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9 5 Million Killers

9 5 Million Killers

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WpMetadataNoticePublikasi terakhir Jum, Okt 14, 2016
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New Zealand has a problem. Ninety five million little problems to be more precise. In 1837, it had seemed like a good idea to introduce possums from Australia into the bush of New Zealand, for recreational hunting and to establish a fur industry. This introduction continued as late as 1959. Not a bad idea on paper, but nobody understood how the little creatures would multiply out of control, with devastating affect on the native bush. In the 21st century, dropping tons of 1080 poison into the bush and hunting to kill them barely keeps the population in check. It was time for something more drastic but the consequences were deadly!
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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