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A review of james pattersons book when the wind blows

Plagued by the mysterious murder of her husband, David, a local doctor, Frannie throws herself into her work. It is not long before another bizarre murder occurs and Kit Harrison, a troubled and unconventional FBI agent, arrives on her doorstep.

Late one night, near the woods of her animal hospital, Frannie stumbles upon a strange, astonishing phenomenon that will change the course of her life forever. Her name is Max.

With breathtaking energy, eleven-year-old Max leads Frannie and Kit to uncover one of the most diabolical and inhuman plots of modern science. When the Wind Blows is as unique a story as has ever been told, filled with suspense and passion. This is by far James Patterson's best book to date.

Can anybody hear me? Her throat and lungs were beginning to hurt, to burn. The eleven-year-old girl was running as fast as she could from the hateful, despicable School. She was strong, but she was beginning to tire. As she ran, her long blond hair flared behind her like a beautiful silk scarf. She was pretty, even though there were dark, plum-colored circles under her eyes.

She knew the men were coming to kill her.

  1. The two of them had separated just outside the School, both running and screaming. She flew over the high barbed wire like a bird.
  2. With breathtaking energy, eleven-year-old Max leads Frannie and Kit to uncover one of the most diabolical and inhuman plots of modern science.
  3. Their span was nine feet.
  4. Her slippered feet lifted off the hardscrabble.

She could hear them hurrying through the woods behind her. She glanced over her right shoulder, painfully twisting her neck. She flashed a mental picture of her little brother, Matthew.

See a Problem?

The two of them had separated just outside the School, both running and screaming. She was afraid Matthew was already dead. Uncle Thomas probably got him. Thomas had betrayed them and that hurt so much she couldn't stand to think about it.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. The hunters were closing in. She could feel their heavy footsteps thumping hard and fast against the crust of the earth.

A throbbing, orange and red ball of sun was sinking below the horizon. Soon it would be pitch-black and cold out here in the Front Range of the Rockies.

All she wore was a simple tube of white cotton, sleeveless, loosely drawn together at the neck-line and waist.

Her feet were wrapped in thin-soled ballet slippers. She urged her aching, tired body on.

  1. Can anybody hear me? The sun glinted off the full array of her plumage.
  2. The eleven-year-old girl was running as fast as she could from the hateful, despicable School. A huge, high fence loomed above the bushes.
  3. The wings sailed to a point above her head, seemingly of their own accord.
  4. Can anybody hear me?
  5. A metal sign warned. She flew over the high barbed wire like a bird.

She could go faster than this. She knew she could. The twisting path narrowed, then wound around a great, mossy-green shoulder of rock. She clawed and struggled forward through more thick tangles of branches and brush. The girl suddenly stopped. She could go no further. A huge, high fence loomed above the bushes. It was easily ten feet.

When the Wind Blows

Rows of razor-sharp concertina wire were tangled and coiled across the top. A metal sign warned: Max bent over and cupped her hands over her bare knees. She was blowing out air, wheezing hard, trying to keep from weeping. The hunters were almost there. She could hear, smell, sense their awful presence. With a sudden flourish, she unfurled her wings. They were white and silver-tipped and appeared to have been unhinged.

The wings sailed to a point above her head, seemingly of their own accord. Their span was nine feet.

  • As she ran, her long blond hair flared behind her like a beautiful silk scarf;
  • The eleven-year-old girl was running as fast as she could from the hateful, despicable School;
  • Max bent over and cupped her hands over her bare knees;
  • She could feel their heavy footsteps thumping hard and fast against the crust of the earth;
  • She clawed and struggled forward through more thick tangles of branches and brush;
  • The wings sailed to a point above her head, seemingly of their own accord.

The sun glinted off the full array of her plumage. Max started to run again, flapping her wings hard and fast. Her slippered feet lifted off the hardscrabble. She flew over the high barbed wire like a bird.