Published: November 30, 2018.
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In a post-apocalyptic nation where the land of the free is now run under a dictatorship, there is one factor that holds the key to keeping world order—love. The new Regime controls the emotions of the heart. It’s their most vital law. At the age of twenty-one, every citizen is forced into an arranged marriage.
The battle is over, but the war has just begun. Jericho returns to the Obsidian camp, only to learn that her sister Candace destroyed it as part of a plot to dismantle the resistance movement that brought down their mother, the High Priestess. The rest of the resistance blames Jericho for the deaths of their friends, but that's the least of her worries.
Kurt Brubacher continues the saga of Admiral George Bryant relating the spell-binding story of the stressful encounter with an enemy that wages war like playing chess. Shifting us from one scene to another Kurt relates the twists and turns of Georges effort to triumph. If he wins things return to normal. If not it will be the end of the Orion Federation.
A new virus has been created and now the dead walk the earth; a voracious hunger for living flesh driving them to seek out those fortunate enough to survive. It all started with Patient Zero...
When the undead plague is unwittingly released into the population of a major city in the US, panic ensues. Some will live to fight another day and some will join the growing ranks of the undead.
The old radio at the station had poured out haunting images of a dying world from the first day. Through it, the tiny group hunkered down at the Village of Portsmouth, bore witness to the death of millions.
Hounded by an evil he didn't understand, William Hill struggled to survive.
The evil had other plans. It wanted his blood.
This time, it had a face. This time it offered a deal.
Stranded on Portsmouth Island, William Hill struggled to survive. The news brought stories of storms and riots, of people starving while the government promised food.
William figured he had enough to worry about.
Then he found the message. Not even a fool could mistake the intent, not when the evil knew his name and watched from shadows.
“COME GET YOU WEE LEE UM”
Day by day The Fever grew stronger, surging across boundaries in its relentless assault on humanity. The news pouring out across the airwaves turned more shocking by the hour. Hospitals had started closing their doors. The dead and dying littered the landscape.
The tiny group stranded on Portsmouth Island listened as the horror unfolded. They had no where to run, and no where to hide.
The Fever exploded across the U.S. and the world. Hour by hour the news grew worse. The virus was spreading at a bewildering pace, killing so fast that estimates had to be constantly revised. Even worse, it appeared to be mutating to an even deadlier form.
Along with it came an evil that no one expected.
And it knew his name.