A year ago, strange things started happening to those who survived. Some of them transformed into something dark and sinister, while others evolved, becoming something more, something beyond human.
A year ago, Dani and Zoe were lost. They traversed the country to find one another, losing some of the people dearest to them along the way. They fought for their right to simply live, uncovered long-buried secrets, and discovered irreversible truths. And after everything Dani and Zoe have been through—even with the battle wounds that they bear—they’re still not safe.
It’s time for the struggling to end, for survivors to take back their lives, their families, their safety. It’s time to really begin to live, and to do that, they must wait for the first rays of dawn.
table, my sketchpad washed in the baleful color of late morning that shone
through the narrow windows, overlooking what appeared to be a deserted farm.
Everyone was hiding indoors, dehydrating food, wrenching, painting, and—in
Annie’s case—playing with kitties, all sheltered from the sudden downpour.
stepped inside, rain dripping off his coat as he leaned forward and peered into
the dining room at me, his feet planted firmly on the welcome mat.
even in his natural, easy air, there was something about the way he looked at
me that made even the slightest linger of his gaze and the quickest glance seem
like something more. I could’ve pried, could’ve peeked and prodded, but I was a
little too hesitant to learn the reason.
with colic out here. We could use her Ability.” Tavis pointed to his head.
couldn’t help but smile back at him as I glanced outside. Darker clouds
approached quickly from the west. “She’s out with Jason,” I said, “foraging.
Hopefully they’ll be home soon.”
was out the door, and I watched as he strode back toward the stable.
mode, and let out a sigh as I stared down at the start of my second blueprint
of the day. I tapped my charcoal pencil on the tabletop and glanced between
Jason’s hasty, ill-proportioned sketch and my own, hoping I was interpreting
his floorplans for the new smokehouse accurately. I’d gotten quite good at
looking past his scribbled letters and numbers, relying mostly on the arrows
and the drawing itself to help me decipher the rest.
followed by a muffled “You wish, buddy” that floated down the stairs of the
otherwise silent house. No wonder Harper had been so anxious to rearrange the
infirmary. Chris laughed again, a sound I’d been hearing more and more
frequently over the months. My eyebrow rose of its own accord, and I reached
for the mug beside my sketchpad. A contented smile splayed my lips as I
appreciated the happy routine we’d all seemed to fall into, gloomy weather or
aside, deciding the beams in the smokehouse roof needed to be closer together
if they were going to support the wide—
and gazed through the window at the gravel drive. Opening my mind, I felt
Dani’s desperation and anguish before I even saw her.
With hair matted from the rain and her clothes drenched, Dani sprinted clumsily
up the driveway, her eyes wide with terror. “He’s been shot!
around her—whether she’s traveling, people watching, or hiking. When not plotting her next storyline or dreaming up new, brooding characters, Lindsey’s wrapped in blankets watching her favorite action flicks or going on road trips with her own leading man.