BLINK 2: Circle of Ten

BLINK 2: Circle of Ten

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Plumes of dust billowed around John and Dark John where they slammed into the hard, scorched earth. John observed the barren landscape. 'Where are we?' Dark John shook his head and got to his feet, dusting himself off. 'The only place Hell wouldn't follow us to. Angels have betrayed human kind, John, they've given the Earth to Hell's hoards.' 'This is the dead world!' John shouted. Dark John cringed at the volume, then somewhere in the darkness above a grey horizon the screams began. 'Yep' --he grinned-- 'and I think it's gonna get a bit deader pretty soon.' In the darkness thousands of burning eyes appeared, and the ground trembled as the dead rushed towards them. John struggled to his feet, and they ran. *** Earth has been sold out, the Circle of Ten has voted. Heaven stays with the Angels, and Hell gets Earth, but not everyone agrees. John and Semila are trapped in 1963. Can they beat the monster killing the children? Death is missing. John and Dark John are stuck on the Dark World, a world in an alternate reality. The Succubus Natasha and the army of Sentinels must find them all and get them back before time runs out. The fate of the world depends on it. Surely this can't all be connected...can it? (And you thought the last one had twists!) BLINK 2: Circle of Ten is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the authors' imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. © 2016 by Steve Ford and Joy Cronjé. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the authors, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.
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Without warning it began! The inevitable, I think it's fair to assume this book is not in my possession. This means I'm most likely dead. Most nights I wrestle the reason I have chosen to explain what happened, the things we did to each other, things no human being should witness. I Wright this simply to enlighten your poor soul and give you more of a chance than I had. A chance to survive what is most likely the brink of human extinction. Times are harder now and as the days go by we are less of our former selves. We have become husks floating around in a lost, desolate world. I look at this place and it still seems so alien to me, as the days roll into the nights I'm still unsure of how we got to this point. If you are reading this, you too are probably North and very much aware of what has happened to our beloved city. I feel a responsibility to inform you that you will most likely share the same fate as I have. I understand you may be wondering what's worse than death, trust me in this place death seems like a paradise compared. I do not know why I still feel so obligated to write this. To be honest most nights I think its just an escape from the madness, like a natural sedative it's the only way I can fall asleep in this hell. However I do need to clear my conscious and pay dividend for my demons. I need you to know what happened to me; I need you to know what we have become and what we are capable of. I need you to know why we have chosen to kill each other, why the smell of human flesh lingers in the air like slow roast pork on a Sunday afternoon. Why bodies litter our streets. Why things that seemed to be so impossible happen in front of our very own eyes. Why conformity i this place is the unreal ideas people live their lives by and why I was included into this group of youthful abominations. All of this might be irrelevant compared to what I am about to tell you.

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