Circle of Flight (The Ellie Chronicles, Book 3)
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The wait is over for the conclusion to John Marsden's thrilling Ellie Chronicles!
Ellie is a fighter. She has faith in her own abilities. But she's not Superwoman. Not all battles can be won with a gun and bullets, and never has she faced enemies so ruthless or so brutal. Whether she has friends at her side or stands alone, for Ellie, enemies are everywhere. Life as she knows it is about to change.
John Marsden's explosive finale to The Ellie Chronicles pushes Ellie to the edge in a tense, gripping, and completely surprising conclusion.
bread and stuff, then asked the cops if they wanted breakfast. They looked grateful. They had that grey appearance you get when you’ve been up all night, tense, on guard, wondering if that piece of bark flapping in the distance is a human arm or a piece of bark. God I knew how they felt. There had been so many nights like that for me during the war. Anyway, they came in and hoed into pretty much everything I had. Then Homer and Jeremy wandered in, and by the time they finished I think we’d
Pradesh and Ulan Bator. Oh yeah, Mongolia, that was another country I’d forgotten when I was stuck in the hay bales. That made fifty-one. If only my mind wasn’t tortured by thoughts of Gavin lying desperate in a cell somewhere. If only I could be sure he wasn’t dead or injured. If only my life wasn’t in constant jeopardy every second I was on this side of the border. Well, if wishes were fishes we’d all cast nets in the sea. Or, as my Stratton grandmother once said, ‘If wishes were dishes we’d
you?’ ‘Yes, an old man out for a walk. He looked a bit surprised.’ ‘Oh damn, couldn’t you stop him?’ I was starting to get irritated by Toddy, the way everything was always my fault. ‘How?’ I asked. ‘Blind him? Kill him? Hypnotise him? “You’re not seeing a girl, you’re seeing a chicken”?’ We were hurrying along the street. Toddy didn’t answer. We reached a block of flats and turned left down a side alley, then hung a sharp right into a foyer. There was a lift but we didn’t take it. We went up
course you have to be loud and over the top to be a leader.’ ‘How does she do it?’ I asked, which wasn’t much more intelligent than my previous comment. ‘She just wakes up in the morning and there she is,’ Homer said. This was an old joke of ours that we’d been laughing about for ten years. It was from one of Dad’s books, and it went something like this: A lady asked the General ‘How do you find yourself these cold winter mornings?’ The General replied, ‘I just wake up in the mornings, throw
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