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Title:
Fall of night : a zombie novel
Author:
Maberry, Jonathan.
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Edition:
First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : St. Martin's Griffin, 2014.
Physical Description:
402 pages ; 21 cm.
Summary:
"Stebbins Little School is full of bodies. It's unthinkable to Desdemona Fox. Children are sobbing as panicked teachers and neighbors beat down their family members outside of the school...or the things that used to be their family members. Parents don't eat their children do they? Officers Fox and Hammond, along with journalist Billy Trout, are calling it the beginning of the end. This is the zombie apocalypse. An insane escaped serial killer is infecting Stebbins County with a deadly virus, and now the whole world is watching while Fox, Trout, and the remaining inhabitants of Stebbins fight for their life against...what? The undead? The President and the National Guard are ready to nuke Stebbins, PA off the map and cut their losses. But the infection is spreading and fast. Worse, the scientist who created the virus is missing. It's a numbers game as the body count rises; Fox has to contain the infected and evacuate the living before it's too late, and the clock is ticking... Fall of Night, Maberry's nail-biting sequel to Dead of Night, picks up where the first novel left off--on a wild goose chase for a mad man and the missing scientist who gave him new "un"-life. Chilling, gory, and hair-raisingly scary, Maberry fans won't be able to read this fast-paced thriller with the lights off. "--
Language:
English
ISBN:
9781250034946
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Stebbins Little School is full of bodies. It's unthinkable to Desdemona Fox. Children are sobbing as panicked teachers and neighbors beat down their family members outside of the school...or the things that used to be their family members. Parents don't eat their children do they?

Officers Fox and Hammond, along with journalist Billy Trout, are calling it the beginning of the end. This is the zombie apocalypse. An insane escaped serial killer is infecting Stebbins County with a deadly virus, and now the whole world is watching while Fox, Trout, and the remaining inhabitants of Stebbins fight for their life against...what? The undead? The President and the National Guard are ready to nuke Stebbins, PA off the map and cut their losses. But the infection is spreading and fast. Worse, the scientist who created the virus is missing. It's a numbers game as the body count rises; Fox has to contain the infected and evacuate the living before it's too late, and the clock is ticking...

Fall of Night , Maberry's nail-biting sequel to Dead of Night , picks up where the first novel left off--on a wild goose chase for a madman and the missing scientist who gave him new "un"-life. Chilling, gory, and hair-raisingly scary, Maberry fans won't be able to read this fast-paced thriller with the lights off.


Author Notes

Jonathan Maberry was born on May 18, 1958. His early books dealt mainly with martial arts and self defense. He then wrote a number of books on the folklore and beliefs of the occult and paranormal including Vampire Universe: The Dark World of Supernatural Beings That Haunt Us, Hunt Us and Hunger for Us, Zombie CSU, and They Bite. His first novel, Ghost Road Blues, won the 2007 Bram Stoker Award for Best First Novel. His other works include The Pine Deep Trilogy, the Joe Ledger series, and the Rot and Ruin series. He is also a freelance comic book writer.

(Bowker Author Biography)


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Booklist Review

*Starred Review* Maberry does some of his best writing in this sequel to 2011's Dead of Night. This story picks up literally the moment its predecessor ended: cop Dez Fox and reporter Billy Trout are holed up in the Stebbins Little School, trying to keep the U.S. military from killing the school's 800-odd occupants. Meanwhile, outside, Fox's partner, J. T., is trying to ward off a mass of zombies. With the introduction of the characters and premise out of the way an unbalanced scientist has injected a soon-to-be-executed serial killer with a cocktail of biological ingredients, unleashing a zombie plague upon Stebbins County, Pennsylvania Maberry can jump right into the action. As the zombie outbreak spreads (despite the American government's homicidally best efforts to contain it), Maberry shifts his focus, alternating between his lead characters and various supporting and walk-on characters some of the best, most visceral, and most memorable scenes involve characters we see for a very brief period of time: men and women caught up in the tidal wave of undead sweeping across the state. Maberry, no slouch when it comes to action and suspense (his Joe Ledger novels are deservedly very popular), seems to have found new energy here, as though he's been jump-started by the story he's telling. He still has a lot of books ahead of him, so calling this his masterpiece would be premature, but a case could be made that this is the best and most terrifying book he's written so far.--Pitt, David Copyright 2014 Booklist


