Daufuskie Island Problems Novels & Stories

"Is 'good' not enough for you?" Felix was at a loss for words. "Forget it, you don't know how to appreciate something like this anyway." Just as Felix was admiring his work, Paul spoke up. "Dr. Young is going to Maximus Islands in Ausward to do research on mutated variants of a virus." Felix's body stiffened, and the smile on his face froze instantly. "Ausward?" He set his brush pen aside, his expression turning serious. "I've never even heard of that island. Can she really handle that, given her health?"

“—but your recent actions and decisions have given us… cause for concern.” “Strays encraoching our borders. Our sentries winding up dead. Game getting shortened because we no longer have enough Gammas to protect the entire length of our forest and our prey keeps getting hunted by others. As if these problems weren’t severe enough, we were mid-negotiations with Darthrow pack concerning our plan to merge both packs by marriage! We would have gotten some reinforcements, and stopped the encroachment.” Haverson huffed, his cheeks red with anger. I hadn’t been asked a question and I didn’t feel the need to

“You need to have better safeguards in place then, including physical eyes on the contestants at all times, rather than relying on your technology, if it isn’t sufficient.” Moreau nodded eagerly. “We’ve just been discussing that this morning, and plans are underway to both upgrade our power grid, and to add to the staff to ensure nothing like that happens again. That was before we knew someone had been in peril. I swear this will never happen again.” I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. They were operating on an island in international waters, from the best I could guess, so there was no regulatory body to shut them down. I turned away from

“Dear Cerf Dirk, I am pleased to convey the gratifying news that our plans have yielded the desired outcome. The population of interest has undergone a significant reduction, attributable to the scarcity of funds and resources that have exerted a profound impact on their numbers and overall resilience. Consequently, the conditions are now ripe for an imminent Navinsio. However, I find it imperative to bring to your attention the hesitations exhibited by Abel Isles, which have unfortunately impeded the progress of my work. Although the exact cause of their apprehension remains ambiguous, it is undeniably interfering with the seamless execution of our objectives. Regrettably, it appears necess

I could see, in my cousin's face, the same betrayal and anger beginning to well up inside of him as he pondered the possibility that what I was suggesting was true. He stared at me for a moment before he replied, "The islands? But… aren't those part of Denali?" I nodded. "Yes, they are." "But if Alpha Kal is actually launching attacks from these islands, part of the Islands of Denali, he couldn't be doing that without permission. Without Alpha Romero knowing about it, without his consent, without his… approval." "That's right," was all I could manage to spit out. James was shaking his head. "But why– "

I know that she wanted to make sure, that he's safe but no matter how I put it, the information remains the same. "So, how much chance do we have that Darson is still alive?" When her voice faltered, I felt this sting in my heart. "I'd be honest with you. Small." I can only imagine how painful it is for her, but I can't give her false hope. Remote islands are not as fun as it might sound. There are wild animals, the layout of the environment that might not be suitable for people, the sickness and infection.

Hunter quickly realized that Lucille didn't want to miss out on any possibilities. Indeed, that assumption was plausible because those barbarians would do anything. He simply hadn't expected his casual remark to enlighten her. Daisy was confused. "I remember an article reporting that there are 13 islands. Why only target eight of them?" Hunter was similarly perplexed. Lucille explained, "Because underneath the remaining five islands are volcanoes that could erupt at any moment. Therefore, they can't build their new base there."

was, in those days, infested with werecoyotes. As the menace increased, diverse found one thing they could agree on: the problem had to be dealt with. But because they—we—were human three weeks of each month, and because many of us had un-turned friends and families who loved us, an outcry arose against the proposed solution of exterminating were-creatures. And so Vukasin Island became our “sanctuary,” where we were interned, imprisoned, confined . . . forever. With no exceptions. Vukasin was a pleasant island, with a mild climate. Soon the authorities set up houses in a medium-sized town with hotels, restaurants, and shops. Plus hotels and tourist cottages for non-Lupine visitors. And a fe

Turner huffs, "We're not here to increase your pockets but for answers. Last night, a wild beast was running rampant. Your boys killed it, but what was it? Are there more? And will people be safe tonight at this luau?" "The crowd started whispering when Madam Knight laughed, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Turner. Wild animals can be alarming to visitors, but this island spans 117 miles. There are less than a dozen properties here, with a few lake homes, guest homes, and cabins, so there's ample space for wild animals to inhabit.