Borealis
Ronald Malfi
Language: English
Pages: 55
ISBN: B005GLN2G2
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
On a routine crabbing expedition in the Bering Sea, Charlie Mears and the rest of the men aboard the trawler Borealis discover something unbelievable: a young woman running naked along the ridge of a passing iceberg. The men rescue her and bring her aboard the boat. But they will soon learn her horrible secret. By the time they find out why she was alone on the ice—and what she truly is—the nightmare will have begun, as one by one she infects them with an evil that brings about unimaginable terrors.
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cornflakes and broken shards of bowl in the puddle of milk. “Very messy, Charlie.” “You can talk to the cops when we reach land.” He stormed out into the corridor, slamming the cabin door. In the darkness of the corridor, he nearly ran right into Joe, who was leaning against one wall, shrouded in darkness. “She tell you anything?” Joe asked. Charlie couldn’t see his face in the dark but it sounded as if he had something in his mouth. “She’ll tell Lapatu when we get back to Saint Paul,” he
under one arm, Charlie plucked the flashlight off the countertop. “I’m going down to the engine room for some tools. You two keep an eye on Mike’s cabin, make sure that girl doesn’t come out.” “What’re you doing?” boomed McEwan, but Charlie was already gone. 9 Despite the pump of the generators and the grind of the diesel engine, it was freezing in the bowels of the trawler. Wagging his flashlight around the network of pipes, it didn’t take Charlie long to locate a suitcase-sized metal
said, chasing the tip of his cigarette with a tarnished Zippo. His cold, gray eyes leveled out over the vast nothingness of charcoal waters and icy strata from over the bow of the trawler. The air was cold and sharp, only vaguely scented by the trawler’s diesel exhaust. Each inhalation burned his nostrils. Beside him, hugging himself in his bright orange slicker with the hood up, “Dynamo” Joe Darling offered nothing but a grunt. “What’s your vibe on el capitán?” Charlie said, exhaling smoke out
Mears? A little boy? Hell, man, once we get back to Saint Paul, you can do all the lookin’ you want. You can use my goddamn car. Got a brand new F-450, chains on the tires, the whole nine. All yours, amigo. Whatever you want.” McEwan paused, halfway up the stairs. “Just come on down with me, huh? What’d ya say?” Behind the glass, Mike Fenty’s face appeared to blur like someone moving too quickly just as a photo was being snapped. “Listen to me,” Charlie said, trying to watch both Mike and
asylum where the Cannery Cannibal is imprisoned. But the killer who murdered thirteen women is more than just a madman who craves human meat. He is possessed by a shape-shifting demon. Inspector Hatcher and Father Xavier must unravel a mystery that has spanned centuries and confront a predator that has turned the frozen woods into a killing ground where evil has come to feed. Enjoy the following excerpt for Dead of Winter: December 15, 1870 Manitou Outpost Ontario, Canada It was the
