The Chronicles of Trellah, Book One: The Perpetual Rain: Through a blur of rain and tears Sophina imagined her father’s beached vessel on the far shore, just as it had been that horrible sunny morning. Upon seeing it she’d stumbled through the mudflats, clambered aboard, and thrown open the cabin door. She had heard Chief Dresden say the boat was empty, but she was sure he must have been mistaken. She expected to find her dad curled up and sleeping on the bunk that was built into the point of the bow.
But the bunk was empty . . . a sight that would haunt Sophina forever.
Her waking nightmare was interrupted by a deep rumble in the woods behind her. At first, it sounded like thunder, but as its volume grew, it became clear that something far more ominous was taking place. A violent force was tearing the forest apart—and it was approaching with blazing speed.
A fierce wind slapped Sophina’s face. It had blown hard at times recently, but this was different. This wind had more than teeth—it had venomous fangs that numbed her skin with their cold bite.