Spirit Bear Ch 7-9 Literary Devices

Rain kept falling, penetrating his will, seeping into his consciousness, and flooding his soul.

Ch. 8: ...the bear sank its teeth into his thigh, lifting him like a rag doll.

Ch. 7: It was as if the sky were holding its breath.

Ch. 8: ...drawing air past his lips as if he were sipping from a straw.

Ch. 8: For an eternity, the bear remained standing over Cole.

Ch. 8: A bloody white bone jutted out near his elbow like a broken stick.

Ch. 8: ...stiffness had set into his joints like hardened cement.

Ch. 8: Did death sneak around like a stinking seagull...?

Ch. 8: The squawking of the gulls over the bay echoed like hollow laughter.

Ch. 8: ...anything to pull himself away from the raking claws of the bear.