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chapter thirty seven

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POV: Odalys

I have been frightened a great many times, but I had never been frightened in a truck with the headlights off.

It is a very particular fear. You cannot see the road. You can only see the places where the road is slightly paler than everything around it, a thin gray ribbon winding through darkness, and every bump, every pothole, every loose stone is a surprise. Osric drove with his face almost touching the windshield and his big hands wrapped tight around the wheel. Rhydian rode shot
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  • Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door   Chapter thirty eight

    POV: OdalysThe convoy arrived at ten fifty-one, nine minutes early, and I will say this for Captain Thessaly Marr: she did not waste time.I watched it from a crevice in the quarry wall, forty feet above the ramp, with my cheek pressed against cold limestone and my heart doing something irregular. Brigid had hidden me there at dawn, alongside Rhydian and Osric, in a narrow cleft that gave a view of the whole gate. Below us, the great steel doors stood chained shut. Beyond them, at the bottom of the long dirt road, the herd waited, a vast, silent, patient carpet of pale faces turned toward the sun.Everything that happened next depended on the road, so I will describe it plainly. It was a single dirt lane, fifteen feet wide, with a ditch on either side and a steep bank beyond each ditch. It ran about half a mile up from the highway, climbed the ramp, and ended at the quarry gate. It did not go anywhere else. A truck that drove all the way up could not turn around. It had to back down

  • Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door   chapter thirty seven

    POV: OdalysI have been frightened a great many times, but I had never been frightened in a truck with the headlights off.It is a very particular fear. You cannot see the road. You can only see the places where the road is slightly paler than everything around it, a thin gray ribbon winding through darkness, and every bump, every pothole, every loose stone is a surprise. Osric drove with his face almost touching the windshield and his big hands wrapped tight around the wheel. Rhydian rode shotgun, as he always did, with a rifle across his knees. I sat in the middle, pinned between them, with the jade bangle hot against my wrist and a very bad feeling in my stomach."Eleven miles," Osric muttered, for the fourth time. "Eleven. It's a short drive.""It's a short drive," I agreed."It's never been this long."We reached the edge of the quarry road at twenty to four.I had imagined it, of course. I had spent three days imagining it, lying in my bunk with my eyes open. But there is a vast

  • Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door   Chapter thirty six

    POV: OdalysFor five days, nothing happened, and I hated every minute of it.I know how that sounds. After everything, I should have been grateful for the quiet. But there is a particular kind of waiting that wears a person down faster than any crisis, and I had gotten very good at spotting it. Pim had caught a cold. The pump in the greenhouse developed a rattle that Osric Dane spent two whole days lying underneath, swearing in a low, steady monotone, while Thaddeus passed him wrenches. Greta and Ingrid turned the damp hay into something they called a compost heap, with an enthusiasm I did not fully understand. And every night, at ten o'clock, Ferran unlocked Rhydian's door, looked at him, locked it again, and went to bed without a word.It was the lock that bothered me. Not the lock itself, but the way Rhydian never once complained about it. He would stand there in the doorway of his little room in his stockinged feet, say "Good night, Doctor," and shut the door himself.I would have

  • Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door   Chapter thirty five

    POV: Odalys We left the quarry at midnight, through the north gate, with the headlights off.The herd had not moved. It stood in the dark beyond the south gate, a vast, patient, whispering mass, drawn by the cooking fires, and Brigid's sentries had spent the evening feeding the flames low so the smoke would not carry. Osric climbed into the truck bed with a shotgun across his knees, and leaned down to the cab window. "Don't touch the horn," he murmured. "Don't touch the brakes if you can help it. And Mrs. Rennick, I don't want to alarm you, but I'd breathe through your mouth." I did not ask why. The smell, when the wind turned, told me.We rolled out of the quarry at a walking pace, on a road I could see only because the moon was out, and for nearly two miles none of us spoke. Then the dark ahead of us resolved into the thin gray ribbon of the highway, empty and silent, and Thaddeus let out a breath that shook his whole frame.I drove home in the dark with my hands cold on the wheel

  • Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door   Chapter thirty four

    POV: OdalysI have seen a great many people try to hide things.I have seen a husband hide a bracelet, and a mother hide a tantrum, and a psychiatrist hide a forty-thousand-dollar check. But I have never, before or since, seen anyone try to hide something from my aunt Ilsabet in a ledger, and I would not wish it on my worst enemy."I'm sorry?" said Percival Linthwaite."Your books." Ilsabet pushed her glasses up her nose and smiled at him with perfect, innocent sweetness. "I was a bookkeeper for thirty years. It's a sort of habit with me. I can't see a ledger without wanting to tidy it. Would you mind?""They're quite in order.""I'm sure they are. That's why I'd like to see them.""I'm afraid it's a matter of community confidentiality.""Percival," said Brigid, very quietly.He turned. His smile had begun, at the edges, to look like a crack in plaster."Captain, I really must object. This is extraordinarily irregular. We've only just met these people. I wouldn't dream of handing over

  • Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door   chapter thirty three

    POV: OdalysNobody slept that night. By four, the column in the east field had thinned into the dark, and Thaddeus had spent an hour on the radio trying to raise the quarry without an answer. That meant their radio was down, or the herd had reached them, or Brigid had stopped answering for reasons none of us wanted to name. We had already lost two hours arguing about whether to go, and every hour cost fuel and daylight we could not spare. By six, Ilsabet had spread the ledger across the long table, and was writing in her neat slanting hand the column that frightened me more than any of the others. Diesel. Grain. Antibiotics. Days."We can't afford to chase every rumor," she said, tapping it. "I want that said plainly. Every trip costs fuel, and every hour outside costs risk. If we go to the quarry, we go because Brigid is in that herd's path and there is no other way to warn her. We go once. We trade while we're there. And we ask what she knows about Aldergate. That's all."Then she

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