Fiction Fest: Final free preview of Anola Pickett’s ‘Whisper Island’

Whisper Island 2x3Listen up! This is the last free sampling you’re going to get from Anola Pickett’s “Whisper Island,” which is available in bookstores and on,, and So go buy your copy!

“Whisper Island” was released on July 9, 2013, and is the story of 12-year-old Primmy who wants to become a member of the U.S. Life-Saving Service at a time when females were not allowed to join the organization.


A violent storm cause a ship to wreck and the Life-Savers are hard at work to rescue those on board. Primmy becomes an unwilling rescuer herself—of the captain’s wife, whose main concern is the loss of her dresses and jewels.

I groan at what’s fallen to me. Rescue a crazed woman who’s already been rescued. Go back out in the storm. Risk my own life to mayhap save hers. My fists clench in anger and my cheeks burn.

“Please!” Claudine doubles over with sobs. Her panic breaks my resolve.

“All right. Hold a lamp in the window to guide us.”

I snatch up my lantern and push myself back into the wild night. The storm blows in from the ocean. Fights me at every step. I see the troubled woman flinging herself along the beach. She stumbles toward the water. Waves her arms frantically. Veers wildly in one direction and then another.

Struggling against the wind, I finally get close enough to hear her ramblings.

“My clothes. My jewels! Grandmama’s brooch! Those men are after my treasures.”

I stop alongside to grab her arm, but she swings away so sharply that I fall onto the sand, face first. Spit out a mouthful of wet grit.

“I must rescue my things before they’re all stolen.” Her sobs mix with violent coughs as she lurches away.

I run after her. Step right into her path. “We have to go back to the cottage. The ship is sinking. There’s nothing left.”

She punches my shoulder hard and I fall onto my rump. The wind and rain pummel me. I’m ready to lie down on the sand. Let the storm carry me off. I’m done trying to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.

Miz Leftwich reels off. “Stay away from me. You’re in with the rest of them. Trying to steal my valuables.”

No use trying to force her toward the cottage. She’s twice my size and out of her head to boot. I pull myself upright and start after her again with a new scheme. “Miz Leftwich, I’ll help you find the ship.”

She stops. Stares at me. Nods.

I slowly turn her away from the ocean. I point to the cottage window, where Claudine holds a lantern. “See the light? That’s the ship.”

I guide her toward the cottage, as if I’m a herding dog. Lightning streaks across the sky, followed by booming thunder. I work hard to keep my charge in tow.