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The Night the Wind Died [MultiFormat]
eBook by Scott Nicholson
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eBook Category: Fantasy/Young Adult
eBook Description: A girl who must push the wind for the whole world finds it's a lonely job. Then, when she's blown away by a cute new guy...
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Flesh and Blood #10, 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2003
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [52 KB], eReader (PDB) [24 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [10 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [10 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [47 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [80 KB], hiebook (KML) [55 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [35 KB], iSilo (PDB) [8 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [11 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [38 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [18 KB]
Words: 3098
Reading time: 8-12 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
The wind was heavy.
Too heavy for Wendy, who was only fourteen and didn't like dry lips. But Mom said Wendy had to blow, push air out of her lungs and past her throat and over the pink rug of her tongue until the sky gave way. Wendy would rather breath shallowly, taking tiny sips of air as if it were some bubbly soft drink. She wanted to flare her nostrils delicately, like one of those thin glamorous models in the smoking advertisements, though smoking was totally gross. Wendy would deal with a little ickiness in order to be ladylike and dainty for a half a minute or so. But, no, she was the wind girl, and there was nothing for it but to purse her lips, gulp and grab the air, suck in like a starving fish, swallow, suck some more, and then hold it, heavy as gold, inside her chest until the moment was just so. Sometimes the moment was close, sometimes the moment was days away. Waiting, that was the worst part. If it were up to her, she would draw it in and spit it right back out. But sometimes Mom said she had to suffocate until the rain girl or the cloud man or Mister Thunder was ready.
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