HOW MANY ANSWERS YOU SEEK ARE JUST A PART OF YOU, WAITING TO BE FOUND?
The game has changed.
Fresh from her first brush with mortality, a fragile Sadie Matthau is playing human in New York while the Survivors endure unimaginable tragedy. Wrought wit...
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The Survivors' City June 2012
HANNAH RAVEN PACED NERVOUSLY, THE CLUNKY SATELLITE PHONE in her hand. Lizzie and Sarah sat in her tiny cottage, unsure of what to think.
Finally, the phone rang.
"Hannah? It's Sadie."
Hannah sighed, relieved. "I knew you'd call. I know you haven't talked to anyone, but I knew you'd call."
"I had another blackout," Sadie said, the dismay in her voice evident.
"Of Noah and the other rogues?" she asked, knowing that that was not the case.
"No . . . of some other people. People I've never seen, but their land looked similar to ours. Hannah, I know what you mean now. They call themselves the Bloods."
"You heard one of them speak it?" she asked.
Sadie hesitated. "No," she finally said. "Somehow I just knew."
Hannah clutched her hands to her heart. "Sadie? There's something I have to tell you."
