South Wind Novel Novels & Stories

said the sufficiently intelligent Leopoldo, explaining the geographic location of their archipelago. “Yes– The southwest wind is prevailing in this time of the year, for summer and fall. The northeast trade wind is coming in October to June,” added Ben Bantoc. “Uh-huh…It would be treacherous going to the west precipices if it’s raining. As I’ve said, and reckoned, we’re down to two houses. There’s a hut near the bur grasses and there’s one at the uppermost part.” “They said a poor woman owns the hut alone to the crag after the annoying sandburs.”

The road stretched out ahead, we drove on, leaving behind the chaos of the north. After a long and silent drive where I was asleep for most of the time, we finally arrived. I nudged Lisa awake, and as we stepped out of the car, the contrast with the north was stark. Matamoros, pointing to the bustling werewolf community, remarked, "Welcome to the South Lands, where order thrives." Lisa, rubbing sleep from her eyes, grinned, "This place looks like it's got its act together." Matamoros nodded, "Unlike the chaotic north, the south prioritizes structure and..."

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

I may as well have been drunk or high for how out of it I was. The drive blurred past, mile after mile without me registering a damn thing. My foot was heavy on the gas, but I hardly cared. The only thing that snapped me back to reality was the sudden, brutal gusts of wind that slammed into the car, rattling it off kilter. When we finally pulled up to Sophia’s modest-sized family home, the windstorm greeted us with full force. The same high winds that had cancelled our flight down south now howled through the open landscape, lifting loose snow and whipping it into chaotic white spirals.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

Ten seconds before the bomb detonated, I decisively clipped the blue wire, saving hundreds of lives inside the high-rise building. At the celebration dinner, Robert Vance—our bomb squad captain—handed the top honor to the new rookie, Vivian Reed. “Let the new girl have it. You don’t want people to say I favor you, do you?” Throughout our five years of secret dating, he had used this same excuse repeatedly to shut me up before I could even complain. Every life-threatening mission fell entirely on my shoulders. Yet every honor and public commendation was without fail handed to someone else. Clutching my bleeding side, I retreated to a corner. From afar, I watched Vivian accept the vibrant bouq