Deadly Loyalty Collection (Forbidden Doors, Band 3) - Softcover

Myers, Bill

Softcover

ISBN 10: 031072905X ISBN 13: 9780310729051

Verlag: Zonderkidz, 2011

Inhaltsangabe

Some doors are better left unopened. Join teenager Rebecca “Becka” Williams, her brother, Scott, and friend Ryan Riordan as they head for mind-bending clashes between the forces of darkness and the power of God. The Deadly Loyalty Collection brings together three fast-paced novels of the supernatural by bestselling author Bill Myers. The Curse Danger lurks deep in the heart of a Louisiana bayou as Becka and Scott encounter the strange rituals and terrifying power of voodoo. With a girl’s soul and their own lives at stake, their faith in God’s power will be tested like never before. The Undead No such thing as vampires? Maybe. But when a girl is stalked and attacked by someone who only comes out at night, Becka and Ryan must discover the truth before their new friend gets hurt―and before they themselves become victims.The ScreamThe Scream is the nation’s top rock band―and now, at their peak, the drummer wonders if he is in too deep. The mysterious Z has asked Becka and Scott to help him. But what seems like a fairly simple assignment becomes a head-on conflict with the forces behind satanic music.

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Bill Myers (www.Billmyers.com) is a bestselling author and award-winning writer/director whose work has won sixty national and international awards. His books and videos have sold eight million copies and include The Seeing, Eli, The Voice, My Life as, Forbidden Doors, and McGee and Me.

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Deadly Loyalty Collection

By Bill Myers

ZONDERVAN

Copyright © 2008 Bill Myers
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-310-72905-1

Chapter One

There was an ominous clunk under the Boeing 737. Rebecca Williams stiffened, then glanced nervously at her younger brother, Scott. He sat on her left next to the window. Although he was her "little" brother, he would pass her in height before long. He had a thin frame like Becka's.

"It's just the landing gear coming down," he said, doing his best to sound like a frequent flyer.

Becka nodded. She took a deep breath and tried to release her sweaty grip on the armrests. It didn't work. She didn't like flying. Not at all. Come to think of it, Becka didn't like the whole purpose of this trip.

Who did Z, the mysterious adviser on the Internet, think he was, anyway? What was he doing sending her and her brother off to Louisiana to help some girl caught up in voodoo? Granted, they'd had lots of experience battling the supernatural lately. First, there was the Ouija board incident at the Ascension Bookshop. Becka could never forget how Scott battled that group of satanists! They wanted revenge after Becka exposed Maxwell Hunter, the reincarnation guru. And let's not forget the so-called ghost at Hawthorne mansion, the counterfeit angel, and that last encounter with a phony UFO.

But voodoo in Louisiana? Becka didn't know a thing about voodoo. She barely knew anything about Louisiana.

Fortunately Mom had an aunt who lived in the area, so she'd insisted on coming along with them to visit her. Becka looked forward to seeing her great-aunt once more.

Becka looked to her right, where her mother rested comfortably, her eyes closed. Poor Mom. Maybe the trip would do her some good. Ever since Dad died she'd been fretting and working nonstop. This trip just might give her the rest she needed.

Clunk ... clunk ... brang!

Then again ...

It was the same sound, only louder. Becka looked to Scott, hoping for more reassurance. "What's that clunking?" she asked.

Scott shrugged. "I don't know, but it's the brang that bothers me."

So much for reassurance.

Suddenly there was an announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. There seems to be a problem with the landing gear ..."

The collective gasp from the passengers did little to help Becka relax.

"I've called ahead for emergency measures ..."

Becka felt her mother's hand rest on top of hers. She turned to Mom.

"Don't worry," Mom said. "We'll be all right."

Don't worry?! Yeah, right.

The pilot's voice resumed. "The ground crew is going to spray the runway with foam."

"Foam?" Scott exclaimed. "Does he mean like shaving cream?"

"I'll advise you as the situation develops," the pilot continued. "Please try to remain calm."

CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!

The sound had grown steadily louder.

Becka looked past Scott out the window. They were flying low over New Orleans and dropping fast. As the plane suddenly banked to the left, she saw the airport and immediately wished she hadn't. Several large tankers sprayed foam on the runway. Fire trucks and ambulances were everywhere.

Now it was the head flight attendant's turn for an announcement. "Please make sure your seat belts are fastened securely across your lap. Then bend over as far as you can in the seat, keeping your head down. Hold a pillow to your face with one hand, and wrap your other arm around your knees."

Becka fought the fear down as she glanced at her mother. Mom had her eyes shut. Becka wondered if she was praying. Not a bad idea.

CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!

Another attendant hurried through the aisle, passing out pillows. She tried to appear calm but failed miserably.

The plane banked back to the right. Becka laid her face down on the pillow in her lap and gave her seat belt another tug.

The speakers buzzed once more with the pilot's voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to land on the foam ... Please hold on."

CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!

"Don't be alarmed," he said. "That's just the landing gear ... I'll keep trying it as we come in."

Becka remained hunched over with her face on the pillow. She could feel the plane dropping, and still the landing gear was not coming down. They were going to land with no wheels!

CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!

CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!

She glanced at Scott, who stared back at her from his pillow. He tried to force an encouraging grin, but there was no missing the look of concern on his face.

She turned to look at Mom. Her eyes were still closed. Becka hoped that she continued to pray.

CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!

CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!

Becka's thoughts shot to Ryan Riordan, her boyfriend back home. If she died, how would he handle the news? And what about her friends—Julie, Krissi, and Philip? How would they handle it? She also thought of Dad—of perhaps seeing him soon. Too soon. It was this final thought that jolted her back to the present and caused her to pray. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Dad again. She just had a few more things to do first.

CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!

CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!!

CLUNK-CLUNK-CLUNK-DAARRRRREEEEEEEE ...

Something was different!

The plane veered sharply upward. Becka couldn't resist the temptation to sit up and glance out the window.

The pilot spoke once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, the landing gear has engaged. We are out of danger. I repeat. We are out of danger. We will land on a different runway in just a few moments."

"Thank you, Lord," Mom whispered. She sounded relieved as she sat up, then reached over and hugged both of her children. "Thank you ..."

Becka breathed a sigh of relief as she joined the applause of the other passengers. They were safe. At least for now. But all the same, she couldn't help wondering if this was some sort of omen—a warning of the dangers that were about to begin.

* * *

The three o'clock bell at Sorrento High rang. Swarms of kids poured out of the old, weathered building. One fifteen-year-old girl slowed her pace as she headed for the bus. No one talked to her. Her clothes were more ragged than most. They were too shabby to be fashionable and too conservative to be alternative.

Sara Thomas had never fit in. She had never felt like she belonged, no matter where she was. As she approached the school bus and stepped inside, she steeled herself, waiting for the taunts.

None came. Just the usual after-school chatter.

Carefully she took a seat, stealing a glance to the rear of the bus. Ronnie Fitzgerald and John Noey were engrossed in a tattoo magazine.

Maybe they'd forget about her today.

With a swoosh and a thud, the door closed. The bus jerked forward.

Maybe today would be different.

Then again, maybe not. They had traveled less than a mile when it began ...

"Hey, Rags, you shopping at Goodwill or the Salvation Army these days?"

Sara recognized Ronnie's shrill, nasal voice.

"Hey! I'm talking to you."

She didn't turn around.

"I heard Goodwill's got a special on those cruddy, stained sweaters you like so much," John Noey said snidely.

Before she could catch herself, Sara glanced down at the brown chocolate stain on her yellow sweater.

The boys roared.

"Is that from a candy bar or did your dog do a number on it?" Ronnie shouted.

Most of the others on the bus smirked and...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Zonderkidz
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2011
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 031072905X
• ISBN 13: 9780310729051
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 352
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