Skitter
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Ezekiel Boone follows up his terrifying apocalyptic extravaganza of doom and heroism The Hatching with Skitter, the horrifying sequel in which the carnivorous spiders are running rampantbut for whats left of humanity, the worst is yet to come.
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Ezekiel Boone follows up his terrifying apocalyptic extravaganza of doom and heroism The Hatching with Skitter, the horrifying sequel in which the carnivorous spiders are running rampantbut for whats left of humanity, the worst is yet to come.
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"A globe-hopping, seriously creepy read." -Publishers Weekly on SkitterFirst, there was the black swarm that swallowed a man whole, the suspicious seismic irregularities in India that confounded scientists, the nuclear bomb China dropped on its own territory without any explanation. Then, scientist Melanie Guyer's lab received a package containing a mysterious egg sac; little did Dr. Guyer know that, almost overnight, Earth would be consumed by previously dormant spiders that suddenly wanted out.
Now, tens of millions of people around the world are dead. Half of China is a nuclear wasteland. Mysterious flesh-eating spiders are marching through Los Angeles, Oslo, Delhi, Rio de Janeiro, and countless other cities. According to Dr. Guyer, the crisis may soon be over.
But in Japan, a giant, glowing egg sac gives a shocking preview of what is to come, even as survivors in Los Angeles panic and break the quarantine zone. Out in the desert, survivalists Gordo and Shotgun are trying to invent a weapon to fight back, but it may be too late, because President Stephanie Pilgrim has been forced to enact the plan of last resort.
America, you are on your own.
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Skitter PROLOGUE Lander, Wyoming It was a big freaking spider. That was the only reason he screamed. He wasn't afraid of spiders. Really. But the thing had been the size of a quarter. Right on his cheek. He'd been backpacking solo for fifteen days, and he hadn't been scared once. Until his last day out, today, when he woke up with a scary, hairy, ugly spider on his cheek. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Fifteen days alone in the Wind River Range in Wyoming, not seeing another living soul the entire time? Fifteen days of scrambling across scree fields, traversing open ridges, even doing a little free solo rock climbing despite what he'd promised his dad? He'd have to be a complete moron not to feel a little twinge of concern here and there. And Winthrop Wentworth Jr.-nineteen, the son of privilege-was not a complete moron.
Win had been on the road nonstop for ten months. Biking through Europe, surfing in Maui, scuba diving in Bonaire, skiing in the Alps, partying in Thailand. His father owned a hedge fund and a significant stake in three different sports teams and family vacations had tended toward butlers and private jets and water that you could drink without worrying about dysentery. But Win's dad had earned his money the hard way and liked the idea of his son taking a gap year before he started Yale. He wanted Win to have the year off that he was never able to take as a young man. So Win had a pair of credit cards with no spending limits and instructions to check in every week. He had started off right after high school graduation with five of his private school buddies, biking across Italy and then driving through the old Eastern Bloc countries. Every week or two a couple of friends would take off and a couple more would join on. That lasted through mid-August, when all his friends had headed home to get ready for college. Since then, it had just been Win. He didn't mind. He never had a problem making friends along the way.
It wasn't that Win was a
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particularly good-looking kid. He was tall, which was good, but kind of scrawny, which wasn't. But he was confident, he spoke French, Italian, and a smattering of Chinese, and he was genuinely interested in other people. And he was rich. Smacking down a black American Express Centurion Card or his gold-colored but just as heavy-sounding JPMorgan Chase Palladium Visa to buy a round or three, to hire a boat for the day for the seven other backpackers he'd just met in Phuket, or to buy a new suit and pay extra to have it tailored while he waited so he could take a woman twice his age to dinner at a very small, very exclusive restaurant in Paris, meant that he made friends wherever he went. It also meant he got laid a lot. Not a bad way to spend a year between high school and college.
But by the middle of the following April, all this adventure had started to drag at him a little. Despite his father's seemingly inexhaustible supply of money, Win had always been a hard worker. He'd actually earned the As he'd gotten in high school. He wasn't the most talented player on the basketball team, but he ran until he puked and was the first man off the bench. So he called his dad from a hotel in Switzerland and said he was pretty much ready to wrap things up. He was going to come home and intern at the hedge fund until he started school in the fall. But first, he wanted to take a solo backpacking trip in the Wind River Range. Fifteen days of just him and his pack, a little something to clear his head.
And it had worked. As he hiked, he could feel the residues of booze and pot clearing out through his pores. By the third day, he felt fresh and sharp again, and by the fifth day, he was climbing some easy lines. His dad had made him prom
But by the middle of the following April, all this adventure had started to drag at him a little. Despite his father's seemingly inexhaustible supply of money, Win had always been a hard worker. He'd actually earned the As he'd gotten in high school. He wasn't the most talented player on the basketball team, but he ran until he puked and was the first man off the bench. So he called his dad from a hotel in Switzerland and said he was pretty much ready to wrap things up. He was going to come home and intern at the hedge fund until he started school in the fall. But first, he wanted to take a solo backpacking trip in the Wind River Range. Fifteen days of just him and his pack, a little something to clear his head.
And it had worked. As he hiked, he could feel the residues of booze and pot clearing out through his pores. By the third day, he felt fresh and sharp again, and by the fifth day, he was climbing some easy lines. His dad had made him prom
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Autoren-Porträt von Ezekiel Boone
Boone, Ezekiel Ezekiel Boone lives in upstate New York with his wife and children. He is the internationally bestselling author of The Hatching, Skitter, and Zero Day.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Ezekiel Boone
- 2017, 352 Seiten, Masse: 15,1 x 23 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Simon & Schuster US
- ISBN-10: 1501167030
- ISBN-13: 9781501167034
- Erscheinungsdatum: 24.04.2017
Sprache:
Englisch
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