Title: The Horde Without End (The World Without End #2)
Author: Nazarea Andrews
Genre: Dystopian
Release Date: July 17, 2014
Synopsis
It was supposed to be over…
Returning from Haven 18 was supposed to be
the end. But nothing is ever easy—and in a world full of zombies, finding the
missing is next to impossible. There are breadcrumbs. Tiny clues. But what are
a few tiny clues in a world of the dead?
Nurrin is desperate to find her brother,
but that will mean trusting Finn O’Malley. A man shrouded in secrets, who kills
as easily as breathing. And the more she learns about him, the more questions
she has. But she has learned one thing—the zombies are changing. Adapting. And
this time, the Haven walls won’t keep them out.
Excerpt
I slide a glance at Finn. His hands are
deep in his pockets, and a blank expression has settled over his face. “I
thought you said your name wouldn’t open doors here.” I say, a little bitchy.
He shrugs slightly. “It didn’t.”
No. It didn’t—his past did. How much does
that bother him? From the tight grip he’s got on himself and his emotions, more
than I know.
“What can I do for you?” Ansliey says,
picking up on the tension and changing the subject.
“First aid kit?”
Ansliey grabs it from the kitchen and Finn
tugs me to the table, sitting me down with my head tilted back as he inspects
the wound on my neck. I keep my eyes trained on the ceiling as his fingers move
with practiced precision over my wound. When he rubs it roughly with an alcohol
swab, I hiss and look at him.
His face is blank as he works, but his
eyes—his eyes are hot and furious. I shiver, and he meets my gaze, all of that
emotion there for me to see.
And then it’s gone, shut carefully away and
he finishes cleaning my neck. I keep my gaze averted, and when he tapes the
last gauze on and steps away, I mutter a quick thanks and straighten, moving
away from him.
His gaze follows me and seems to mock me. I
ignore him, and focus on Ansliey, who is watching us with a bemused look.
“What can you tell us of recent Haven
arrivals?” Finn says abruptly.
“Three arrived a few days back. In pretty
bad shape—we’ve been seeing a lot of refugees recently, more than we have in
the past decade. I don’t know where they came from—the Priest met with the
Aldermen before they left again.”
Finn frowns, “They were with a Priest? Of
the Order?”
Ansliey nods, “Arrived together. The Priest
and a sick one, in a truck. The other was on a bike.”
My heart drops. Why the hell is Collin
keeping company with a priest? What about that makes any sense at all?
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Author Bio
Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.
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