Set against the backdrop of an erupting volcano in New Zealand’s North Island, Lana wrestles with her recent grief, for survival on the mountain and her future with a man whose past she was once a part of. Woven through her narrative is Alfred’s story and the theft of war medals, and which Lana finds herself enmeshed in, further threatening her life. Follow Lana as she tries to extricate herself from not only the mountain but her past.
Welcome to the second snippet of Fire in the Mountain
Alfred stumbled backwards with the dead weight of Harold. Blood poured out of the stump and Alfred felt it seep hot onto his body. Harold moaned as Alfred lurched out of the shelter of the hole and stumbled down the slope. Slippery under foot, Alfred took more care than he would otherwise have taken, slowing their retreat. His adolescent frame struggled. Not that Harold had gained any fat during his time in the army but his muscles had developed considerably, as had Alfred’s.
He located a dugout about one hundred and fifty feet from where they’d been holed up. He lowered Harold gently across a shape on the ground. It was Jack; he thought it was Jack. His head lay cocked to one side, his helmet askew and half of his head was missing. Alfred thanked God for the poor light. He was already sick to his stomach. He noticed that Jack’s pack was not with him. His foxhole buddy would have made his escape with it along with Jack’s rifle.