Contents
The Completed Purge of Babylon Series
Also by Sam Sisavath
The Spears of Laconia
About The Spears of Laconia
Book One
1. Frank
2. Gaby
3. Lara
4. Keo
5. Gaby
6. Lara
7. Gaby
8. Keo
9. Gaby
10. Frank
Book Two
11. Gaby
12. Keo
13. Gaby
14. Frank
15. Keo
16. Lara
17. Gaby
18. Keo
19. Lara
20. Gaby
Book Three
21. Keo
22. Gaby
23. Keo
24. Frank
25. Keo
26. Gaby
27. Keo
28. Gaby
29. Keo
Epilogue
The Horns of Avalon
About The Horns of Avalon
Prologue
Book One
1. Keo
2. Lara
3. Gaby
4. Keo
5. Gaby
6. Keo
7. Lara
8. Gaby
9. Frank
Book Two
10. Lara
11. Gaby
12. Lara
13. Gaby
14. Lara
15. Gaby
16. Lara
17. Gaby
18. Frank
Book Three
19. Keo
20. Lara
21. Keo
22. Gaby
23. Keo
24. Lara
25. Keo
26. Lara
27. Keo
28. Gaby
Epilogue
The Bones of Valhalla
About The Bones of Valhalla
Acknowledgements
Book One
1. Lara
2. Will
3. Gaby
4. Lara
5. Will
6. Lara
7. Gaby
8. Lara
Book Two
9. Keo
10. Gaby
11. Lara
12. Keo
13. Gaby
14. Lara
15. Gaby
16. Keo
17. Lara
18. Keo
19. Lara
20. Gaby
21. Keo
22. Will
Book Three
23. Keo
24. Gaby
25. Lara
26. Keo
27. Gaby
28. Keo
29. Will
30. Keo
31. Will
32. Lara
Epilogue
The Completed Purge of Babylon Series
The Purge of Babylon: A Novel of Survival
The Gates of Byzantium
The Stones of Angkor
The Walls of Lemuria Collection (Keo Prequel)
The Fires of Atlantis
The Ashes of Pompeii
The Isles of Elysium
The Spears of Laconia
The Horns of Avalon
The Bones of Valhalla
Mason’s War (A Purge of Babylon Story)
Also by Sam Sisavath
The Road to Babylon Post-Apocalyptic Series
Glory Box
Bombtrack
Rooster
Devil’s Haircut
Black
The Distance
Hollow
Daybreak
The Ranch
100 Deep
The After The Purge: Vendetta Trilogy
Requiem
Tokens
Remains
The After The Purge: AKA John Smith Series
Mist City
Run or Fight
Shoot Last
The Allie Krycek Vigilante Series
Hunter/Prey
Saint/Sinner
Finders/Keepers
Savior/Corruptor
The Red Sky Conspiracy Series
Most Wanted
The Devil You Know
The Fall Man Post-Apocalyptic Series
The Break
Homefront
Firebase
About The Spears of Laconia
Copyright (c) 2015 Sam Sisavath
Sometimes you have to make a stand.
They’ve been relentlessly hounded ever since The Purge decimated the world, and every day since has been a struggle to stay one step ahead of the enemy.
Keo has returned, claiming to have information that can turn the tide of war against the ghouls. Lara wants nothing more than to strike back, but she has other problems: Will has yet to make contact, and a team she’s sent on an important mission has gone off the radar.
Meanwhile, Texas becomes a battlefield as a new force rises to challenge the rule of the ghouls and their human collaborators. Led by a mysterious leader, this new threat has the firepower to cripple the enemy, but their cure might be worse than the disease.
Caught between two destructive forces, Lara, Keo, and their friends will have to make a choice—fall in line or forge their own path—before the decision is made for them.
A year after The Purge, any chance of victory will rest on the tips of the Spears, and those fearless enough to wield them…
Book One
Rest Your Weary Head
1
Frank
“You can’t win.”
He ignored the voice. It had become easier with time, and like everything else about his new existence—this thing he called life after death (Re-life?)—it was about balancing acceptance with resistance, trying to hold onto the past while not neglecting the present. Because the here and now was where the danger lurked; it was also here that the answer to the future was within his grasp.
“You must know that by now. After all you’ve seen, all you’ve learned.”
There was something odd about the voice these last few weeks, a guarded hesitation that hadn’t been there when it first spoke to him in the early days. It wasn’t fear—no, he wouldn’t go that far—but it didn’t sound nearly as certain as it once had been, either.
“She understood. Why did you think she came over? She opened the door, remember?”
Yes, he remembered. Kate had opened the door, dooming them. Almost.
Whatever happened to Kate?
Oh, that’s right. He had killed her, that night outside the gas station. How long ago now? He couldn’t remember at the moment, but it would come to him. It always did, eventually.
“Talk to me.”
It was growing annoyed, the warning tone of a parent cajoling an uncooperative child while at the same time letting him know that it was losing patience. It wanted him to respond, because that was how it would track him. It had taken him a long time to learn how to erect the barrier inside his mind. But he had adapted. He always did.
