Ex-Communication: A Novel (Ex-Heroes)
Peter Clines
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 0385346824
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The third novel in Peter Clines' bestselling Ex series.
“All of us try to cheat death. I was just better prepared to do it than most folks.”
In the years since the wave of living death swept the globe, St George and his fellow heroes haven’t just kept Los Angeles’ last humans alive—they’ve created a real community, a bustling town that’s spreading beyond its original walls and swelling with new refugees.
But now one of the heroes, perhaps the most powerful among them, seems to be losing his mind. The implacable enemy known as Legion has found terrifying new ways of using zombies as pawns in his attacks. And outside the Mount, something ancient and monstrous is hell-bent on revenge.
As Peter Clines weaves these elements together in yet another masterful, shocking climax, St. George, Stealth, Captain Freedom, and the rest of the heroes find that even in a city overrun by millions of ex-humans...
…there’s more than one way to come back from the dead.
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at his friend for a moment, then nodded at the television. “What’s with all that?” All what? He gestured at the blank television. Oh. Nothing. It’s cartoon withdrawal, that’s all. “Cartoon withdrawal?” I have a Yu-Gi-Oh! addiction, okay? It’s not pretty, but there it is. I just love the way he talks when he’s the King of Games. “No, I’m serious.” Addiction is a serious thing, George. Don’t mock it. “You’re really determined not to talk about this, aren’t you?” I’m fine. What’s up? He
mistake. They were gray and chalky. The veins were dark against her pale irises. “Don’t hurt me,” she said. She skittered back across the floor with one arm up, trying to hide her face. “Please! I’m not one of them.” St. George marched after her, grabbed the dead girl’s shoulder, and tossed her across the room. She hit the wall and fell onto the couch. “Rodney, I swear to God, after what you did—” “Please don’t!” she shrieked. “—the last thing you should be doing is wasting my time with
Freedom. “She knows who she is. Or was.” “She seems to.” St. George looked through the window again. “Is she Legion?” “It would not appear to be,” said Stealth. “Legion consistently displays the same dialect and body language. Whoever or whatever this is, it is demonstrating numerous tics and habits different from his.” “Whatever she is,” said Connolly, “she’s pretty sure she’s a seventeen-year-old girl.” Freedom’s brow wrinkled. “She said she was seventeen?” The doctor nodded. “This is a
crouch on the pavement. A few quick steps put her right next to St. George again. He barely noticed, his attention focused on Max. “Look, it’s your demon, right? If I can beat it alone, Cerberus and I can go out there and—” “You didn’t beat Cairax, George. You beat me.” “No, I think it was—” “No.” Max shook his head. “What you beat was a shadow. That was Cairax Murrain starved, handcuffed, gagged, and shoved in a sack. It’s like punching Mike Tyson when he’s asleep. And even then, the only
scared of the dark.” “Yeah,” I said with a nod. “That’s what everyone says their first time.” ST. GEORGE WATCHED Jennifer pound one last nail into place before she saluted the sky with her hammer. “That’s it,” she said. “Done.” She gave one of the shingles a glance and whacked its nail. “Now it’s done,” she said. There was some scattered applause from the crowd. Not much. The guard post wasn’t impressive. The one-story structure wasn’t much more than a shack. They’d found enough lumber to
