July 28, 2015
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Last Siege of Haven (Undertakers 4) by Ty Drago
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While away on an undercover mission, Undertaker Will Ritter has made an unthinkable alliance…with a Corpse! But though Robert Dillin (aka ‘The Zombie Prince’) is indeed one of those alien invaders who animate and possess the bodies of the dead — unlike the rest of his kind, Dillin isn’t evil. In fact, he wants to help. And Will needs that help, because the Queen of the Dead has learned the location of Haven, the Undertakers’ secret HQ, and is planning a massive and deadly assault.
With the last day of the Corpse War finally upon them, Will and his friends find themselves in a desperate race to close the Rift between worlds and forever kill the Corpses. But can they do before Haven is overrun?
For that matter, can they do it at all?
Title: Last Siege of Haven (Undertakers #4)
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Ty Drago
But before I could reply, the Malite exploded, the saltwater inside the shaft of the custom-made crossbow bolt having done its work.
Monster guts splashed over me. Not the first time.
I heard Julie scream, first in disgust and then in alarm.
I twisted around in time to see that she’d risen into an unsteady crouch, ready to abandon ship, when a baseball-sized lump of Dober-Dragon caught her in the temple. Before I could so much as reach for her, the girl’s body toppled sideways. Her head struck the edge of the scull with a loud, scary thunk.
And then she fell into the water—and disappeared.
Without thinking, I threw myself in after her.
Somewhere behind me, Sharyn yelled my name.
The water was cold. I mean really cold. So cold that it almost shut me down right away. It took all I had to push through the shock and start diving, my eyes scanning the murky water.
I got a glimpse—just a glimpse—of dark hair sinking into the depths, and I went for it, kicking my feet and fighting the icy current.
I reached for the girl, but a sudden sideways eddy yanked me away before I could get a hold of her arm. With a curse that exploded out of me in a rush of bubbles, I went after her again, ignoring the fiery ache that had already started to burn in my lungs.
Drawing on a well of desperate strength, I kicked my legs hard and managed to swim toward Julie, who hung in the depths like a puppet with her strings cut, a thin wispy trail of blood rising from her forehead where she’d struck the boat.
Please … let me get to her!
I gave another kick, more feeble this time. My lungs felt like they were about to explode, and my vision had begun to turn gray at the edges. I wanted to breathe—needed to breathe, despite the terrible knowledge that the moment I did, I’d drown.
My hand touched something soft. It was the girl’s upper arm, and my fingers, already half-numb from cold, closed reflexively around it. But as I turned upward, making for the surface, dragging the unconscious girl behind me, I felt awareness sliding away. I fought with all I had, but that well of strength was dry. My limbs stopped working and my vision went from gray to graveyard black.
Helene, I’m sorry.
My lungs reflexively heaved, and the water poured in.
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