The Mountain Story: A Novel
“Lori Lansens has created a heart-pounder of a publication that's each piece as a lot of an emotional roller-coaster as an adventurous one” (New York occasions bestselling writer Jodi Picoult).
In New York Times bestselling writer Lori Lansens’ “moving portrait of the human spirit—as fierce, gorgeous, and indomitable as nature itself” (People, “Book of the Week”), Nola has made up our minds to hike up a mountain to commemorate her marriage ceremony anniversary, the 1st seeing that her cherished husband handed. Blonde, rail-thin Bridget is education for a triathalon. Vonn is operating out her teenage uprising at 8 thousand toes, pushed by way of family members legal responsibility and the urge to flee her errors. nonetheless reeling from the tragic twist of fate that robbed him of his ally, Wolf really is the one skilled hiker during this crew of 4 strangers yet has come to the cliffs on his eighteenth birthday to finish his life.
When a chain of missteps strands them jointly within the wasteland, those 4 damaged souls quickly detect that their basically security opposed to the brutality of nature is each other. As sooner or later with out rescue spirals dramatically into the subsequent, and misadventure turns to nightmare, they start to shape an inextricable bond, pushing themselves and each other additional than they ever may have dreamed attainable. the 3 who make it domestic alive should be ceaselessly replaced via their harrowing days at the mountain.
Braving a panorama either unforgivingly harsh and breathtakingly attractive, Nola, Bridget, Vonn, and Wolf locate themselves confronted with an most unlikely query: How a lot will they sacrifice for a stranger? The Mountain tale is a fast moving, suspenseful, and a stunning tribute to the resilience of the human spirit. “Your middle can be on your throat,” says Helen Simonson, New York instances bestselling writer of Major Pettigrew’s final Stand.
simply saved up. “Is this a excessive excessive altitude?” she requested. “Eight thousand feet.” “Do humans fall ill at this altitude, or does it must be Everest high?” “Yes.” “At this altitude?” she clarified. “Even lower.” “Dizziness? Nausea?” “Yes.” “I don’t consider any of that. i believe the skinny air matches me.” every little thing approximately Bridget used to be skinny, other than her hair, and perhaps her lips. in fact the air could go well with her. Nola panted a ways at the back of yet by no means requested me to decelerate. I cherished her grit.
within the partitions and hurled again into the wooded area to confuse my experience of path. Then the screaming stopped. I known as out, “Bridget? BRIDGET?” at the back of me rocks clattered, and that i grew to become to work out Nola within the purple poncho, trailed by way of the lady within the eco-friendly flip-flops. I waited until eventually they stuck as much as me, we all gasping for breath. jointly we noticed Bridget in the course of the haze forward, stomping on what, to my horror, seemed to be a blond cat. “My fall!” she wailed. “What the hell?!” used to be all i may.
eating place, ready until eventually a few automobiles drove off, then I stepped out onto the sidewalk. The steak apartment had this fancy purple carpet out front.” “You poured bleach at the pink carpet? That used to be your revenge?” Vonn requested. “That’s your sizeable confession?” Bridget stated. “I knew it.” “I had the cap off the bleach and that i was once ready to pour while I heard Laura’s voice coming from the condominium above the eating place. I’d heard the women in school speaking approximately how the Dorries’ position used to be like a palace and the way.
suffering alongside the dust shoulder trying to find someplace to beg a drink. (Frankie had overlooked to depart me any money.) there has been no signal in any respect of the gasoline station and no position whatever to discover water. The solar scorched the tops of my toes whereas the concrete burned my soles during the foam. i used to be evaporating with every one step. Shuffling alongside, i used to be relieved to discover a landscaped direction that led right into a cover of flowering bottlebrush trees—I by no means forgot the precise flower. I have in mind the cactus.
One. . there have been of them, stalking us. This used to be taking place. I’d dragged a small department into the alcove in case of curious wildlife—I was once considering squirrel, rat, spider. I by no means imagined confronting competitive coyotes whereas stranded on an outcropping over Devil’s Canyon. I’d have grabbed an even bigger department. I stood on the front to the cave hearing the animals stalk us from the bush, waving my stick and shouting, “Git. Git! GIT!” i attempted to make myself a wide menacing presence,.