"Dean Wesley Smith - VOR 03 - Island of Power" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Dean Wesley)

Around them it kept getting brighter and brighter, the light almost white as it turned the night brighter than
a well-lit lab.

Suddenly the sky over the ocean seemed to crackle, and everything around them had a bluish tint.The
waves, the sand, the rocks.

Everything.

Then the sky over the ocean exploded.

Lightning struck the top of a wave a short distance offshore. The bolt came out of nowhere. There were
no clouds, nothing but the blackness of the night sky and the intense white light seeming to come from
everywhere at once.

“Amazing,” Stephanie whispered.

Hank, too, was in awe. He’d never seen anything like what was happening around them.

Then more lightning strikes.

And more.

And more.Faster they came, until it seemed the bolts were flashing down everywhere, as far up and
down the beach, as far out over the ocean, as he could see.

And they were coming at them.

He could now both feel and sense the electrical charge in the air around them.

His clothes seemed to grow stiff, crackling with little sparks.

His hair floated away from his head.

Electricity, massive amounts of it, was flooding over the ocean and beach.
 He pulled Stephanie back, and they scrambled on hands and knees, staying close to the ground, until
they were lying behind the dune. There were no rocks or logs around them.Just sand. A dune didn’t
make a good place to hide, but it was the best they could do without trying to stand and run. And Hank
had no doubt that if they did that, they’d soon be dead.

Thunder shook the ground as more and more lightning struck up and down the beach and over the
waves. Hank and Stephanie wiggled their way down into the sand, trying not to be even a slight bump
above the surface.

One strike hit the log right where Hank had been sitting a few moments before and covered them in sand
and splintered wood.

His ears rang from the unbelievably loud concussion.

“That was too close!” he shouted.