Having narrowly escaped the Governor's savage Huntsmen, Marta Banks and the other surviving Tube Riders are on the run in northern France. Trapped inside a government-assigned quarantine zone, they search for a way out of a bleak countryside littered with abandoned worker robots and haunted by sinister monks, while at the same time a far deadlier threat than any they have faced before is searching for a way in ...
Genre: FICTION / DystopianExile is my best selling book, having sold nearly 2500 copies. I usually give the first book in the series away for free, and make my money off this book and the third, Revenge.
The Governor peered inside. A dark form was slumped on a wooden pallet in the corner. It took a moment to identify the amorphous shape as a man curled up in a fetal position. The stench of weeks-old sweat and feces collided with the dry dusty scent of grain sacking, and the Governor wrinkled his nose in disgust.
‘Get up,’ Welch barked.
The sacking shifted a little. A grimy foot poked out from the folds and rubbed against the edge of the wooden pallet. Then chains clinked as the foot withdrew into the folds.
‘Hello, Halo,’ the Governor said. ‘It’s been a long time. Are you ready for some fresh air?’
There was a barely perceptible shift in the brown, formless clothing covering the figure. As the Governor’s eyes began to adjust to the gloom, he made out the long white hair and beard that covered the figure’s head and face. He felt like he was looking at some hellish version of Jesus who now lay in a grey purgatory, somewhere between crucifixion and rebirth.
‘Get up, old friend. Let me take a look at you. You served me well once, and I have use of you again.’
A rasping, crackling sound rose from under the figure’s clothes. At first the Governor was unsure what it was, then he realised it was laughter.
‘Ha, ha … ha. My … my,’ intoned a gravelly, parched voice. It sounded like the man hadn’t spoken in a long, long time. ‘Is that a familiar face … I spy?’
‘Halo–’
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Reka Orsi Toth
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