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NAZAREA ANDREWS' THE HORDE WITHOUT END
Returning from Haven 18 was supposed to be the end. But nothing is ever easy—and in a world full of zombies, finding the missing is next to impossible. There are breadcrumbs. Tiny clues. But what are a few tiny clues in a world of the dead?
Nurrin is desperate to find her brother, but that will mean trusting Finn O’Malley. A man shrouded in secrets, who kills as easily as breathing. And the more she learns about him, the more questions she has. But she has learned one thing—the zombies are changing. Adapting. And this time, the Haven walls won’t keep them out.
THE HORDE WITHOUT END by Nazarea Andrews
Coming July 17th, 2014
Dystopian
Excerpt:
I slide a glance at Finn. His hands are
deep in his pockets, and a blank expression has settled over his
face. “I thought you said your name wouldn’t open doors here.”
I say, a little bitchy.
He shrugs slightly. “It didn’t.”
No. It didn’t—his past did. How
much does that bother him? From the tight grip he’s got on himself
and his emotions, more than I know.
“What can I do for you?” Ansliey
says, picking up on the tension and changing the subject.
“First aid kit?”
Ansliey grabs it from the kitchen and
Finn tugs me to the table, sitting me down with my head tilted back
as he inspects the wound on my neck. I keep my eyes trained on the
ceiling as his fingers move with practiced precision over my wound.
When he rubs it roughly with an alcohol swab, I hiss and look at him.
His face is blank as he works, but his
eyes—his eyes are hot and furious. I shiver, and he meets my gaze,
all of that emotion there for me to see.
And then it’s gone, shut carefully
away and he finishes cleaning my neck. I keep my gaze averted, and
when he tapes the last gauze on and steps away, I mutter a quick
thanks and straighten, moving away from him.
His gaze follows me and seems to mock
me. I ignore him, and focus on Ansliey, who is watching us with a
bemused look.
“What can you tell us of recent Haven
arrivals?” Finn says abruptly.
“Three arrived a few days back. In
pretty bad shape—we’ve been seeing a lot of refugees recently,
more than we have in the past decade. I don’t know where they came
from—the Priest met with the Aldermen before they left again.”
Finn frowns, “They were with a
Priest? Of the Order?”
Ansliey nods, “Arrived together. The
Priest and a sick one, in a truck. The other was on a bike.”
My heart drops. Why the hell is Collin
keeping company with a priest? What about that makes any sense at
all?
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