The Resurrected Three
And After That...Resurrection
Mystery & Suspense, Espionage, Fiction & Literature, Horror, Science Fiction & Fantasy
| Author: | Megan Hart | ISBN: | 1230002444161 |
| Publisher: | Chaos Publishing | Publication: | October 13, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Megan Hart |
| ISBN: | 1230002444161 |
| Publisher: | Chaos Publishing |
| Publication: | October 13, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
The Resurrected Trilogy concludes...
When a series of freak storms sweep across the world, they leave behind something more than devastation. First come the swift-growing flowers, smelling like heaven and dying as quickly as they bloom. Next comes the infestation as the flowers breed and multiply inside their hosts. After that, chaos, mayhem and death.And after that...resurrection.
Excerpt:
Maddy took in the scent of living earth, of trees and grass and flowers, of water in the air from a far-off storm. Her body shook with how good this all smelled and tasted. She wanted to throw herself down in the grass and roll around in it, to grind her face into it. Eat it up.
She didn’t, though. Instead she spun around and around, arms out, until she was so dizzy she almost puked. She let her head fall back so she could look up at the sky, the real sky, the dark night sky with billions of stars all through it. The moon.
“Everything is…” she said. “Everything. Is.”
Mom said nothing, just turned her head and coughed into hand. Then harder, until she bent over from it. She spit out a huge mess of snot and boogers onto the concrete, so gross, but Maddy didn’t care. She’d given that to her mother, and it was working inside her the way the stuff had wanted to work inside Maddy. The difference was, Maddy was the boss, and Mom wasn’t.
Inside Maddy, the voices began again. Pictures and whispers and the wiggle-squiggle of those things, the electric shock and zip and tingle of stuff all through her veins and arteries and nerves and all over her skin.
She looked up, up, up. To the sky. To the stars.
To the star.
Brighter than the others, steady and not twinkling. Everything inside her knotted tight at the sight of it. Her mouth opened, and a noise came out of her. Low, buzzing, not a song, not words, it tickled her throat and the inside of her nose but made everything else fade away but the sight of that bright and steady light in the sky.
From far away, she heard her mom saying her name, but Maddy ignored her. The star was singing to her, sweeter than any lullaby her mom had ever sung. Better than anything, ever.
And when it stopped, Maddy’s mouth closed. She blinked and blinked. She looked at her mother, who was still coughing into her hand.
“It’s ready now,” Maddy said. “It’s all ready now.”
The Resurrected (Three): And After That…Resurrection was originally published in serial format as The Resurrected Parts 8-10, as well as in the collection The Resurrected Compendium.
The Resurrected Trilogy concludes...
When a series of freak storms sweep across the world, they leave behind something more than devastation. First come the swift-growing flowers, smelling like heaven and dying as quickly as they bloom. Next comes the infestation as the flowers breed and multiply inside their hosts. After that, chaos, mayhem and death.And after that...resurrection.
Excerpt:
Maddy took in the scent of living earth, of trees and grass and flowers, of water in the air from a far-off storm. Her body shook with how good this all smelled and tasted. She wanted to throw herself down in the grass and roll around in it, to grind her face into it. Eat it up.
She didn’t, though. Instead she spun around and around, arms out, until she was so dizzy she almost puked. She let her head fall back so she could look up at the sky, the real sky, the dark night sky with billions of stars all through it. The moon.
“Everything is…” she said. “Everything. Is.”
Mom said nothing, just turned her head and coughed into hand. Then harder, until she bent over from it. She spit out a huge mess of snot and boogers onto the concrete, so gross, but Maddy didn’t care. She’d given that to her mother, and it was working inside her the way the stuff had wanted to work inside Maddy. The difference was, Maddy was the boss, and Mom wasn’t.
Inside Maddy, the voices began again. Pictures and whispers and the wiggle-squiggle of those things, the electric shock and zip and tingle of stuff all through her veins and arteries and nerves and all over her skin.
She looked up, up, up. To the sky. To the stars.
To the star.
Brighter than the others, steady and not twinkling. Everything inside her knotted tight at the sight of it. Her mouth opened, and a noise came out of her. Low, buzzing, not a song, not words, it tickled her throat and the inside of her nose but made everything else fade away but the sight of that bright and steady light in the sky.
From far away, she heard her mom saying her name, but Maddy ignored her. The star was singing to her, sweeter than any lullaby her mom had ever sung. Better than anything, ever.
And when it stopped, Maddy’s mouth closed. She blinked and blinked. She looked at her mother, who was still coughing into her hand.
“It’s ready now,” Maddy said. “It’s all ready now.”
The Resurrected (Three): And After That…Resurrection was originally published in serial format as The Resurrected Parts 8-10, as well as in the collection The Resurrected Compendium.
