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Chapters (54)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Preface
  5. Epigraph
  6. Entry 1
  7. Entry 2
  8. Entry 3
  9. Entry 4
  10. Entry 5
  11. Entry 6
  12. Entry 7
  13. Entry 8
  14. Entry 9
  15. Entry 10
  16. Entry 11
  17. Entry 12
  18. Entry 13
  19. Entry 14
  20. Entry 15
  21. Entry 16
  22. Entry 17
  23. Entry 18
  24. Entry 19
  25. Entry 20
  26. Entry 21
  27. Entry 22
  28. Entry 23
  29. Entry 24
  30. Entry 25
  31. Entry 26
  32. Entry 27
  33. Entry 28
  34. Entry 29
  35. Entry 30
  36. Entry 31
  37. Entry 32
  38. Entry 33
  39. Entry 34
  40. Entry 35
  41. Entry 36
  42. Entry 37
  43. Entry 38
  44. Entry 39
  45. Entry 40
  46. Entry 41
  47. Entry 42
  48. Entry 43
  49. Entry 44
  50. Entry 45
  51. Epilogue
  52. Acknowledgments
  53. About the Author
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Patrick stood back a few feet with the rest of us. Watching Ben drag Ezekiel around like a sack of trash, I felt something clench in my stomach. I was intimidated by Ben, and that feeling was made worse when I glanced over at Patrick and could tell that he was, too. It wasn’t just Ben’s ruthlessness that was scary. It was the fact that he actually seemed in his element.

He looked up at us, the scar tissue pulling into different arrangements on his face. “You’re not gonna see from back there.”

We eased forward. Alex hesitated a moment over by the duffel bag containing what remained of her best friend. Patrick rested a hand on her lower back, steering her with us.

We ringed the twitching body.

I’d not yet seen a Host up close. The eyeholes were bizarrely clean, the insides rimmed with vessels and brain matter but not dripping or bleeding at all. It was almost as if they’d been bored by a laser that cauterized as it went.

Setting his feet on either side of the flung-wide arm, Ben crouched by Ezekiel’s face and beckoned us to come in even closer. I’d seen too many horror movies to not be freaked out. But I wasn’t willing to let Ben see me scared, so I bit the inside of my cheek and bent in a little more.

Ben took a slender Maglite out of his pocket and clicked it on. He tilted the flashlight’s beam across Ezekiel’s face, and what I saw made my nerves jump.

The eyeholes weren’t holes at all. Each had a transparent membrane stretched across the surface like Saran Wrap. It looked like the liquid sheet covering the little plastic ring on a bubble wand after you dip it in the soapy solution.

Ben grabbed a handful of Ezekiel’s hair and tugged his head up off the floor so we could see through to the second membranes stretched across the backs of the tunnels.

“God in heaven,” Chatterjee said. “What in the world is that?”

“Dunno,” Ben said, breathing heavily from all his exertion. “But watch this.”

He let the head clunk back to the floor. Then he tapped the membrane with a forefinger. The membrane turned on like a computer screen but stayed transparent at the same time, so we were looking through an image and at it at the same time.