and tough young lady who shows much independence of mind and spirit. However, when Sir Bart Edgecombe, a British agent who has been poisoned with arsenic falls ill on his way back from New York, she becomes involved in a series of events beyond her wildest imagination. Drawn into an espionage plot where there are multiple suspects and characters, it is only the inevitable presence of Johnson Johnson that saves the day. As with all of the Johnson series, nothing is quite as straightforward as it at first seems, and there are many complicating factors to grip the reader as well as the added bonus of another exotic location.
|Publisher:||House of Stratus, Incorporated|
|Series:||Dolly (Johnson Johnson) , #3|
|Sold by:||Barnes & Noble|
|File size:||571 KB|
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A New Dawn Chapter Nine I sniff around in the shady forest, eyes downcast and tail swaying. I raise my head at the smell of blood and meat, and scurry out of the brush. A fish carcass lays on the bank of a stream. I dart out to the fish and crouch over it. Some animal, probably a bird, had left the fish's remains here. With a shrug, the feast begins. After only a saddening to bites, an ear-shattering roar rips the air. A huge, muscular black bear thunders out. I hiss and run for the woods, stubbornly holding my fish. "Stop! Stupid raccoon!" The bear commands. I drop the fish and keep going, cursing under my breath. The pawsteps stop. I can sense the bear's hesitance. I slow cautiously. What's left of the fish—mostly skin and bone—or a nice, juicy gray raccoon. The bear charges after me. I shriek and pelt off. After a while, I trip and fall, giving up. The bear looms over me, drooling and growling. I lay there and stare up at him. "Go on. Kill me." I snarl, lashing my striped tail. The black fur mask on my face is like a heavy shadow in the shade-dappled woods. The bear hesitates, narrowing his eyes. "Do you know of the Chosen?" He questions. I cackle. "King of the forest gone soft, eh?" "King? Oh, quit your games and answer!" He roars. "Ugh! Why do you bears have to BORE your prey to death before you kill them?" I snap, sighing. "I'm Ulik. Who are you?" He asks. I roll my eyes. "Shadow." "What do you know of the Chosen?" "I know what you do, stupid. Actually, more, but honestly, what do you bears know, anyways?" He snorts in annoyance. "Females." "No, just me." I counter He drives his claws into my shoulder. I squeak in pain. "Tell me or I kill you!" He booms. I shrink from the vicious creature. 'Be weak. Act terrified and weak.' I think to myself. No matter how it disgusts me, I know it can help in the means of survival. "Please, no!" I beg loudly. "I don't know, honestly! Please! You're a big, strong bear, and I'm a tiny, scared raccoon! Why would I lie to you?" I plead, widening my eyes and trying the oh-so-pretty look. He considers this, then smirks. "Where's your strength now, little raccoon? My brother is not so kind. Would you like to meet him?" I shake my head vigorously, forcing myself to tremble. He releases me. "Then you'll come with me." "Wh-where to?" "The dragons." Ulik nods towards the forests, hills, and mountains. "The wisest race will tell us what is happening." Real shaking replaces my act. Dragons? That shoot flames from their jaws to roast young and pluck innocent creatures from the ground to kill? I push away my fear and face him, determined. "Then we'll go." I reply calmly. Ulik smiles superiorly and leads the way. I scramble to my paws and follow.