Title: Last Siege of Haven (Undertakers #4)
Publication date: May 2015
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Ty Drago
While away on an undercover mission, Undertaker Will Ritter has made an unthinkable alliance...with a Corpse! But though Robert Dillin (aka 'The Zombie Prince') is indeed one of those alien invaders who animate and possess the bodies of the dead -- unlike the rest of his kind, Dillin isn't evil. In fact, he wants to help. And Will needs that help, because the Queen of the Dead has learned the location of Haven, the Undertakers' secret HQ, and is planning a massive and deadly assault.
With the last day of the Corpse War finally upon them, Will and his friends find themselves in a desperate race to close the Rift between worlds and forever kill the Corpses. But can they do before Haven is overrun?
For that matter, can they do it at all?
I was done running.
So, as the Pigeon from Hell came for me, I made a move that will probably seem a little—well—stupid.
I grabbed it.
You need to understand that I had two things going for me. First, the Malite hadn't had time to really come up to full velocity. If it had, I wouldn't have stood a chance. But, as it was, I clocked its speed as about as fast as a tossed baseball.
Second, I was seriously pissed.
I can be really quick when I'm seriously pissed.
So, as it made a literal beeline for my face, I sidestepped and snatched it out of the air, wrapping one hand around its hard, quad-winged body.
It was strong. Stronger than I would have thought, given its size. Making a sound like a boiling teapot, it struggled wildly in my grasp, at one point nearly pulling me off my feet.
“Help Dave!” I exclaimed to the others. “Now!”
Then the Pigeon from Hell did pull me off my feet.
Its wings, only one of which I'd managed to trap inside my fist, beat furiously at the air, managing to yank me off balance. I slammed against one of the nearby dining tables, knocking over two chairs, before sprawling painfully across the tablecloth and place settings.
Still, I held onto that disgusting creature like grim death—because grim death was exactly what waited for me if I let go.
It twisted and writhed, trying to reach me with those insane drill teeth. But the young Malum had picked a form that was big on offense but bad on defense. It couldn't reach me.
Feeling the Malite's struggles increase, I gave up trying to stand and instead rolled purposefully across the table and crashed to the floor, making sure to land on top of the creature. I tried to get my other hand on it, but its drill-like teeth dug savagely into the skin of my palm. I yelled and pulled back.
Then, looking around frantically for something that would answer the nagging question of “Okay, now what do I do?” I spotted Julie.
Helene's little sister huddled nearby, gaping in mute terror at all the blood and chaos, Aunt Sally still balanced in her small hands.
“Julie!” I called.
At the sound of her name, a little bit of awareness seemed to return to her eyes.
“Julie!” I repeated. “Come here! Quick!”
And the girl came—slowly, fearfully—but she came.
I was on my knees now, holding down the creature in my fist with every ounce of my fading strength. “Listen to me,” I told the girl. “I want you to point Aunt Sally at the monster.”
“I ... can't ...” She sounded frightened almost beyond reason. And how could I blame her? This morning she'd woken up in her own bed, in her own home, with her own mom there to make her breakfast. Now, just half-a-day later, the world she thought she'd always known had become a realm of walking dead people and flying monsters. Up until now, she'd held things together beautifully. But even this girl's courage had its limits.
“You can,” I told her, gritting my teeth as the Malite managed to slice off a piece of skin between my thumb and forefinger. “Just point the tip down. It's easy.”
She nodded. But she didn't move.
“Julie. I know you're scared. But I need you to do this!”
She nodded again. Then, at last, the business end of the crossbow focused down at the creature in my grasp.
“I ... can't hit it,” the girl wailed. “Your hand—”
“Julie,” I said, slowly and deliberately, “I want you to shoot through my hand.”
ABOUT TY DRAGO:
Ty Drago does his writing just across the river from Philadelphia, where the Undertakers novels take place. In addition to The Undertakers: Rise of the Corpses,The Undertakers: Queen of the Dead, and The Undertakers: Secret of the Corpse Eater, he is the author of The Franklin Affair and Phobos, as well as short stories and articles that have appeared in numerous publications, including Writer’s Digest. He currently lives in southern New Jersey with his wife and best friend, the real Helene Drago née Boettcher.
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