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1 " brittle air. Rachel slid her machete from its canvas sheath, but the crow veered wildly and then rejoined the broken formation heading south toward the distant city "
― Scott Nicholson , Afterburn (Next, #1)
2 " fire. A blood-chilling caw cracked the brittle air. Rachel slid her machete from its canvas sheath, but the crow veered wildly and then rejoined the broken formation heading south toward the distant city of mutants. "
3 " What the hell is he talking about? Then he saw them, gathering in formation like tiny jets on a strafing run. He thought at first they were doves, but that made no sense, because doves didn’t congregate in such coordinated patterns and they were too far inland to be seagulls. He couldn’t judge their size or distance, so high and feathery was "
4 " was fogged by their combined breath, the night seemed to grow colder and more mysterious, with only the brightest stars burning pinpricks in the aurora. "
5 " neck. Loves country music—Merle and Waylon, "
6 " hazy October sky. A muted lime-green aurora shimmered behind the clouds as if the black birds were swimming against a frothy tide. The hardwood trees on the surrounding Appalachian slopes were gone to gold and scarlet, and the strange light hinted at the gray winter waiting ahead. One of the crows "
7 " Beats thinking about whatever’s waiting in Stonewall. "
8 " Depends on who we count as ‘people’ these days. "
9 " kills billions. While the remaining humans are struggling to adapt and survive, they notice that some among them have... changed. Rachel Wheeler finds herself alone in the city, where violent survivors known as "Zapheads" roam the streets, killing and destroying. Her only hope is to reach the mountains, where her grandfather, a legendary survivalist, established a compound in preparation for Doomsday. "
10 " You have marriage on the brain all of a sudden? "
11 " Because part of it is running on automatic. Hearing little whispers from far away. "
12 " Maybe some of both. "
13 " The Doomsday weight-loss plan kicks ass. "
14 " Then came the pak-pak-pak of DeVontay’s rifle. "
15 " the crows turned, and its eyes flashed with fire. A blood-chilling caw cracked the brittle air. Rachel slid her machete from its canvas sheath, but the crow veered wildly and then rejoined the broken formation heading south toward the distant city of mutants. DeVontay Jones chuckled "
16 " shimmered behind the clouds as if the black birds were swimming against a frothy tide. The hardwood trees on the surrounding Appalachian slopes were gone to gold and scarlet, and the strange light hinted at the gray winter waiting ahead. One of the crows turned, and its eyes flashed with fire. A blood-chilling caw cracked the brittle air. Rachel slid her "
17 " DeVontay Jones chuckled behind her. “What were you going to do with that blade? Make us some chicken pot pie?” She replaced her machete and "
18 " priests seem to be either dead or Zap.” DeVontay shouldered his M16 and caught up with her so they could walk "
19 " And just what is the nature of things?” “It’s beyond us. Not to be understood. The sun blows a fuse here and shoots energy there, and here’s this small ball of rock minding its own business ninety-three-million miles away and suddenly it’s all turned upside down. The natural law gets rewritten and even the science goes to shit. Along comes a new science. New creatures, new people. "
20 " them. Experience suggested such places were more likely to harbor danger than supplies. Not that the "