Publisher's Weekly Review

Maberry continues his zombie apocalypse series with this harrowing, gory adventure, which picks up immediately after the events of 2011's Dead of Night. Caught at the epicenter of a viral outbreak that turns humans into shambling monsters, police officer Dez Fox and reporter Billy Trout must try to keep hundreds of survivors alive. Mishandling by the military and the government allows undead serial killer Homer Gibbon, originator of the plague, to slip through this quarantine and doom humanity. While the depiction of the collapse of society is textbook and the condemnation of the government unsubtle, Maberry excels at humanizing the plague's victims, both living and dead. Naturally, readers shouldn't get too attached to any specific character. Overlapping characters explicitly connect the story to Maberry's Joe Ledger books and anticipate his Rot & Ruin YA series, proving that while the immediate outcome is bleak, there's still hope for the future. Messy, tense, and highly atmospheric, this is a perfect example of zombie action. Agent: Sara Crowe, Harvey Klinger. (Sept.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.


Library Journal Review

Picking up immediately where last year's Dead of Night left off, this title has Desdemona Fox and Billy Trout in a tough spot, holed up in a school besieged by zombies with the army looking for a way to blow them sky-high and contain the outbreak. But as long as they think Billy has the flash drives with the files containing the details of the virus, he has a bargaining chip. Unfortunately, those files are now in the hands of his friend Goat, and Goat's in the hands of crazed serial killer Homer Gibbon, the man who kicked off the epidemic. VERDICT There isn't any new ground broken here in term of zombies, but for those who enjoy high-octane apocalypse stories, this is solid entertainment, elevated by endearing characters. As the book ends in a pretty dark place, it will be exciting to see how Maberry ("Pine Deep" trilogy) continues Fox and Trout's story. (c) Copyright 2014. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


