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The Seven Sequels bundle

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The bestselling Seven (the series) continues with The Seven Sequels! All seven authors from the original series will return October 1, 2014 with a second set of seven novels. Eric Walters, John Wilson, Ted Staunton, Richard Scrimger, Norah McClintock, Sigmund Brouwer and Shane Peacock bring their signature writing styles to a series of adventures that take readers from the cobblestones of Cambridge to the beaches of Uruguay.
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Copyright ©2014Richard Scrimger
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Scrimger, Richard, 1957, author The wolf and me / Richard Scrimger. (The seven sequels)
Issued in print and electronic formats. isbn 9781459805316 (pbk.).isbn 9781459805323 (pdf). isbn 9781459805330 (epub)
I. Title. ps8587.c745w65 2014jc813’.54 c20149015496 c2014901550x
First published in the United States,2014 Library of Congress Control Number:2014935391
Summary:Bunny is kidnapped and held for ransom, and when he escapes, he is farther away from home than he thinks and the only guidance he gets is from a wolf.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.
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to sEE all of thE cousins’ travEls chEck out this onlinE map.
too sEE how all of thE cousins arE connEctEd, chEck out this family trEE.
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For John, Norah, Richard, Shane, Sigmund and Ted— it’s been such a joy sharing this ride with all of you!
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dEcEmbEr26 There were flashing lights ahead. I pumped the brakes and was relieved when the car responded, slowing down instead of fishtailing on the snow covered road. I eased over into the empty oncoming lane to go wide around the police car on the side of the road. A police officer was out of his car, helping some people whose vehicle was in the ditch. That was the eighteenth car we’d seen that had gone off the road, along with two transport trucks and a snow plow. I’d never seen a snowplow skid out, which said a lot about the driving conditions.
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I couldn’t help but look over at the accident as we went by. The car’s occupants, an older couple, seemed to be fine, although there was no way they were getting their car out of the ditch without a tow truck. At least it had been cushioned by the snow bank, which had stopped them from going too far off the road. “They’re okay,” I said. My cousin Spencer looked up from his handheld device. “Who?” “I said they’re okay. They weren’t injured.” “Who?” I almost laughed, but stopped myself. Between the glasses and his response—“who, who”—he did look more than a little like an owl. “There was another car in the ditch,” I explained. He craned his neck to look behind us. “I didn’t notice…sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. Keep working.” “Okay, thanks.” He turned back to his tablet. Spencer was sitting in the passenger seat beside me, but he had been somewhere else most of the trip. He was in firstyear film school and was doing some editing on a project for one of his classes.
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He’d occasionally mutter something, but for the most part he was totally absorbed in what he was doing.He had said he wanted us all to see it when it was done. I got the feeling that if we did go off the road and were upside down in the ditch, hanging from our seat belts, he would hardly notice. And when he did notice, he would want to make a movie about it. Grandpa had always said,Follow your passions.He would have been proud of Spencer. Grandpa had been on my mind a lot the last few days. Not that he was ever that far away from my thoughts, but going to his cottage brought back so many memories. He had been gone for over six months, but somehow I expected that when we got there, he’d be waiting on the porch, the cottage warm, a big fire going, the snow shoveled, hot chocolate waiting and stories to share. “Are we almost there?” I startled a bit at the voice coming from right behind me. Spencer’s younger brother, Bunny,had been asleep so long I’d forgotten he was there. “Yup, it’s the next turnoff.” “Good.” “It’s been a long drive,” I said.
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“It’s beautiful up here. All the snow and the openness.” “It is beautiful, for sure.” “And open. I like open. There is no open in jail.” Bunny—Bernard was his real name—had just been temporarily released from juvie. He was one of the last people I would have expected to end up in jail to begin with, and definitelythelast person I expected to survive it. I guess I’d seen too many movies about prison. But the way he described it made it sound more like extended summer camp than jail. That didn’t mean it was that way—that was just how he saw it. My cousins Spencer and Bunny were a little… different. The three of us and my brother Steve had all gone to the same high school, and more than once I’d had to step in when somebody was picking on Bunny or ragging on Spencer. Spencer saw the world from a unique perspective, but Bunny was simply odd. Nice but odd. Veryodd. There was no other way to describe him. He hardly ever seemed to have much more than a vague understanding of what was happening around him. I guess that might be an advantage in juvie. And now, even if he had been
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awake for the entire drive, the conditions wouldn’t have worried him. Worrying was more my job. The turnoff appeared just ahead, and I slowed us down to practically nothing and made the turn. The tires grabbed the gravel underneath the crust of beatendown snow. The road had been plowed,but there was still a dusting of freshly fallen snow on top. We’d have clear sailing through the last section. “I’m glad we came up here,” Bunny said. “So am I. Grandpa would have liked it.” We were coming up to spend a week at the place Grandpa had loved the most. Five of the six of us… no, five of thesevengrandsons were coming up. I felt bad about not including Rennie in the original count, but it had only been since Grandpa’s death that we had even known we had another cousin. Rennie wasn’t going to be with us at the cottage, since he was on vacation in South America with his father, and my brother Steve wasn’t here either. His choice. I glanced at my watch. From Steve’s text I knew he was already on the train, headed for Seville. He had touched down in Spain two days ago and had been given an enthusiastic greeting from Laia, the girl he’d met in the summer. So there he was, with no snow, lots of
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