The meadow  (Blacktail Mountain series)

The meadow (Blacktail Mountain series)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Feb 12, 2021
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It's 2031, Six years since the devise of the Quarantine Union. Kody and Luna have been living the outdoor life in beautiful wilderness. When their environment is threatened due to weather changes from global warning they are forced to return to a place they have not visited together for 10 years. Radical changes within the human race has happened, life as they once knew it is very different in Blacktail. With six children to such a young family how is Luna going to explain this one to the town folk without giving themselves away. There are new rules in place for what is left of the human race of 2031....But Blacktail Mountain has a new family in town and nobody is going to change that!
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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