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Siege (As the World Dies Series #3)

Siege (As the World Dies Series #3)

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by Rhiannon Frater

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It's the End of the World as We Know It
But all is not lost. A hundred or so survivors of the zombie plague have defended their new home-the fortified town of Ashley Oaks, Texas-against ravenous zombies and cruel bandits. They have gathered supplies, established a civil government, and even found love among the ruins.

An excellent tactician who has led


It's the End of the World as We Know It
But all is not lost. A hundred or so survivors of the zombie plague have defended their new home-the fortified town of Ashley Oaks, Texas-against ravenous zombies and cruel bandits. They have gathered supplies, established a civil government, and even found love among the ruins.

An excellent tactician who has led the town's defenders more than once, Katie has made peace with the loss of her beloved wife. She is remarried and pregnant with her husband's child. Jenni, a zombie killer beyond compare, fled an abusive husband and formed a new, loving family with her stepson, his dog, and her new love. Jenni's still the first to volunteer for any dangerous mission-but now she has a reason to survive.

A deadly supply run leads to the discovery of hundreds of survivors trapped in a failing shopping mall, their lives controlled by a power-hungry U.S. Senator and the military men and women who follow her. News that there are civilians living in peace outside the mall is earth-shattering for all of them.

The final battle for the fort-and, in a way, for the soul of America-is about to begin in Siege, the conclusion to Rhiannon Frater's award-winning series As the world Dies.

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Thelma and Louise meets The Walking Dead.” —All Things Urban Fantasy on The First Days

“Frater has [developed] an original treatment of the zompocalypse; the protagonists try their best not to abandon civilized values, and they resist despair despite tragic loss.” —Publishers Weekly

“Rhiannon grabs you by the throat with the opening scene and your jaw is left hanging through much of the book. The anticipation and terror that follows you throughout this story is incredibly poignant. Frater brought the emotion, the intensity and sorrow, the laughter and love, the rebuilding and remembering, the pain and the tragedy, but at the end of it all, she brought the hope.” —Smash Attack Reads

“Heartbreaking and heartwarming. I admit freely that I cried like a baby during scenes in this book. I am so happy that I read this. Although the premise of this story is a zombie infestation, the book is more about surviving than zombies. It's about the human spirit and hope and relationships. I am so sad that this ride is over, but am so glad that I was along for the ride.” —Addicted to Heroines

“This book is nothing but EPIC. Siege is ingenuity and humanity in the face of insurmountable.” —bookgoonie

“Amazing. Lots of tension, action and suspense. Recommend without hesitation.” —Book Chick City

“I loved the heroes and heroines, I loved the emotional intensity, and I loved the way in which Frater used allegory as--forgive the pun--biting social commentary. Anyone who calls themselves a hardcore zombie fiction fan who hasn't read As the World Dies trilogy simply isn't a hardcore zombie fiction fan. Bottom line: a ‘must read' for anyone who enjoys zombie fiction and/or apocalyptic fiction.” —Explorations

“I found myself utterly amazed and thrilled while reading this. I found myself going through so many emotions. Laughter, tears, joys, anger. When a book can evoke so many emotions, you know you are in for a hell of ride. A very well put together blend of raw terror and relief to utter chaos. I loved it. It was a real nail biter. I loved the book in all of its beautiful intensity and raw emotion.” —Livre D'Amour

“This book is E-P-I-C. I was filled with happiness, sorrow and desperation while the survivors of the fort try to pull together a semblence of any sort of life after the end of the world. A highly emotional ride that I want to take over and over!” —The Bookish Brunette

“I push these books on anyone who enjoys a good dramatic and horrific tale. The books are about zombies, but the essence of their very soul are the characters. I was completely smitten with this book. Frater excels at horrific storytelling. Isn't it about time you checked out this series, if you haven't already?” —Parajunkee

“Intense is a complete understatement. Emotional doesn't begin to touch on how this book affected me. Rhiannon does a great job at keeping the humor and touching moments in there, which make you smile even through the tears that will undoubtedly be streaming down your face! This is one of the most heart-pounding, tension filled, emotional books I have ever read.” —Book Loving Mom