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CHAPTER ONE DOLL FACTORY ROAD STEBBINS COUNTY, PENNSYLVANIA " This is Billy Trout, reporting live from the apocalypse ..." The car sat in the middle of the road with the radio playing at full blast. All four doors were open. The windows were cracked and there was one small red handprint on the glass. The voice on the radio was saying that this was the end of the world. There was no one in the car, no one in the streets. No one in any of the houses or stores. There wasn't a single living soul there to hear the reporter's message. It didn't matter, though. They already knew. CHAPTER TWO STEBBINS LITTLE SCHOOL STEBBINS, PENNSYLVANIA Stebbins County police officer JT Hammond pushed on the crash-bar and the door opened. There were bodies outside in the school parking lot. Scores of them, crumpled and broken. JT looked around for movement and saw none. "It's clear." He stepped outside and held the door as the line of infected people shambled out. Adults and children. Billy Trout and JT's partner, Desdemona Fox, came last, each of them holding a small child in their arms. The National Guardsmen popped several flares on the far side of the parking lot to attract the masses of living dead. On that side of the lot, behind the chain-link fence, all of the Guard trucks sent up a continuous wail with their sirens. The dead shuffled that way, drawn by light and noise. One of the victims, a man who had been bitten by what had been his own wife and children, stared glassily at the stiffly moving bodies. Then he raised a weak arm and pointed to the soldiers. "Are they coming to help us?" he asked. "They're coming," said Dez, hating herself for the implied lie. She told the wounded to sit down by the wall. Some of them immediately fell asleep; others stared with empty eyes at the glowing flares high in the sky. For a moment it left Dez, JT, and Trout as the only ones standing, each of them holding a dying child. The tableau was horrific and surreal. They stared at each other, frozen into this moment because the next was too horrible to contemplate. Then they saw movement. JT peered into the shadows. "They're coming." "The Guard?" asked Dez, a last flicker of hope in her eyes. "No," he said. They heard the moans. For whatever reason, pulled by some other aspect of their hunger, a few of the dead had not followed the flares and the sirens, and now they staggered toward the living standing by the open door. More of them rounded the corner of the building. Perhaps drawn by a more powerful force. The smell of fresh meat. "We have to go," said Trout. "And right now," agreed JT. He kissed the little boy on the cheek and set him down on the ground between two sleeping infected. Trout sighed brokenly and did the same. Dez Fox clung to the little girl in her arms. "There's more of them," said Trout. "Dez, come on..." murmured JT. But Dez turned away as if protecting the little girl she held from him. "Please, Hoss...?" "Dez." "I can't!" "Give her to me, honey," JT said gently. "I'll take care of her. Don't worry." It took everything Dez had left to allow JT to take the sleeping girl from her arms. She shook her head, hating him, hating the world, hating everything. "Better get inside," JT warned. Some of the zombies were very close now. Twenty paces. Trout ran to the door. "Dez, JT, come on. We have to go. We can't leave this open or they'll get inside." Dez reluctantly moved toward the door, backing away from the child she had to abandon. Trout reached and took her hand, and when she returned his squeeze it was crushingly painful. He pulled her toward the door as the first of the dead stepped into the pale glow thrown by the emergency light. "JT, come on, let's go!" Trout yelled. The big cop did not move. He held the little girl so gently, stroking her hair and murmuring to her. "JT!" cried Dez. "We have to close the door!" He smiled at her. "Yeah," he said, "you do." They waited for him to come, but he stayed where he was. "JT?" Dez asked in a small, frightened voice. "What's wrong?" JT kissed the little girl's forehead and set her down with the others. Then he straightened and showed her his wrist. It was crisscrossed with glass cuts from the helicopter attack. "What?" she asked. He pushed his sleeve up. That was when she saw it. A semicircular line of bruised punctures. Dez whimpered something. A question. "How?" "Upstairs, when those bastards tackled us. One of them got me ... I didn't see which one. Doesn't matter. What's done is done." Then the full realization hit Dez. "NO!" It was all Trout could do to hold her back. She struggled wildly and even punched him. The blow rocked him, but he did not let go. He would never let go. Never. "No!" Dez yelled. "You can't!" The dead were closing in on JT. He unslung the shotgun. Across the parking lot the last flares were fading and the trucks turned off their sirens, one by one. "Go on, honey," JT said. "No goddamn way, Hoss," she growled, fighting with Trout, hitting him, hurting him. "We stand together and we fucking well go down together." "Not this time," JT said, and he was smiling. Trout could see it even if Dez could not, that JT was at peace with this. "No! No! No!" Dez kept repeating. "I'm going to keep these bastards away from those kids as long as I can," said JT. "I need you to go inside. I need you to tell the National Guard to do what they have to do, but make sure they do it right. They got to wipe 'em all out. All of them." What he meant was as clear as it was horrible. "JT--don't leave me!" He shook his head. "I won't ever leave you, kid. Not in any way that matters. Now ... go on. There are eight hundred people inside the school, Dez. There are children inside that building who need you. You can't leave them." And there it was. Dez sagged against Trout and he pulled her inside and held her tight as the door swung shut with a clang. They heard the first blasts of the shotgun. Trout didn't hear the next one because Dez was screaming. * * * JT stood with his back to the line of bite victims, holding the shotgun by its double pistol grips, firing, pumping, firing. There was almost no need to aim. There were so many and they were so close. He emptied the gun and used it as a club to kill as many as he could before his arms began to ache. Then he dropped the gun and pulled his Glock. He had one full magazine left. He debated using the bullets on the wounded, but then he heard the whine of the helicopters' rotors change, intensify, draw closer; and he knew what would happen next. He just had to keep the monsters away from the children until then. Soon ... soon it would all be over, and it would happen fast. He took the gun in both hands and fired. And fired. And fired. * * * Inside the school building, huddled together on the floor, Desdemona Fox and Billy Trout held each other as bullets hammered like cold rain on the walls. It seemed to go on forever. Pain and noise and death seemed to be the only things that mattered anymore. And then ... silence. Plaster dust drifted down on them as the roar of the helicopters' rotors dwindled to faintness and then was gone. "It's over," Trout whispered. He stroked Dez's hair and kissed her head and wept with her. "I won't ever leave you, Dez. Never." Dez slowly raised her head. Her face was dirty and streaked with tears, and her eyes were filled with grief and hurt. She raised trembling fingers to his face. She touched his cheeks, his ear, his mouth. "I know," she said. Dez wrapped her arms around Trout with crushing force. He allowed it, gathering her even closer. They clung to one another and sobbed hard enough to shatter the whole ugly world. Copyright © 2014 by Jonathan Maberry Excerpted from Fall of Night by Jonathan Maberry All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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