Dawn of the Apocalypse
by E.S.P.
Release Date: 08/09/13
Summary from Goodreads:
January 1,
2000.
May 21, 2011.
December 21, 2012
These are just a few of the days humans prophesied as bringing catastrophic events that would end the world. We predicted nuclear warfare. Drastic climate change. A call from God.
We were wrong.
Cue the gargoyle invasion—laboratory bred mutants designed to slaughter humans. When the government goes AWOL and gargoyles are swarming by the hundreds, it's up to the citizens of the United States to regroup and save themselves.
Meet Cliff Matthews, a teenage boy separated from his entire family with the exception of his younger sister, whom he is desperate to keep alive. Along the quest to save their lives, he encounters people who aren't all that they seem. Everyday's a battle, but if he can't trust his own species, where does that leave his family?
And we can't forget the man who may be willing to sacrifice Cliff's life, if it means world domination.
In terms of doomsday, no one could've seen this coming. The dawn of the apocalypse…
May 21, 2011.
December 21, 2012
These are just a few of the days humans prophesied as bringing catastrophic events that would end the world. We predicted nuclear warfare. Drastic climate change. A call from God.
We were wrong.
Cue the gargoyle invasion—laboratory bred mutants designed to slaughter humans. When the government goes AWOL and gargoyles are swarming by the hundreds, it's up to the citizens of the United States to regroup and save themselves.
Meet Cliff Matthews, a teenage boy separated from his entire family with the exception of his younger sister, whom he is desperate to keep alive. Along the quest to save their lives, he encounters people who aren't all that they seem. Everyday's a battle, but if he can't trust his own species, where does that leave his family?
And we can't forget the man who may be willing to sacrifice Cliff's life, if it means world domination.
In terms of doomsday, no one could've seen this coming. The dawn of the apocalypse…
Being the daughter of an accomplished author, E.S.P. grew up
listening to stories and telling her own to classmates. After writing for
several years and even publishing some short works, she finally decided to take
the plunge to write (plus finish!)a full length novel. Thus, Dawn of the
Apocalypse was born. When she's not writing, she's either reading books,
blogging at whoistheserialreader.blogspot.com, or watching eighties movies.
Excerpt #1:
Angel’s chest was rising and falling rapidly as the
gargoyles circled them silently. Hunter had never wanted something more in her
entire life than to live for another
day. She couldn’t even entertain the idea of little Angel being gobbled up by
the big bad gargoyle…
She squeezed her eyes shut. Please, please, please, she chanted silently over and over.
She knew the type of wound a scratch had given Cliff. What
type of pain would they concur on her entire body? Would they eat her right
away or save her for dinner? Would they pluck out her limbs and eat them one by
one?
Time stopped as the door creaked open. The gargoyles
soundlessly cloaked themselves back in the shadows. The stairs groaned as
someone walked down the stairs without a care in the world. Hunter could
practically hear the gargoyles lick their lips.
She wanted to cry out and warn the person. But it was beyond
her control.
That’s what you get
for walking down the stairs so loudly. That’s what you get for walking in the
dark during a damn invasion, she reasoned. But her heart was saying something else.
The person reached the bottom of the stairs. The gargoyles
uniformly shifted through the shadows. “Hey…” he said suspiciously.
He had realized his danger a second too late. He broke into
a run, but the gargoyles would be on him in a second. And he’d be dead.
“C’mon, sweetie.” Hunter whispered to Angel, crawling out
from under the stairs. Ignoring the cries of agony, pain, and sorrow, she raced
up the stairs. The wood banged against her ankles, but she didn’t stop. There
was the cruel sound of cracking. Hunter shielded Angel’s eyes from the scene
and dared to look behind her.
The gargoyles were circled around the man. The predominantly
bigger gargoyle bit his neck. A gush of blood spewed across its face. The man’s
eyes still stared at her, his mouth formed in an O, as if he was trying to
speak to her.
“I’m so sorry.” She choked.
She hurried up the steps, slamming her body into the door.
The light washed over her body, as did her relief. But her nerves did not
settle.
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