Publishers Weekly
The people of Ashley Oaks have managed to survive the zombie plague detailed in The First Days and Fighting to Survive, thanks to hard work and the leadership of new mayor Travis. As characters struggle with their new circumstances, they find a community of survivors, under the brutal control of ambitious Sen. Paige Brightman and Maj. Gen. Gordon Knox. The danger represented by the senator and her minions pales in comparison to the tsunami of undead making its slow but inexorable way toward Ashley Oaks and its tasty inhabitants. Frater has managed to develop an original treatment of the zompocalypse; the protagonists try their best not to abandon civilized values, and they resist despair despite tragic loss. Even in the face of disaster, the series manages an odd but reassuring optimism, a peculiar faith in humanity not often seen in horror. (Apr.)
Library Journal
Life during the zombie apocalypse is challenging, but the inhabitants of the fort have managed to survive and even flourish despite the lurking dead, a murderous vigilante, and the baleful remnants of the U.S. government. The zombie-slaying, butt-kicking heroines of The First Days and Waiting To Survive are at the brink of a new world, but whether the living or dead will rule remains to be seen. VERDICT Frater's prose needs a rigorous edit; her villains are wicked to a melodramatic, mustache-twirling degree, and, as in her previous novels, the sappy love scenes don't always jibe with the end-of-the-world motif. And yet this is an addictive read, full of bloody good zombie action, well-crafted characters, and some truly heart-stopping imagery (e.g., a zombie fetus struggling to emerge from the torn abdomen of his living dead mother). Keep the tissues handy—Frater knows how to pluck the heartstrings.

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As the World Dies, Book Three
By Rhiannon Frater

Tor Books

Copyright © 2012 Rhiannon Frater
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780765331281



