The Sentinel (A Jane Harper Horror Novel)
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An angry clash between professional whale hunters and the environmental activists out to stop them takes a deadly turn when sabotage sends both vessels to the bottom of the Arctic Ocean. Stranded in the aftermath on a desolate island off the coast of Greenland, survivors from both sides reluctantly join forces to stay alive in the frigid wasteland. But they swiftly discover that those who perished in the unforgiving sea were the lucky ones…
Jane Harper, an undercover government agent who’s quick with her wits and fists, knows punishing cold and dwindling supplies are to be feared. But in the ruins of an ancient Nordic outpost, a centuries-old message warns of a threat far worse: the Draugar—the dreaded “again walkers” of Viking lore, the terrifying living dead that spawned the legends of vampires and zombies. Now, roused from their cursed slumber, these gruesome Viking warriors and their monstrous queen are hungry for living flesh—and eager to spread a ghoulish contagion from their long-buried prison across the globe.
deck of the Bliksem. He’s pointing a video camera in my direction. I flinch away from the lens. “Shit!” If my face is caught on camera while taking part in this act of high seas vandalism, it could destroy the validity of my testimony. I can see it now; The violence needs to stop says the fist-shaking, paint-throwing, crazy lazy. But they called me a cocksucker by thrusting their hands toward their open mouths and pushing their cheeks out with their tongues! Like this! Sorry, that was rude. We
I point out. He looks at all of the snow around us. “Good point. Is…there really a polar bear on the island?” “We’ve run into it twice.” I twist the bottle cap back on the bottle and put it in Chase’s survival backpack. He sees the bag, and twitches his lips. He’s probably not sure if he should claim ownership. I make up his mind for him. “We know this belongs to you—belonged to you. It belongs to all of us now.” He grins and motions to the cloak gathered around me. “Looks better on you, than
Jakob, face grim, offering me the gun. I take it and tuck it back into my pants. “We need to get off this island,” Willem says. “Now.” I cling to the task of escape and let it distract me from the death that now surrounds us. Eagon, Jenny, Jackson, McAfee, Peach and Alvin. Six survivors dead, all of them painfully and brutally killed. I’m beginning to think that going down with the ship might have been the better option. But there’s still a chance we can get off this island. “I’ll get the raft.
happened? We’ve got a hole in the hull down here! It’s above the waterline so—” McAfee toggles off the radio, silencing Nicholson. What the hell? “Get us out of here!” he yells at Jenkins. “I doubt they’re going to hit us twice,” I say, but my subconscious has just put together a puzzle my conscious mind had yet to realize existed. Thirty seconds. Mr. Jackson said thirty seconds. But the man is precise like a Swiss clock. The Bliksem struck after only five seconds. No way he’d be
monsters and devils, expunging horrible images from his mind. As an adult, he continues to expel the monsters of his childhood through his novels, the first of which, TORMENT, is based on a dream. Enter the mind of Jeremy Bishop if you dare. Share his nightmares. Experience the fear that shaped his life. You may never be the same. Visit Bishop online at www.jeremybishoponline.com © 2011 Jeremy Bishop. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and