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- Kurzbeschreibung"An apocalyptic extravaganza of doom and heroism...addictive." - Publishers Weekly <br>"It's been too long since someone reminded us that spiders are not just to be feared, but also may well spell doom for mankind. Fortunately, Ezekiel Boone has upped the ante on arachnophobia. This is a fresh take on classic horror, thoroughly enjoyable and guaranteed to leave your skin crawling." -Michael Koryta, New York Times bestselling author of Those Who Wish Me Dead <br>An astonishingly inventive and terrifying debut novel about the emergence of an ancient species, dormant for over a thousand years, and now on the march.<br>Deep in the jungle of Peru, where so much remains unknown, a black, skittering mass devours an American tourist whole. Thousands of miles away, an FBI agent investigates a fatal plane crash in Minneapolis and makes a gruesome discovery. Unusual seismic patterns register in a Kanpur, India earthquake lab, confounding the scientists there. During the same week, the Chinese government "accidentally" drops a nuclear bomb in an isolated region of its own country. As these incidents begin to sweep the globe, a mysterious package from South America arrives at a Washington, D.C. laboratory. Something wants out.<br>The world is on the brink of an apocalyptic disaster. An ancient species, long dormant, is now very much awake.
- AutorEzekiel Boone
- VerlagSimon + Schuster
- Seiten352 Seiten
- Gewicht380 g
- LeseprobeThe Hatching Minneapolis, Minnesota<br>Agent Mike Rich hated having to call his ex-wife. He fucking hated it, particularly when he knew that her husband-and he fucking hated that he was her husband now-might pick up the phone, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was going to be late, and if there was one thing that annoyed his ex-wife more than his being late to pick up their daughter, it was when he knew he was going to be late but didn't call. Hell, if he'd been better about both those things in the first place, Fanny might still be his wife. He stared at his phone.<br>"Just get it over with, Mike."<br>His partner, Leshaun DeMilo, was divorced himself, but didn't have any kids to show for it. Leshaun always said he'd made a clean break of it. Not that he seemed to particularly enjoy being single again. He'd been going about dating with a grim determination. Mike also thought Leshaun had been hitting the bars a little hard recently, and had come into work looking rough around the edges more than once since the divorce.<br>"You know the longer you wait the worse it's going to be," Leshaun said.<br>"Fuck you, Leshaun," Mike said, but he thumbed his phone on and hit his ex-wife's number. Of course, her husband answered.<br>"I assume you're calling to say you're going to be late again?"<br>"You got me, Dawson," Mike said.<br>"I prefer to be called Rich, Mike. You know that."<br>"Yeah, sorry. It's just that, you know, when I hear Rich, I think me. Agent Rich. All that. It's weird calling you by my last name. How about Richard?"<br>"As long as you aren't calling me Dick-at least to my face-I'll live."<br>That was another thing that pissed Mike off about his ex-wife's new husband. Rich Dawson was a defense lawyer-which was reason enough-but he was also kind of a great guy. If Dawson hadn't gotten rich keeping the very douche bags out of jail that Mike spent his time arresting, and if Dawson weren't laying the wood to his ex-wife, Mike could have seen himself having a beer with the guy. It would have been easier if Dawson were just an unrepentant shitbag, because then Mike would have had an excuse to hate him, but Mike was stuck with knowing he had nobody to be pissed off at but himself. Mike couldn't decide if he should look on the bright side of things because Dawson was terrific with Annie, or if that was something that made his ex-wife's new husband even worse. It killed Mike that his daughter had taken to Dawson like she had, but it had been good for her. She'd been quiet for the year or so between when he and Fanny had split and when Fanny had hooked up with Dawson. She hadn't been sad, or at least hadn't admitted she was, but she hadn't talked much
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