Return of the Tiny Fingers
The tiny fingers under the door were missing. Jenni stared down at the dark crack under the front door, waiting for her toddler’s tiny pink digits to appear. The gap beneath the door was far too big. She had told Lloyd that many times. It was too easy for a little hand to slip underneath.
Standing on the front porch of her home, she felt the cool morning air teasing her dark hair and ruffling her pink nightgown and robe.
“Benji?” she whispered.
The hard, steady thumping against the door was a terrifying reminder that her zombified husband, Lloyd, was just on the other side. She could barely discern the dim outline of his form through the blood-smeared, frosted glass panes set in the door.
Jenni waited, but the tiny fingers did not emerge. Slowly, she squatted until her shaking hands touched the cold cement of the front stoop. “Benji?”
The crack under the door, ominous in its promise, did not give birth to tiny bloody fingers.
Jenni rose swiftly to her feet. “Mikey?”
Her twelve-year-old son ran around the corner of the house, barefoot and in his pajamas, clutching his toddler brother in his arms.
“Mikey! Benji!” Jenni stumbled toward them.
“We got out the back door, Mom!”
Jenni embraced her sons, then lifted Benji onto her hip.
“Mommy! Daddy’s scary!” Benji thrust one tiny thumb into his mouth.
Crying and thanking God for their survival, she pulled them away from the house.
“Mom, we gotta get away! Dad’s crazy!” Mikey exclaimed.
“We’ll get away! I promise. In a minute or two, Katie will be here,” Jenni said, gripping his hand with all her strength.
“Who, Mom?”
“Katie’s coming to save us.” Jenni glanced warily at the house. Lloyd was now banging on the window next to the front door. “She’ll be here soon.”
Scowling, she tried not to think too hard about what had happened before.…
“Mom, where is Katie?”
Jenni cried out when the window shattered beneath Lloyd’s fists.
In his fear, Mikey was crushing her hand. Benji sobbed loudly, his wet face against her neck, his tiny fingers gripping the collar of her nightgown.
“She should be here!” Jenni ran into the street, feeling the cold asphalt under her bare feet. The road was empty. Jenni whirled around, her dark eyes searching desperately for the white truck that should be their salvation.
“Mom! Mom!” Mikey’s voice was high and terrified. He was pointing at Lloyd, who had crashed to the ground outside the house and was struggling to get up.
“Katie, where are you?” Jenni yelled.
Lloyd staggered to his feet. With an unholy screech, he began to race toward his wife and sons.
Jenni screamed and ran. Benji was a heavy weight in her arms and Mikey clung to the edge of her robe as they fled. Bare feet slapping hard against the pavement, Jenni ran for her life and the lives of her children. She could hear Lloyd gaining on them, his footfalls close behind her.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Benji sobbed while his warm urine soaked her robe as his fear unleashed his bladder.
“Katie! Hurry! Katie!” Jenni cried out.
The doors of her neighbors’ houses flew open. Bloody mutilated figures raced in Jenni’s direction, screeching, hands and teeth seeking human flesh.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Mikey and Benji chorused in terror.
The street filled with the hungry undead. Their horrible blood-stained teeth gnashed with hunger.
“Katie! Katie!” Jenni sobbed. “Katie, please come!”
The undead closed in around Jenni and her family.
Hitchhikers of the Living Dead
Jenni woke with a start, banging her head against the passenger-side window of the truck. “Ouch! Dammit!”
As she forced the nightmare from her waking mind, she looked up—and gasped. The badly mauled face of a zombie was pressed into the window, its tongue licking eagerly against the fogged glass, where her head had rested a few seconds before.
“Fuck,” she groaned. She was groggy from sleep and fumbled for her weapon. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Katarina’s blue wool coat as the woman moved around the parked truck, her pistol in her hand.
“I got him, Jenni,” she called out. The zombie, hearing Katarina’s voice, ambled away from the window and howled. The homely redhead aimed and fired. The zombie’s head burst, its body collapsing onto the road.
“Thanks!” Jenni said, rubbing her eyes. She had fallen asleep on the way back from a successful scavenging run with a large convoy from the fort. There had been no loss of life and they were returning with a lot of supplies.
Katarina climbed back into the truck’s cab, slammed the door, shutting out the freezing wind, and sighed. “I don’t know why Felix couldn’t wait to pee until we were back at the fort, away from the zombies.”
“Couldn’t hold it, huh?”
“No. He said he was going to explode. I told him to hang it out the window. He laughed.” Katarina frowned. “I was serious.”
