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Author: Nazarea AndrewsTitle: The Ruin of the World
Series: The World Without End #4
Publication Date: May 11th 2015
THE RUIN OF THE WORLD Synopsis
When the zombies rose, we thought the world ended.
It didn’t—it just broke, in a way we couldn’t fix. And we found ways to continue, reasons to fight.
Faith. Family. Politics. Obsession. The most dangerous of all—hope. But when all of that is stripped away, and nothing remains but rage and betrayal—that is the true end of the world.
Faith. Family. Politics. Obsession. The most dangerous of all—hope. But when all of that is stripped away, and nothing remains but rage and betrayal—that is the true end of the world.
Return
to the World Without End, for a final battle for hope and survival in
the exciting conclusion to Nazarea Andrews’ phenomenal series.
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Excerpt
When I close my eyes, I see a kaleidoscope of nightmares.
My brother's face marked by infection and pain. Kenny leering from the other side of a candlelit table.
The disgusted fury in the acolyte’s gaze as I bit him, and the quiet, knowing stare in Omar’s eyes. The impression of a bite in my shoulder, and the sound of my skin tearing under an infect’s teeth.
And his eyes, wild and furious and devastated, and so fucking full I can’t forget.
It’s been four months since I saw anything in his eyes but amused resignation and annoyance. But I can’t forget that heartbeat.
It keeps me awake at night, and pulls me from nightmares screaming, and it makes me get out of bed every morning. Because no matter what I feel—how the infection burns in my veins and the crushing grief, all of it—Finn fucking O’Malley looked at me like I was the key to survival. Like I mattered.
It keeps me moving. Because Finn wouldn’t look at me like that if he didn’t believe in me, and I want to be that girl. Not the weak one protected by her brother, a First hidden in a haven full of idiots, settling for hiding behind white-washed walls and calling it a real life.
I want more than that. So much more. And the hope of seeing that look in Finn’s eyes, of being that girl—it’s what will kill me.
Not the infection, or the Order or the war.
Hope. Fucks you up every fucking time.
My brother's face marked by infection and pain. Kenny leering from the other side of a candlelit table.
The disgusted fury in the acolyte’s gaze as I bit him, and the quiet, knowing stare in Omar’s eyes. The impression of a bite in my shoulder, and the sound of my skin tearing under an infect’s teeth.
And his eyes, wild and furious and devastated, and so fucking full I can’t forget.
It’s been four months since I saw anything in his eyes but amused resignation and annoyance. But I can’t forget that heartbeat.
It keeps me awake at night, and pulls me from nightmares screaming, and it makes me get out of bed every morning. Because no matter what I feel—how the infection burns in my veins and the crushing grief, all of it—Finn fucking O’Malley looked at me like I was the key to survival. Like I mattered.
It keeps me moving. Because Finn wouldn’t look at me like that if he didn’t believe in me, and I want to be that girl. Not the weak one protected by her brother, a First hidden in a haven full of idiots, settling for hiding behind white-washed walls and calling it a real life.
I want more than that. So much more. And the hope of seeing that look in Finn’s eyes, of being that girl—it’s what will kill me.
Not the infection, or the Order or the war.
Hope. Fucks you up every fucking time.
PURCHASE THE PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE SERIES
THE WORLD WITHOUT A FUTURE (book #1)
THE HORDE WITHOUT END (book #2)
THE FUTURE WITHOUT HOPE (book #3)
AUTHOR INFORMATION
Nazarea
Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to
read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books,
but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia
with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.
You can follow her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and Booktropolous.
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