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by Jonathan Maberry


  The ghosts did not touch Grey. But they tore the necromancer’s soul from his body and dragged it down through the mud into the earth and down to Hell itself. Deray’s scream lingered for a long time, a stain on the day.

  It was done.

  Done.

  And Grey knew that he was done, too. Now it was his time to make that long journey down into the burning Pit. Like Deray, his time had come to pay for his crimes.

  In his shattered chest, Grey’s heart beat once. Twice.

  A third time. Like the ringing of a fractured bell. Slower with each beat.

  Brother Joe knelt beside him and made the sign of the cross in the air. He was weeping.

  So was Looks Away.

  And behind him was another figure, another woman. Voluptuous, with dark hair and emerald green eyes, and an inner light that burned with blue-white purity. Veronica.

  Then she came and knelt down, pushing Brother Joe out of the way. She. Annabelle. Jenny. Both of them in one. She bent down to kiss his face, his eyes, his lips.

  “Death isn’t the end,” she whispered, and then she said, “I love you.”

  He could only manage one more word.

  “Love…”

  It was enough. His heart beat again. And again.

  And then no more.

  Grey Torrance felt himself float free of the broken shell, and a curtain of darkness fell over him, over the world, over everything.

  Epilogue

  -1-

  The summer burned away and fall came early to Paradise Falls. It was short and harsh and followed by a bitter winter. Snows fell deep and often and winds howled through the canyons and clefts.

  But the winds were the winds. No spirits or demons lent their voices to those screams.

  When spring came, it too was early. Rains fell heavily. No frogs or snakes. By mid-April there was green grass in the fields and flowers exploding along the sides of the trails.

  The new bridge was strong and wagons rumbled across it every day, bringing supplies from all over the region. Bringing families of farmers. Bringing miners and a legion of scientists and their apprentices to work at the big factory Doctor Saint had built. Every store and building and house in Paradise Falls wore new coats of paint, and every person wore the finest of clothes. Larders were full and no one wanted for a thing.

  The story of the richest find of ghost rock, gold, platinum, and other precious metals was news around the world. Hopeful prospectors flooded the town, but not a single one of them seemed able to find a good place to stake a claim. And no one in town seemed willing to explain just exactly where they’d dug up all those rocks and metals. Paradise Falls was a happy town, but a secretive one. It kept itself to itself.

  Of a Sunday, though, everyone in town was in church, weeping for the dead, and thanking God for their salvation, and their bounty.

  Thomas Looks Away did not go to church. He spent his Sunday mornings walking the grounds of his new estate. The damage from the attack had been repaired, and the vaults deep underground had been mostly emptied, their contents shared equally with the other survivors.

  Mostly, but not entirely.

  Even when he’d measured out equal shares with every man, woman, and child who had been standing after the battle, he still had a little over a ton of gold left for himself.

  Life was good. And, if he spent a lot of time alone, talking to the shadows in empty rooms, no one commented. Not even when passers-by heard a woman’s voice speaking to him from those very shadows.

  Brother Joe had been restored to full office and now ran his rebuilt church with equal measures fervor and humility.

  -2-

  On the sunlit porch of the Pearl farmhouse, Grey Torrance rocked slowly in his favorite chair and read the papers brought in from Salt Lake, Lost Angels, and even as far away as New York. It was a strange and busy world. Bad things were happening, but bad things always happened. There were wars and rumors of wars. There were fantastical machines. And there were reports of aborted coups in a dozen foreign countries.

  He smiled and reached for his coffee cup. Like most things he did, Grey lifted the cup carefully. Even now, seven months on, his body hurt in more places than he could count, and he knew that some of those aches would never really go away. Some hurts could not be healed.

  Others though …

  Well, there was less pain in some places than he had any right to expect. Less agony in his chest, his heart. His soul.

  He laid his paper in his lap, sipped his coffee, and looked out at the day. A man walked down the street toward the house. Tall and pale, with iron gray hair and broad shoulders. He paused only for a moment to pass the time of day with Doctor Saint. They both glanced his way, saw him watching, and nodded. He returned the nod.

  Then the little scientist headed back toward his lab and Lucky Bob strolled off toward Mrs. O’Malley’s place, where dinner would be waiting.

  That was a strange arrangement, mused Grey. Strange, but not entirely without precedent. And, after all, Paradise Falls was a strange little town. It always would be. How could it not?

  “Penny for your thoughts,” said a voice and he turned to see her come out of the house. Blond curls and blue eyes and a smile that held so many wonderful mysteries.

  Grey laughed. “You can have them for free.”

  “And they are—?”

  “Just that it’s another beautiful day in Paradise.”

  Belle laughed.

  That’s what he called her. It had been what he’d started calling her during the long weeks when he hovered on the cliff between life and death. Not Jenny, not Annabelle. Just Belle. She’d accepted it. Or, they had accepted it. It became who this woman was.

  Life was so strange.

  She pulled her chair close to his and sat, taking his hand.

  “Another beautiful day in paradise,” she agreed.

  They sat and watched white clouds sail across the sky. And every once in a while they glanced at each other and smiled.

  About the Author

  JONATHAN MABERRY is a New York Times bestselling and multiple Bram Stoker Award–winning author, editor, and comic book writer. Maberry is probably best known for his Joe Ledger novels and his award-winning Rot & Ruin series for young adults. His books have sold in more than two dozen countries. He lives in Del Mar, California.

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  BOOKS BY JONATHAN MABERRY

  DEADLANDS: Ghostwalkers

  The Wolfman

  THE JOE LEDGER SERIES

  Patient Zero

  The Dragon Factory

  The King of Plagues

  Assassin’s Code

  Code Zero

  Extinction Machine

  Predator One

  Joe Ledger: Special Ops

  THE PINE DEEP TRILOGY

  Ghost Road Blues

  Dead Man’s Song

  Bad Moon Rising

  Darkness on the Edge of Town: Stories of Pine Deep

  THE ROT & RUIN SERIES

  Rot & Ruin

  Dust & Decay

  Flesh & Bone

  Fire & Ash

  Bits & Pieces

  THE DEAD OF NIGHT SERIES

  Dead of Night

  Fall of Night

  THE NIGHTSIDERS

  The Orphan Army

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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Part One: Blue Fire

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4<
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  Illustration

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Illustration

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Part Two: The Maze

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Illustration

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Illustration

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Illustration

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Illustration

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Illustration

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Part Three: A Man of Wealth and Taste

  Chapter 64

  Illustration

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Part Four: What We Die For

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Illustration

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Illustration

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Books by Jonathan Maberry

  Copyright

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  DEADLANDS: GHOSTWALKERS

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  Cover art by Aaron Riley

  Interior art by Steve Ellis, with thanks to Richard P. Clark

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