“I’m sure Ed loved bringing the convoy to a halt so Felix could pee.” Jenni glanced through the blood-splattered window at the side mirror and saw Felix’s reflection. He was just finishing. Another zombie lay dead not too far from him.
“He better finish the hell up so we can get home.” Katarina rubbed her hands over the steering wheel, her knuckles bright red from the cold weather. “I want some nice hot coffee.”
“I just want a nice warm bed with a nice warm Juan in it.”
Katarina’s deep blush, which almost matched her red hair, made Jenni giggle.
Texas winters were always unpredictable. Snow had fallen three times since Christmas. Barely a week into January, Jenni was already sick of the new year. It was so damn cold.
Felix wrenched open the back door and slid in. “I urinated on my shoes! Can’t a man relieve himself without those damn things showing up?”
Jenni slid around in her seat and grinned at him. “Should have held it, huh?”
“When a man has to go, he has to go!” Felix folded his arms across his muscled chest and glared. He wore several layers of clothing under his usual tracksuit, and his black skin looked beautiful against the whiteness of the fabric. Felix dressed like a gangster, but spoke with a sophisticated air most of the time. He was the adopted son of rich white parents from Houston and would have graduated with a master’s in literature if not for the zombie apocalypse. Jenni liked him a lot and they enjoyed teasing each other.
Despite her joking, Jenni could not get the final image of her nightmare out of her head. It had been so vivid. Her children had seemed so real. But Jenni knew that the boys never made it out of the house. Lloyd had killed them. And if Katie had not arrived when she did, Jenni would have perished as well.
Katarina lifted her walkie-talkie off the console and reported in. “Ed, he’s done. We’re moving back into position.”
Jenni laid her head against the backrest and stared at Katarina as she drove the truck back onto the country road to continue the journey home. The rest of the caravan was waiting ahead. As their truck drew near, those vehicles slowly accelerated. Soon the convoy was speeding toward the fort.
“My trainers are ruined.” Felix pulled a book from his backpack. “It will be difficult to find good replacements.”
“You could try to clean them,” Katarina suggested.
“I scrape zombie guts off my boots all the time,” Jenni added.
Felix just grumbled something that they couldn’t make out and began to read the words of Socrates.
“Boys are so moody,” Jenni decided.
“And they say we are,” Katarina scoffed.
Jenni felt odd riding shotgun with Katarina instead of Katie. Jenni suspected Travis, Katie’s husband, had something to do with Katie’s not being assigned to any of the scavenging or search-and-rescue groups lately. The announcement of Katie’s pregnancy had been a shock to everyone. Some of the survivors were happy to welcome a new life into their barren world, but others felt a pregnancy was irresponsible under the circumstances. Negative comments were never made around Katie or Travis, the first couple daring to bring a child into the undead world.
Jenni’s own feelings about the baby were mixed. On one hand, she was happy for her friend and ready to be an aunt, but on the other, she feared it was unwise to bring a new life into a world full of the hungry dead. How could she have raised her boys in this undead world? Her stepson, Jason, was almost an adult, but Mikey and Benji would have lost whatever remained of their childhood innocence. The children of the fort bore deep emotional scars from the horrors they had witnessed.
Tears burned in her eyes as she realized she would rather her boys were with her than dead. Juan would have been a good father, and they would have worked hard to give the boys a good life. Instead, her little ones were part of the undead hordes.
“Something is going on,” Katarina said, pulling Jenni away from her dark thoughts.
The caravan was slowing down.
“We got problems ahead,” Ed’s voice crackled over the CB.
Jenni snatched up the mouthpiece. “What’s up?”
“Bunch of zombies have a van surrounded. Looks like people are on top of it. Whole way is blocked.” Ed sounded peeved.
“We have to save them!” Curtis’s voice cut through the static. Jenni could imagine the grim expression on the young policeman’s face.
“Got any ideas on how to handle it?” Ed answered.
“Pull up,” Jenni said to Katarina.
With a nod, Katarina shifted gears and moved their truck to the front of the convoy, idling it next to Ed’s school bus. Jenni scowled as the scene below came into view.
The undead were busily consuming someone near the side of the road. The van’s side door was open and zombies were crowding to get inside. On top of the van, a group of people was huddled near an open sunroof.
