Books with title Storm Run

Storm is the first story in a childrens series by Skye Lees. The doting mum and storyteller from Sydney, Australia, received a precious gift in 2014 with the birth of her daughter, Sienna. Her lovely three-year-old daughter inspires her to be a creative life mentor and youthful writer.Storm tells a tale of acceptance and bravery. Its a heartening story that begins with a storm and ends in a storm. A unicorn is born in a herd of horses during a frightening, enormous storm. Teasing by the other horses makes it tough for him to appreciate his uniqueness and innate splendor caused by his distinctive physical attributes. An unexpected turn of events will inspire the young at heart and the creative minds of children to be heroes of their herds and to become their own heroes by overcoming social challenges, differences, and acceptance.

Storm is the first story in a children’s series by Skye Lees. The doting mum and storyteller from Sydney, Australia, received a precious gift in 2014 with the birth of her daughter, Sienna. Her lovely three-year-old daughter inspires her to be a creative life mentor and youthful writer.Storm tells a tale of acceptance and bravery. It’s a heartening story that begins with a storm and ends in a storm. A unicorn is born in a herd of horses during a frightening, enormous storm. Teasing by the other horses makes it tough for him to appreciate his uniqueness and innate splendor caused by his distinctive physical attributes. An unexpected turn of events will inspire the young at heart and the creative minds of children to be heroes of their herds and to become their own heroes by overcoming social challenges, differences, and acceptance.

Excerpt from StormI spent the earlier years of my life, stands about a hundred feet back from the beach and a little more than a mile down-shore from Old Harbor. What we always knew as the Creek runs in there, with plenty of water, even at low tide, to float my father's dories; and the flawless yellow face of a dune used to stand up behind the house, she] tering us from the northerlies that pick the scud from the Atlantic, a mile back across the Neck, and spatter it in the bay at our front door. My father and mother still live in the house, but the dune has shifted to the westward and it is colder there on a Winter night.My father and mother came from the Azores the Western Islands we call them - so they had a recollection of green country, but we children knew nothing but the water and the sand and the gray, crouching woods that run like a thread of marrow through the internal passages of the Cape.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.