The Three by Sarah Lotz

The Three

The Three by Sarah Lotz (The Three #1)
English | 2014 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 3.3 MB

Four simultaneous plane crashes. Three child survivors. A religious fanatic who insists the three are harbingers of the apocalypse. What if he’s right?
The world is stunned when four commuter planes crash within hours of each other on different continents. Facing global panic, officials are under pressure to find the causes. With terrorist attacks and environmental factors ruled out, there doesn’t appear to be a correlation between the crashes, except that in three of the four air disasters a child survivor is found in the wreckage.
Dubbed ‘The Three’ by the international press, the children all exhibit disturbing behavioural problems, presumably caused by the horror they lived through and the unrelenting press attention. This attention becomes more than just intrusive when a rapture cult led by a charismatic evangelical minister insists that the survivors are three of the four harbingers of the apocalypse. The Three are forced to go into hiding, but as the children’s behaviour becomes increasingly disturbing, even their guardians begin to question their miraculous survival…

Pam stares up at the seat belt light, willing it to click off. She’s not going to be able to hold it in much longer, can almost hear Jim’s voice scolding her for not going before she boarded the plane: You know you got a weak bladder, Pam, what in the heck were you thinking?

Truth is, she hadn’t dared use one of the bathrooms at the airport. What if she found herself face to face with one of those futuristic toilets she’d read about in the guidebook and couldn’t figure out how to flush it? What if she accidentally locked herself inside a stall and missed her flight? And to think Joanie suggested that she spend a few days exploring the city before taking the connecting flight to Osaka! Just the thought of navigating Tokyo’s alien streets by herself makes Pam’s already clammy palms sweat–the airport had been bewildering enough. Rattled and greasy after the flight from Fort Worth, she’d felt like a sluggish giant as she slogged her way towards Terminal 2 and her connecting flight. Everyone around her seemed to crackle with efficiency and confidence; compact bodies swarmed past her, briefcases swinging, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. She was aware of every extra pound she carried as she squeezed onto the shuttle, colouring each time someone shot a look in her direction.

Thankfully there had been plenty of other Americans on the flight to Tokyo (the nice boy sitting next to her had patiently shown her how to work the video system), but on this flight she’s painfully aware she’s the only… what’s the word–the one they always use on the detective shows Jim likes? Caucasian, that’s it. And the seats are far smaller; she’s squashed in like a canned ham. Still, at least there’s an empty space in between her and the business-type fellow sitting in the aisle seat–she won’t have to worry about accidentally nudging him. Although she’ll have to disturb him when she squeezes out to use the bathroom, won’t she? And Lordy, it looks like he’s falling asleep, which means she’ll have to wake him.

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