Ed, the driver of the bus, leaned out his window. Beneath his battered hat, his sun-wrinkled face looked pissed. Jenni pushed the button for her window and it slid down. “What do you think, Ed?”
“Got at least three dozen trying to get to those folks. I figure we can drive close enough to try to get them to come for us, then flatten them.”
“They’ve got fresh food in front of them,” Jenni reminded him. “They’re not going to come after us. What if we thin out the outer edge with the guns, then clear the rest with machetes, spears, and my trusty ax?”
Curtis walked up between their vehicles, his weapon in hand. The slim young man with the golden blond hair and blue eyes was bundled into a thick leather jacket with a wool scarf wrapped around his neck, nearly obscuring his mouth. “We need to hurry, whatever the hell we’re doing. It’s getting bad down there.”
The van was rocking under the onslaught of the undead. Someone on top of the van spotted the convoy and dared to stand and wave to get their attention. Jenni gasped as he tumbled off. His screams tore through the cold air, then broke off abruptly. Zombies moaned with delight as they swarmed him.
“We gotta move now!” Jenni shoved her door open, nearly hitting Curtis. Yanking her ax out of the truck, she gestured for Felix and Katarina to follow. Shoving the ax into the specially made sheath on her back, she banged the door shut with her hip. Determined to bust some zombie heads, she headed down the hill.
“We don’t have a plan, Jenni!” Ed shouted after her.
Jenni stalked toward the undead swarm. “Kill the fuckers! That’s the plan!”
Sentries of the Dead
The zombie slammed its mangled hand against the fort wall again, growling.
Katie observed it from her sentry post, her blond curls flowing in the wind. Rubbing her cold-reddened hands together, she studied the creature’s distorted features. Most of its flesh had torn off. One eyeball rolled up toward her in a gouged socket. How it could see her, she could not imagine. It had no lips, so its bloodied, decaying teeth looked hideously large as they chomped together hungrily.
“I can’t even tell if you’re a boy or a girl,” Katie muttered, then blew on her fingers to warm them.
Stacey peered over the edge of the wall. The slim young woman leaned her elbows on the cement bricks and stared at the zombie. “I think it’s a boy.”
“That patch of hair on the back of its head is kinda long,” Katie pointed out.
“Yeah, but lots of redneck boys have long hair. There were a lot of guys back in my old town with ponytails longer than mine.” Stacey tugged on her short braid. When she and her boyfriend were first rescued, she had been terribly thin, her shoulder blades and collarbones sticking out of her tanned skin at sharp angles. Now she was fit and muscular.
Katie tilted her head as she studied the creature. “I think it’s a girl. Still ugly as sin.”
“Uglier. Guess we should put it down.”
“Yep,” Katie agreed.
She reached for the huge crossbow rigged on a sliding track that ran along the wall. It was one of Jason’s creations, and it made killing the close-in zombies a lot easier. Mirrors attached to the contraption helped Katie see her target.
“I’m not saying I miss the big crowds of them, but lone zombies just seem so sad,” Stacey said.
“Until they try to eat you.”
“Well, there is that.” Stacey watched Katie carefully use a lever to adjust her aim. “Jason is like a genius, huh?”
“Jenni says that he’s always tinkered with stuff. Once he took apart his Xbox and put it back together and it still worked. I don’t think she’s surprised at some of the things he’s come up with lately, but I’m pretty impressed.” Katie checked her mirrors and saw that she had the zombie perfectly lined up. She squeezed the trigger.
The bolt punctured the top of the zombie’s head and it fell, limbs askew.
“Penis! I see a penis! It’s a boy!”
“That is so disgusting!” Katie made a comical face.
Stacey giggled. “It flopped out!”
“It’s not funny! It’s a poor dead guy.” Despite herself, Katie was laughing. “My God, the gallows humor around here is thick.”
“Freud would have had a blast studying us,” Stacey agreed.
“Oh, well. Either we’re a little crazy and laugh at the absurdities of life or we just give in to despair and die.” Katie reset the crossbow, showing Stacey each step.
“I’ve done despair. It doesn’t help anything.” Stacey fell silent, obviously pondering a thought. “The fort hasn’t really had anyone go nuts and commit suicide or anything, has it?”
“Well, in the first days, a city councilman tried to save his zombie family and ended up eaten. And the Vigilante pitches people over the wall.” Katie slipped her hands into her jacket. Her swelling belly was straining the zipper.
“Who do you think the Vigilante is?” Stacey pulled the collar of her coat closer to her face and huddled down into it.
