Prologue

Oriana Ricci pounded her fist upon the small plane’s instrument control panel.

Once, twice, three times. Nothing changed.

...bam, bam, bam...

“Please, God. No.”

Despite her desperate pleas to the good Lord, all her flight indicators continued to die. Gauge needles plummeted, electronic screens blanked out, and lights flickered and dimmed. It was as if some invisible force flipped the switches and turned the damn plane off.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”

First the radio, and now this.

Despite the loss of power to the control panel, she was still in the air—thankfully. But who knew for how long?

She needed to land. Now.

The terrain of the Kodiak National Wildlife Refuge spread out beneath her, and she was smack dab in the middle of its vast wilderness. Thanking God, the universe, and her late father’s foresight for purchasing an amphibious aircraft that could land on both land and water, she glanced out the window, hoping, wishing, and praying for a safe place to put down.

If she could land, she could check the plane and try to figure out why her controls gave out. Though she was no aircraft mechanic, her father had been a wealth of knowledge in her youth. He’d imparted some basic maintenance and repair when he had taught her how to fly the damn plane.

“God, I hate Alaska. I hate this fucking island!”

She hated the cold. She hated the rain. And there seemed to be a never-ending cycle of both in the Kodiak Archipelago. Who could appreciate the beauty of the place when one was miserably cold and wet all the time?

“I should have left.”

Though it was the middle of summer, it was averaging, what? Between 55 and 60 degrees Fahrenheit? To think, she could be somewhere hot right now: Florida, Arizona—or even back in California. But no, even though her dad had been dead and gone for over a year, she couldn’t bring herself to move away or sell her father’s plane.

It was all she had left to remember her father by. The plane and his business—which specialized in transporting passengers and delivering supplies to the few remote towns and villages located on Kodiak Island, as well as the other near-by surrounding islands located in the borough.

Suddenly, the engine began to sputter and the plane pitched.

“Shit! This can’t be happening.”

She had to find a place to land. Right now.

“Don’t stall, don’t stall, don’t stall...” she chanted. She just needed an open field. Or a bay inlet. Even a lake. Any lake. “Please, God.”

Her prayers were answered moments later.

Lake!

In her panic, she dove down toward the body of water—too fast. Struggling for control of the aircraft as the engine kicked in and out, she managed to get the nose up and the wings somewhat level just as the small plane touched down. She bounced along the water’s surface like a skipping stone.

It seemed an eternity passed before the hopping motion finally smoothed into a glide.

Shocked to still be in one piece, she coasted toward the shore, relief steadily sinking in the closer to she got to dry ground. Unfortunately, the engine choked and faltered, then followed by a loud pop, ceased all together. The plane slowed to a stop, falling just short of its goal.

Damn.

Well, at least disaster was adverted. She was alive.

However, as she sat back in her seat and released the breath she’d been holding, she scanned the endless landscape, wondering how long she would stay that way.