To Sail a Darkling Sea (Black Tide Rising)
John Ringo
Language: English
Pages: 528
ISBN: 1476780250
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
BOOK II IN THE BLACK TIDE RISING SERIES FROM THE NEW YORK TIMES BEST-SELLING AUTHOR. Sequel to Under a Graveyard Sky. A family of survivors fights back against a zombie plague that has brought down civilization.
A World Cloaked in Darkness
With human civilization annihilated by a biological zombie plague, a rag-tag fleet of yachts and freighters known as Wolf Squadron scours the Atlantic, searching for survivors. Within every abandoned liner and carrier lurks a potential horde, safety can never be taken for granted, and death and turning into one of the enemy is only a moment away.
The Candle Flickers
Yet every ship and town holds the flickering hope of survivors. One and two from lifeboats, a dozen from a fishing village, a few hundred wrenched by fury and fire from a ship that once housed thousands...
Light a Flame
Now Wolf Squadron must take on another massive challenge: clear the assault carrier USS Iwo Jima of infected before the trapped Marines and sailors succumb to starvation. If Wolf Squadron can accomplish that task, an even tougher trial awaits: an apocalyptic battle to win a new dawn for humanity. The war for civilization begins as the boats of the Wolf Squadron become a beacon of hope on a Darkling Sea.
About the Black Tide Rising Series:
"Not only has Ringo found a mostly unexplored corner of the zombie landscape, hes using the zombie frame to tackle a broader theme: the collapse and rebirth of civilization. The zombie scenes are exciting, sure, but its the human story that keeps us involved. A fine series."—Booklist
About John Ringo:
“[Ringo’s work is] peopled with three-dimensional characters and spiced with personal drama as well as tactical finesse.” —Library Journal
“. . . Explosive. . . . fans. . .will appreciate Ringo’s lively narrative and flavorful characters.” —Publishers Weekly
“. . .practically impossible not to read in one sitting . . . exceedingly impressive . . . executed with skill, verve, and wit.” —Booklist
“Crackerjack storytelling.” —Starlog
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abandon.” “With due respect, sir, I hope you’re not normally that free with fire,” Sergeant Major Barney said. “Depends,” Chen said. “I had them stop when they clearly couldn’t hit the broad side of the barn. And they did. I really should keep the briefing for the morning but we have ops in the morning. So here goes. We go to these little seaside towns. We anchor overnight where there is a clear field of fire on shore. We then play music, fire off flares, keep all our lights on and, yes,
yes? It all depends upon what we find. Who we find who are willing to help.” “Three days off,” Thomas said. “With nothing to do?” “There are books,” Nadia said. “There are TVs in the rooms and there are channels that play movies. Eat, rest. Get back your strength. On the third day there will be an orientation and you can choose to help or not. After that, you see a human resources counselor. I will warn you that in most cases, you must first be part of the forensics cleaning teams. These are
Lavrenty in the end. “They’re going to be busy,” Paula said, drily. “Not that they weren’t already.” Most of the women were visibly pregnant. “What happens in the compartment,” Sophia said. “I sincerely doubt any of them were virgins before they got on that boat.” “Point.” There was a good bit of arm waving and angst onboard the Knotty Problem. Apparently, while it was supplied, the supply crew had not bothered to clean it up. Then there was the issue of the women. One of the “henchmen”
cracker?’ sir,” he said after a moment. “When I looked at the objective my first thought was ‘I’m expected to do this with thirty Marines?’ My second thought was ‘There is really no way anyone did this with four people. This is a battalion objective.’ I mean, sir, with respect, I just sort of thought… ” “We’d made it up?” Steve said, snorting. “There are plenty of people who were around for it, Captain. I’m not offended, but… ” “It’s not the sort of thing you go up to random people and say
doubt, sincerely, it’s Ernie.” “Nobody’s called me Ernie since I was in grade school,” Zumwald said. “Ernest, usually.” “Cheers, Ernest,” Steve said. “Seriously, why are you being nice to me?” Zumwald asked. “What do you want?” “It’s like any abusive relationship,” Steve said. “I smacked you around, at least emotionally, you did what I needed you to do, and you did it well according to the Gunny. Now I’m being nice.” “As long as I keep doing what you need, right?” Zumwald said, chuckling.