Katie bit her bottom lip, then shrugged. “No clue. I’m sure everyone has a theory.”
“I think it’s Nerit,” Stacey confided.
“She wasn’t here when the first guy was thrown over the wall.”
“The meth dealer?”
“Yeah. Ritchie.” Katie vividly remembered the young man’s disfigured body staring up at her, duct tape still over his mouth.
“Well, there goes my theory. You know, a few people think the Vigilante is doing the right thing.”
“I had no love for Phil or Shane, but what the Vigilante did to them was inhumane. Stranding them with gimped weapons in the middle of the zombie deadlands.”
“They deserved it.” Now Stacey shrugged. “I’m not gonna cry over them.”
“What if the Vigilante gets mad at you, or Eric, or someone you care about? The Vigilante killed Jimmy because he panicked when we took the hotel. We all have our moments. We’re human. And zombies are so fucking terrifying—sometimes even the bravest feel afraid.”
Stacey’s brow furrowed. “When you put it that way…”
Katie pulled her cap down on her head, trying to keep the whistling wind away from her numb ears. “Life is hard enough without having to worry about someone’s skewed sense of justice getting you or your friends killed.”
“I just want to feel safe.” Stacey’s gaze was on the zombie below. “But I never really do.”
They smelled Otis Calhoun before they saw him. The scrawny old man shoved them roughly aside and peered down into the road.
“Hey, Calhoun, watch it! Katie’s pregnant, you know!”
“Checking something,” Calhoun mumbled.
He scribbled in a battered pad, making quick notations with a stubby pencil. Katie craned her head to take a peek, but couldn’t make sense of the marks. Stacey covered her nose with her gloved hands, trying not to gag. Calhoun was more ripe than usual.
Calhoun whipped out a strange contraption made of rulers taped together at odd angles. Grumbling something about the city planners being imbeciles, he studied the surrounding streets with the device.
“Calhoun, we’re supposed to be guarding this area. You need to move along.” Katie said, attempting to shoo him off.
“Dear God, woman! Do you understand the gravity of what I am doing? No, you do not! I am trying to make this fort safe from the messed-up clones.” Calhoun pointed down at the corpse in the road. “They don’t even have the decency to cover their junk. Heathens!”
Katie stared at Calhoun, one eyebrow arched.
“Fine! I will return later!” As Calhoun whipped around, his long coat slapped their knees. Katie watched as his skinny legs carried him down the stairs past Travis, who was just starting up to the sentry post. The cold wind ruffled his hair over his creased brow as he climbed up the wood steps.
Katie winced. “I’m busted.”
“Oh, yeah. Without a doubt,” Stacey agreed.
Stepping onto the platform, Travis looked amused and annoyed at the same time. He folded his arms over his chest and cocked his head. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping Peggy with the inventory?”
“Yeah, but Stacey needed training, and the supply caravan isn’t back yet so Jenni couldn’t help her.…” Katie rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay. I’m just sick of being cooped up and not doing anything.”
Travis kissed her brow. “Yeah, but you’re pregnant, and after that bad cough you had, Charlotte told you to take it easy. You should pay attention to our resident nurse.”
“Shooting zombies really isn’t taxing,” Katie insisted. “Anyway, I need to feel I’m doing something.”
“Inventory is doing something,” Travis insisted. “Plus it keeps you inside and warm until you’re back to full fighting form.”
Katie tried not to look as peeved as she felt. Her husband was damn annoying when he was being overprotective, but she really couldn’t blame him. This was their first child, and the world had been turned upside down. Medicine was scarce and their food supply was limited. The processed food that made up the survivors’ diet wasn’t exactly rich in nutrients. There were plans for vegetable gardens that hopefully would have a good yield and generate healthier meals.
“You better not try to keep me off sentry duty when I’m feeling one hundred percent. I don’t like being coddled.” Katie gave him a grumpy glare, then let herself lean into him.
Travis briefly cuddled her. “You’re so cold. You don’t need to relapse. Please get in where it’s warm.”
Stacey smirked as she fiddled with the crossbow, pretending not to listen.
“Fine. You win. But you better let me know when the caravan gets back. They’re running late and I’m starting to worry.”
“Will do,” Travis promised.
Katie waved to Stacey, then climbed down the stairs. She hoped Jenni and the others would be back soon. The sky was low and threatening, a sure sign that bad weather was on the way. She hurried into the hotel and out of the cold wind that moaned like the undead zombies in the world beyond the walls.

