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The ride to the hospital was wild. He could feel himself moving like a blue light, a blue force, through the vortex of the storm, the now pounding the Lexan faceplate, the sled throbbing beneath him, bucking over bumps, twisting, alive. At times he could barely see; other times, in protected areas or where he was forced to slow down, the field of vision opened out.

—from Winter Prey, a book by John Sandford

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