The Seaver beach house was silent as Morgan made her way to the library. It was early in the morning, and it seemed as if she were the first one up. It seemed appropriate, seeing as how she"d been the last one to go to bed. Morgan had spent hours in the library the night before and finally went to bed to only catch a few hours of sleep.
The journals her aunt had pointed out to her had been helpful, and Morgan had taken copious notes, trying to find similarities between the storms from the past, as well as to gauge if there was a distinct timing to their development.
There was one disturbing occurrence that was consistent: most of the storms appeared when there was a new generation taking over the Seaver house. And to Morgan"s dismay, each of the storms seemed to grow in intensity with th