Copyright © 2009, 2012 by Rhiannon Frater


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Meet the Author

Rhiannon Frater is the author of The First Days: As the World Dies and two sequels, Fighting to Survive and Siege.  Originally self-published, this award-winning, critically-acclaimed trilogy has been substantially revised for the Tor editions.Frater has written several other novels and been active in the Goth and horror communities in Texas, around the US, and online. Rhiannon Frater and her husband live in Austin, TX. www.rhiannonfrater.com

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Siege: As the World Dies, Book Three 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 28 reviews.
Amabe421 More than 1 year ago
OMG! This was just friggin unbelievably epic!! I don't think anything I say could possibly even come close to how I feel about this book and series!! I will try to keep this review as coherent as possible and spoiler free of course!! I thought that the first two books were intense and emotional, but they have nothing on this one!! Of course it is the awesome writing and story telling in those that lead you to love the characters so much which in turn makes this book such an emotional ride!! I think this may be my new favorite series ever! Intense is a complete understatement. Emotional doesn't begin to touch on how this book affected me. I don't think I have ever read a book that I actually have had to stop and regroup because I was that emotionally broken. I am getting teary eyed trying to write this review. That is how much this book, and series work their way into your heart. Just as with the previous book there is even more added threat to their survival. They are doing pretty well in the fort, but they are still in real danger. The Vigilante still hasn't been caught, there is the new military threat, there is a massively huge horde of zombies coming, and people seem to be turning on each other. We also have the added element of the ghosts who are trapped between and can't move on. It is a perfect addition to an already epic story! The characters are just as kick butt, and we meet a few new characters. Some I loved, some I hated. (Paige would be one I hated.) Rhiannon's ability to make you feel like you personally know them is just amazing, and makes it even more devastating when bad things happen. She also does a great job at keeping the humor and touching moments in there too, which make you smile even through the tears that will undoubtedly be streaming down your face! That humor and caring makes it that much harder on you because you love the characters so much. It is great how they come together as a community and are willing to risk themselves to help others. This book is an amazingly awesome conclusion to the As The World Dies series. It really could not have been better. I think that when I finished the book and closed it, the pieces of my broken heart stayed scattered among the pages inside! This is one of the most heart-pounding, tension filled, emotional books I have ever read. I was sobbing uncontrollably through a lot of the book. I felt like someone was squeezing my heart, and found myself holding my breath numerous times. This series is a truly touching story about survival even in the worst of times. It shows you how selfless some people can be, and how selfish and oblivious others can be. I can't say enough how great this book is. I just want everyone to read it!! I would give this a million stars in a heartbeat! (That is if I had not left my heart in the pages of this book.)
Itskrissybaby More than 1 year ago
I really loved this book.. But I feel like the end should have continued with telling us how the world had come back together, with the government gone, the zombies still out there, what was to happen to these people? Do they just try to continue or do they try to find more survivors?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I LOVE this series!!! Love the references to Ramero and how real the characters are! you fall in love and laugh and cry and die with them! Wish Rhiannon Frater would write a few more books just like this one
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book down. The story is fast pace with with pleanty of action. The charachters are believible and easy to get attached to. Great read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read this book...Great Series!!!
Brainiac2112 More than 1 year ago
This is a terrific zombie trilogy! All three books were a fun, fast read. They really were much better than I expected. There were some flaws in the storyline, but not enough to detract from the enjoyment of the overall story. The ending seemed a bit rushed to me, but still a great story. Check it out. It's definitely worth reading.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it as much as the walking dead!
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Loved the series
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Cover to cover in two days couldn't put it down!!!!
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Very good read!! If only there was more?
meucci67 More than 1 year ago
Read it!
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I highly recommend this book and the first two books in the trilogy. Great characters, gross zombies, creepy politicians, a terrific story! Read all three books in 5 days.
steelyshan More than 1 year ago
The final part in the best post-apocolyptical storyline I have ever read...and I have read ALOT of them. This book could be read as a stand-alone but you will enjoy it so much more if you read the first two books in the trilogy first. The characters that you come to love and some that you totally hate, gear up for a massive horde of zombies coming at their home. Some dont make it and there are surprises at every turn of the page. I was riveted and could not put it down. I can see this one on the big screen and it has even more appeal than Walking Dead. A must-read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Rhiannon has a true gift. This series kept you entralled throughout and I won't give anything away. By the time I finished, I laughed, I cried, I was angry. She has it all covered and makes all seem very real. Great job. You won't be disappointed with this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A perfect finale to the trilogy. I laughed, I cried, I loved it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So, I have to say that I cried throughout this book. A great end to a great story. I agree with the author, when the going gets tough, we pull together.