Killer Storm E-Book

Matt Dickinson

• Herausgeber: Vertebrate Digital
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Killer Storm: the third and final book in the Everest Files trilogy by Matt Dickinson. Teenage climber Ryan Hart is still in Nepal, working at a refugee centre with his Tibetan girlfriend, Tashi. His obsession with summiting Mount Everest is as strong as ever, but a climbing accident puts his plans on hold. As soon as Ryan recovers, he and Tashi journey deep into the Himalaya. Old friends have come back into their lives and invited them on the adventure. On the way they discover disturbing news: Nepal's summer rains have failed and the country is in chaos. There are riots in the cities. Bandits roam the hills. As they arrive at Base Camp, a violent terrorist attack kicks off. Ryan and his friends are held hostage. Escape is their only option, but all the trails are guarded. They must head for Everest's deadly slopes. The friends battle against the elements to keep one step ahead of the terror leader as the chase intensifies ... Storm clouds gather high on the mountain. The scene is set for the ultimate Everest adventure.

Leseprobe

A special thank you to Sarah Darby for the chapter heading illustrations.

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To my brother

Paul

– CONTENTS –

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5 CHAPTER 6 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 8 CHAPTER 9 CHAPTER 10 CHAPTER 11 CHAPTER 12 CHAPTER 13 CHAPTER 14 WITH THANKS TO … ABOUT THE AUTHOR ALSO BY MATT DICKINSON

– CHAPTER 1 –

Killing the crow was how the trip began. I should have known that things could only get worse.

The violent death of the bird was telling me NOT to try and climb Shiva Direct that day.

I was riding my motorbike at the time. My Tibetan girlfriend Tashi was on the back. We had finished work at the refugee camp and were heading out for a weekend’s climbing on one of Nepal’s most challenging cliffs.

‘It looks like another dust storm is coming in,’ Tashi shouted in my ear. ‘Sure you don’t want to change your mind, Ryan?’

A great reddish-brown cloud was massing ominously on the horizon.

These dry storms had become a regular scourge in this zone of Nepal. The monsoon summer rains had failed for two years in a row. Topsoil was blown off thousands of desiccated fields, countless tons of airborne dust particles merging with ferocious thermal currents.

The result was lightning, not rain.

The local farmers spoke of these storms in superstitious tones. They were generated by evil spirits, they whispered, by devils and demons.

Lightning bolts had struck the camp we worked at on numerous occasions in recent months. Forest fires had raged close by.

I twisted the accelerator. The motorbike engine throbbed like an angry wasp.

Ahead of us I could see the cliffs. A little kick of adrenaline swept through my body.

It was a well-timed trip. A wild experience out here would help me focus on my dilemma. My university back in England had written with a final ultimatum: take up my place to study as a vet, or lose the offer for good.

Trouble was I was still obsessed with climbing Everest. That was why I was hanging out in Nepal, hoping I could find a way back to the mountain.

I saw an obstacle ahead, birds pecking at some sort of roadkill.

‘Ten points for a crow!’ I laughed. I accelerated a little, just for a joke.

The first of the birds launched skywards, flapping clear. Others followed. I saw the roadkill was a young deer.