THUNDERHAWK and the LIGHTING QUEST: Yong Fenlon

Fergus had always loved thunderstorms. While most kids cowered under blankets and hid in their rooms when the sky rumbled, Fergus would sit by the window, his face pressed against the glass, counting the seconds between the flashes of Lightning and the booms of thunder. To him, storms were alive - wild, untamed, and magical for Conor. But nothing could have prepared him for the storm that arrived on his tenth birthday. It began like any other stormy night. The sky turned a deep shade of gra...