Timberdark
Chapters (44)
Title Page
Contents
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Praise for Wranglestone
- Epigraph
- Map
- Part I
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Part II
- 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
- Part III
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Five Years Later
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Copyright
Dedication
For Joseph.
My home.
And in loving memory of Claus.
(1976 - 2002)
Praise for Wranglestone
Winner of the Waterstones Children’s Book Prize for Older Readers
Shortlisted for the Costa Book Awards
Shortlisted for the YA Book Prize
Longlisted for the Branford Boase Award
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“Part zombie epic […] part gay love story […] a sophisticated new voice.”
The Times, Best Books of the Year
“Zombie thrills combine with an achingly tender gay love story”
Observer
“Sublime and affecting”
Starburst
“Fresh and compelling and totally immersive”
Sunday Irish Independent
“Thrilling zombie epic meets gorgeous gay love story. The world-building is deft, the writing poetic … this is very special!”
William Hussey, author of Hideous Beauty
“A bucolic, intimate twist on the zombie/post-apocalyptic story”
David Owen, author of Grief Angels
“Charlton’s fantastic debut […] is both a page-turning zombie thriller and a beautifully drawn gay love story”
iNews
“Wranglestone is terrifyingly good”
Attitude
“A complete treasure of a book – page-turning, stunning writing, an extraordinary setting and with a gorgeous love story at its heart”
Lisa Heathfield, author of I Am Not A Number
“Wranglestone by Darren Charlton holds an extra special place in my little gay heart”
George Lester, author of Boy Queen
Epigraph
‘The mountains are calling
and I must go.’
John Muir
Map
Part I
Prologue
Some communities had islands to protect them from the Dead. Others had vast glaciers and mountains. Over in Arizona, where long, black roads shimmered like liquorice sticks out across the desert, the National Park Escape Programme was without rival. Seen from space, Grand Canyon looked like the Earth had been torn wide at the skin. It was as violent a wound as a bloody gash to the bone. Only it was a river, not a blade, that had quietly cut a mile deep into the rock over millions of years, giving those survivors living in the valley below a maze of walls to hide in and a fall from the top that made bone dust of the Dead.
To the north, Yellowstone had none of those things to protect it. The land was flat and unguarded and would have been prone to ravage from its wandering herds if it weren’t for one thing. The earth held a secret.