Children's Crusade (The Afterblight Chronicles: St.Mark's Trilogy, Book 3)
Scott K. Andrews
Language: English
Pages: 203
ISBN: 1906735530
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The orphaned children of post-Cull Britain have always been easy prey for gangs, cults and killers. But now something has changed. Organised teams are roaming the country, taking children from their homes and villages, spiriting them away into the night. Jane Crowther is willing to risk everything to rescue them, but to save the children, Jane must confront the woman she used to be, and the man who killed her. This is the third and final year of St Mark's school for Boys and Girls. But it's not going down without a fight
We Have Always Lived in the Castle
An Occurrence in Crazy Bear Valley
them all to crap and be done with it; wasn't as if he had any family to speak of, his mother and father dead, and Catherine... The voices were growing closer. Henry moved back around the rock, shifting position. He risked a look, seeing two Iraqi foot soldiers heading in his direction, before forking off - only one coming over to check where he was hiding. Henry swallowed dryly. He had only a knife to hand as a weapon, so he drew it, then waited for the man to round the corner. When he did, the
and count himself lucky. He'd fight for it, too. Fighting seemed as natural to him as breathing. He had stood in opposition to someone or something his entire life - Saddam, the militants, the Americans. It was only in the last two years that he'd had nothing to fight. Peace had brought its own challenges, though, not least the loss of his lower left arm after the Salisbury explosion. The pain had gone now but he still felt occasional flashes of feeling in his missing fingers, and the stump
the hard decisions. He briefed us. Not completely, obviously, but he told us we were immune and that it would get bad enough that there might be a breakdown of public order. We were going to be the last line of defence when the police and regular army were no longer able to cope. Operation Antibody it was called. I know. Laughable. They knew, though, the Government. Makes me wonder how long they'd known by then. What they knew about where it came from. I've searched this place and Number 10
slapstick didn't illicit any laughter was my first clue that things were even worse than I realised. When I'd gathered my wits and looked up to see Green and Wilkes standing over me, I felt a knot of fear solidify in my stomach. "Surprise," said Wilkes dourly, pulling out a chair and sitting down wearily. I scrambled to my feet, the implications racing through my head. All my questions died in the face of their presence as one by one the obvious answers presented themselves. In the end there
seen off at Nottingham Castle. This was slipping into the past again, because there were also the Servitors they'd faced the previous year, hiding behind and flitting between the trees in their red, hooded robes. But was it the past, or still the future? Were both of these threats about to rise again? Robert just had time to note that the grey uniforms were not quite the same on these soldiers before the rumbling in the forest returned. He assumed it belonged to the monsters again - because
