Fierce September by Beale Fleur

Author:Beale, Fleur [Beale, Fleur]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781869795283
Publisher: Random House New Zealand
Published: 2010-12-01T06:00:00+00:00

Have you heard? Leebar says Danyat looks mortally wounded but he won’t stop working.

Have you seen? There’s a big posting on the web from Dr Fellowes from the ship. He says we couldn’t possibly have brought the virus and that we’re good people.

www.warningtheworld.blogspot.com

Interesting background

facts

JAMES AND OUTSIDE

‘WHAT D’YOU WANT TO KNOW?’ James asked as he and Vima came through the door. His brown eyes shone more brightly than they had before we discovered the virus. He looked younger too.

‘How old are you?’ The words blurted from my mouth before I could stop them. I waved a hand at him. ‘Sorry! Ignore me.’

But he folded himself down onto the sofa. ‘Thirty-two going on a hundred and twelve.’ He shot a challenging sort of look in my direction. ‘Why?’

I grinned at him. ‘It’s just that you look younger every time you come in here. Probably best you don’t come too often unless you want to tuck up with Wilfred.’

He laughed. ‘I wish. So what do you want, young Juno? I’m betting you haven’t invited me for two meals in one day purely for the pleasure of my company?’

‘That would be right,’ Vima said. ‘What are you and your stratum up to now?’

‘Just me this time.’ I went to the stove and stirred things, wondering how much to tell James. ‘I’m thinking we need to know who would do something as wicked as letting loose a virus that would kill people.’ Grif’s face hovered in my mind. She was smiling. I turned around to lean on the bench that divided the kitchen from the living area. ‘Why would we be a threat? What if we were just …’ I searched for the word Grif had used ‘… a scapegoat. Somebody to blame to take attention away from the real purpose of creating a pandemic?’

James yawned. ‘That’s a bit far-fetched, if you want my candid opinion.’

‘I don’t,’ I snapped. ‘I want your knowledge of what the world used to be like.’

He half-opened his eyes. ‘Feed me and I’m yours.’

I fed him: lasagne and a mess of green that had apparently once been broccoli and beans. I feared he wasn’t in the mood for talking, but once he got started the words kept coming.

‘I can just remember what it was like before things turned to crap,’ he said as he started on the lemon delicious pudding. ‘It was exciting – you could jump on a plane and be on the other side of the world in less than a day. I loved the fast cars – went to the race track whenever I could drag Dad along. Speed boats, bikes, motorised skateboards, low-flyers. All that and more, with every country pumping out the gear as fast as it could.’

He paused, a faraway look on his face.

‘We saw some of that in the old documentaries we had,’ Vima said.

But our most up-to-date documentaries had been more than thirty years old. James was thirty-two.

‘The first of the pandemics struck when I was nine. It was a ghastly year. Hurricanes, floods, droughts and fires.

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