Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- Dedication
- About the Author
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- Acknowledgments
Her whole body started to shake, as he pressed down even harder. It was easy, this. Just grip down and watch a soul disappear, a life force fade away. Her eye rolled back in her head, and a frothy spit started coming out of her mouth.
Amber was making some kind of sound behind him—something between a laugh and a cry, holding the woman’s shaking limbs down. Tim wasn’t laughing. But he wasn’t crying either.
He was in the moment, existing faster and stronger than he ever had before. What a feeling—to have a life in your grip. And to be allowed to be the one to decide that it was over. He pressed even harder just for the hell of it, and a little laugh escaped him.
Such fun.
And then she gave one final choke, a wheeze. And her body stilled. Her eye rolled back. And she stared at him, would forever. He knew she was dead.
But he carried on, squeezing her neck.
For how long—he didn’t know. But soon enough, Amber was forcing him upright and pulling him into a hug. She was laughing, and he did too. And then she cried, and so did he. But for him—for both of them—they weren’t tears of pain. They were tears of joy.
At becoming something new.
Chapter Sixty-Three
Three years ago...
They were all sitting around the table in the basement. Except Edmund, who couldn’t seem to sit, as though sitting was too much of a normal action for this crazy night. They had been meaning to get to work—they got the shovels from The Hamlet shed that was never locked. And they found a toolbox with a crowbar that could be used to pry up the floorboards—although it wouldn’t take much prying.
No one was talking. No one was looking at each other—except Amber and Tim. They were having a hushed conversation at the head of the table, sitting as close to each other as if they were lovers. Edmund watched them out of the corner of his eye, and saw that Rachel was watching them too.
The woman hadn’t moved for almost twenty minutes. She was really dead this time. The subject was now going to be how the group could live on. Not Tim, he would be fine—Amber had shown him the way.