Loe raamatut: «A Mad Zombie Party (The White Rabbit Chronicles Book 4)»
The battle rages on.
Ali Bell and Cole Holland’s crew of zombie slayers thought they’d won the war against Anima Industries, the evil company responsible for capturing and experimenting on zombies in an effort to discover the secret to immortality. In the last epic clash, the slayers lost many of their crew and closest friends. But Frosty, the ice man himself, has not recovered from one casualty in particular—the love of his life, Kat Parker.
On the path to self-annihilation, Frosty receives a message from beyond—Kat’s spirit returns, insisting he partner with rogue slayer Camilla Marks. Frosty will do anything for Kat. Except that. Camilla is the one who betrayed them all, leading to Kat’s death.
But when Anima rises from the grave to become a force the slayers may not have the strength to overcome, Frosty, Camilla and all the slayers will have to work together to survive. And one broken slayer will learn that sometimes, the line between hate and attraction is blurred...and the road to redemption isn’t through revenge, but in letting go of the past and grabbing hold of the future.
Praise for Gena Showalter
‘Put me down as a fan of Gena Showalter, I love her writing style and the attitude she gave Alice completely entertained me, there was never a dull moment and I loved every moment of ALICE IN ZOMBIELAND. I am so pleased that it lived up to my expectations.’—Book Chick City
‘Readers will love the brave girl trying to reclaim her life …’—RT Book Reviews
‘… a zippy story with crossover appeal that highlights the power of guilt, faith, and self-confidence.’—Publishers Weekly
‘Showalter has created a promising playground for future story instalments.’—Kirkus Reviews
‘… the novel was original, highly addictive and entertaining. Showalter is beyond good at what she does and I highly recommend reading other books she has penned.’—Parajunkee’s View
Books by Gena Showalter available from MIRA Ink
The White Rabbit Chronicles
ALICE IN ZOMBIELAND
THROUGH THE ZOMBIE GLASS
THE QUEEN OF ZOMBIE HEARTS
A MAD ZOMBIE PARTY
The Intertwined Novels
INTERTWINED
UNRAVELED
TWISTED
GENA SHOWALTER is a New York Times and USA TODAY best-selling author whose teen titles have been praised as ‘unput-downable.’ Growing up, she always had her nose buried in a book. When it came time to buckle down and get a job, she knew writing was it for her. Gena lives in Oklahoma with her family and two slobbery English bulldogs. Become a fan on Facebook and visit her White Rabbit Chronicles website at www.wrchronicles.com.
To Natashya Wilson—of course!—an extraordinary woman and editor who believed in this series from the very beginning. You rock my socks.
To Blue Romero, because you are awesome on every level.
To anyone who’s ever made a mistake you’re certain you’ll never recover from—no storm can last forever! The light will chase away the darkness.
To all the readers who said, “We want one more!” and “What about Frosty?”
THANK YOU!
To God, who is Love, and gives love.
Your mercies are everlasting, and I’m living proof.
Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
Praise for Gena Showalter
Books by Gena Showalter
About the Author
Title Page
Dedication
Quote 1
Quote 2
A Note from Ali
1: Frosty
2: Milla
3: Frosty
4: Milla
5: Frosty
6: Milla
7: Frosty
8: Milla
9: Frosty
10: Milla
11: Frosty
12: Milla
13: Frosty
14: Milla
15: Frosty
16: Milla
17: Frosty
18: Milla
19: Frosty
20: Milla
21: Frosty
22: Milla
23: Frosty
24: Milla
25: Frosty
26: Milla
27: Frosty
28: Milla
29: Frosty
30: Milla
31: Frosty
32: Milla
33: Frosty
34: Milla
A Note from Ali and Cole (but mostly Ali)
A Note from Milla (and Frosty)
A Note from Kat
Endpages
Copyright
Check it. I’m only eighteen years old but I’ve already got the coolest résumé in the history of ever.
Mission statement: to save the entire world from the destructive forces of evil.
Abilities: seeing into the spirit realm, pushing my spirit out of my body, covering a person’s memories with a single swipe of my hand, predicting the future and moving at speeds the average human can’t even hope to track. Oh, and creating bursts of energy that toss zombies into the air.
Yes. Zombies exist. Get over it.
I’m a zombie slayer. While there are other slayers in the world, there are no others quite like me. (What? It’s not bragging if it’s true.) Two things we can all do? Set ourselves on fire with only a thought—without actually burning ourselves—and turn our enemy into a pile of ash with a single touch.
Don’t be jealous! Be re-e-eally jealous.
Just FYI, real zombies are unlike anything seen in movies or read about in books. They are spirits that have to be fought by other spirits. Like to like. They don’t hunger for blood and brains but for the very thing they’ve lost: the essence of life. My life...and yours.
They are pitiless darkness and we are shining lights.
But okay, okay, back to me. I won’t mention my other award-winning qualities...like my killer instincts. My rapier wit. Oh, oh, or the fact that I bagged and tagged Cole Holland, the baddest bad boy every girl in Bama—and probably the world—hoped to tame. Nope, not gonna mention. I’m humble like that.
But, despite all my amazing amazingness, there’s one thing I haven’t been able to do, and the failure is tearing me up inside.
I haven’t helped my friend Frosty.
I’ve tried. Oh, I’ve tried. Four months ago, Kat Parker—my best friend and Frosty’s girlfriend—did the unthinkable and...and...passed away. Exited earth. Kicked the bucket.
Good glory, there’s no easy way to say it, is there?
Anima Industries, the company determined to control zombies, bombed our house and gunned her down. (May they forever rot like their creations.)
Frosty witnessed every agonizing second of Kat’s death, unable to save her, and it changed him. The fun, sarcastic and wickedly irreverent boy I once admired is gone. Now he’s moody, and every mood is darker than the last. One moment he wants me to use my ability to cover his memories, the next he curses me for even daring to consider saying yes. He takes off for days, even weeks, at a time without contacting us to let us know he’s okay. He drinks at all hours of the day and night, and he’s sleeping around, discarding girls as if they’re sexual tissues. One and done. Bang and bail. Hit it and quit it.
I know he hates what he’s become. But how can I help him, truly help him, when I’m having so much trouble helping myself?
There’s an ache deep in my chest now, humming in tune to the movies playing in the back of my mind. Movies on a constant loop—memories of times I shared with my bestie, the coolest chick I’ve ever known.
The first time we met. “I’m Kathryn, but everyone calls me Kat. And do not make any cat jokes or I’ll have to hurt you. With my claws. Truth is, I stopped speaking meow a long time ago.”
My first day at my new school. “Well, well, look what the Kat dragged in. Get it? Of course you do. I only make awesome jokes. But enough of my brilliant banter. I’m so glad you’re here!”
When she first confessed to being sick. “My kidneys don’t exactly work right. I need dialysis, like, a lot.”
Our first squabble. “I told you about my illness, but you won’t tell me what’s going on with you? And I know something’s going on. You’re spending more and more time with Cole, you’re bruised all the time and I would think he was beating you if I hadn’t seen the bruises on everyone else you’re hanging out with. I know you’re involved in whatever Frosty’s involved in, and I know you’re keeping secrets from me.”
