"High-stakes action and sizzling romance." --Lara Adrian
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Everything they knew is gone.
From the raging fires, five men emerge with extraordinary new powers. They are humankind's last hope...but they cannot survive this dark, ravaged world alone...
Quentin Fielding had everything. Money. Power. Women. But now that civilization is all but annihilated, Quent wants only one thing: revenge. Harnessing a strange new "gift," he embarks on a deadly mission to find the man responsible for the chaos and destruction, the man he should have killed years ago: his father. Only one thing stands in his way--a mysterious, arrow-wielding beauty...
Zoe Kapoor is on her own quest for vengeance, searching for the monstrous fiends who murdered her family. Soon she and Quent join together, journeying through the ruins of the world they once knew as a desperate desire builds between them. Drawing closer to an enemy they never imagined, Zoe and Quent must abandon all fear, abandon all regret, abandon the night...
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralOver the years, there were many times Quent regretted not taking that golf club to his father and putting an end to the fear and torture…but never had he felt the regret as strongly as he did now.
Quentin Brummell Fielding looked down at the object on the table in front of him: a clear crystal, perhaps the size of a large man’s thumb. Its clarity was so pure, the stone was tinged with pristine blue and faint gray…yet when it was held to the light, it allowed the beam to shine through unencumbered, untainted. Faintly ice-blue.
Delicate tentacles trailed out from the sides and behind, stylized rays from a sun. Or, in this case, a full moon. Like slender fiber optic threads, the tentacles resembled veins erupting from a heart-like crystal—perhaps a millimeter or two thick where they sprouted from the stone, and becoming as slender as hair or fine thread as they branched out.
“So this is what does it. What gives them immortality.” Quent prodded the crystal with a small pair of forceps. His fingers shook. “This is why they destroyed the world.” He looked up at his friend Elliott, who, in a battle for his life, had hacked the crystal from of one of the immortal humans known as the Strangers.
Removing the crystal was the only way to kill them.
“Yeah,” said Elliott, who was also known to his friends as Dred. “Once the crystal is introduced surgically, embedded in the soft tissue, it sort of roots itself into the body.”
Quent poked the stone a little more sharply. A tip of one of the tentacles broke off and glinted like a minute shard of glass. If he’d used the golf club that day, sixty-some years ago, his father would be dead.
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