Letters. An acronym. SE…something.
Memories came and went, sometimes garbled, other times clear as the crystal blue of her eyes, the glint of the sun against her blonde hair.
It helped to think of her. To concentrate on the smoothness of her skin. He longed to touch her again, to press against and taste her lips...
“Whatever it takes,” he had said, “whatever happens, you won’t have to face another night alone.”
He’d said that to her, one of many unkept promises that haunted his nights and terrorized his days. He
’d failed her then, but he could make up for it. He could save her; save everyone.
And all they had to do was find him.
Mabry.
He was the key. The beginning and the end. He was the voice in all their heads. In his head.
Mabry was the one constant. He was the eternal. Everywhere, and nowhere.
“I’ll find you,” Mabry said to him now inside his head. “You can’t run forever.”
He focused on the surrounding blackness, on the things that moved and thrived within the endless folds of darkness that he wouldn’t have been able to see before. They were out there, swarms of them, clear as day—even though he had forgotten what day looked like, or the warmth of the sun against his skin.
They had been on his trail for months now, but their pursuit had increased in intensity in just the last few weeks. It was as if Mabry knew what he was trying to do. Was that possible? Were there holes in his barrier that he hadn’t detected? Was Mabry burrowing around inside his mind this very second?
No. He couldn’t afford this right now, because doubt was the enemy. He had to forge ahead, follow the original plan, because there was no victory without a plan…Z?
It came from somewhere in the recesses of his mind, deep, deep down in that place where pieces of his past slumbered, waiting to be resurrected.
Something about plans. Letters. A through Z…
He shook the jumbled thoughts away. It would come to him later.
Back to the present. Back to the now.
He could smell them all the way up here, the stench of their existence carried upward by the breeze that washed across all the rooftops from the ocean beyond the city limits. He could almost taste it, the bitter salt water against the tip of his tongue, sending strange sensations (fear?) through every inch of his body.
Their dark shapes vanished and reappeared out of office buildings, stores, and apartments. They were little more than tiny dots, like insignificant ants against the moonlit night. He had higher ground and could glimpse the entire city from up here. Safe on his perch, though he knew very well he would never be entirely safe. None of them were, so long as he was out there.
Mabry.
He was the key. The everything and the nothing, the beginning and the end; at once nowhere, and everywhere…
A soft click as the man came out of the rooftop access door and moved across the gravel floor toward him. The attempt at stealth was laudable, but he might as well be dropping firecrackers with every footstep. That, and the aroma of medical ointment over old wounds was impossible to ignore.
The rustling of a thick jacket as the man lay down on his stomach next to him and peered off the edge of the rooftop with a pair of night-vision binoculars. Mist formed in front of his partly covered face with every word, the taste of beef jerky still lingering on his lips even though the man probably couldn’t smell it.
But he could smell it just fine, just as he could hear conversations multiple floors below or above him, or feel the rough or smooth texture of things without touching them. Everything was hyper-realized, all his senses razor sharp. They were the gifts that came with the curse, that made him more than what he was, though he would forego them all without hesitation if it meant he could be what he once was.
“Can you see them?” the man asked. “They were supposed to have arrived by now.”
“No,” he hissed.
He hated having to talk, hated the noise that came out with every single word. They were just another reminder of what he was. As a result, he tried to say as little as possible, which was difficult because communication with the man was necessary.
“Can you see that far?” the man asked.
“No.”
“I thought you had super everything. I guess laser beams are out of the question, huh?”
He didn’t bother to answer that one.
“You ever get cold?” the man asked.
“No.”
“I guess you wouldn’t. Being both hot and cold. How does that even work, anyway?”
“I don’t know.”
“You ever think about it?”
“No.”
It was a lie. He often thought about what the transformation had done to him, but it always ended in frustration. He knew that it did things to him at a cellular level, but the details were beyond his understanding. He was a grunt before, and he was one now. Maybe she would know. Maybe he could ask her when he finally saw her again.
The man adjusted his position, his clothes scratching against the rooftop. “Looks like a party down there. How many?”
“Too many.”
“How the hell do they keep finding us?”
“I don’t know.”
“You?”
“Maybe.”
“Or us?”
“Maybe…”
The man pushed himself up into a sitting position, then opened a pouch along his cargo pants and took out an almost empty bag of beef jerky. He pulled out a stick and chewed (too loud) on it for a moment.
The stink of preserved meat made his nostrils twitch and reminded him that he no longer yearned for food as he once had. There was enough blood (Mabry’s) flowing through him that he could survive for months, maybe even years. When he did thirst, it was easily satisfied with animal blood. Two cows in Louisiana, a pair of horses in Texas…
“You thought this through?” the man said after a while. “You’re not who you once were, you know. What’s to stop the Ranger from shooting first and listening to you never?”
“You’ll convince them.”
“I was afraid you’d say that.” A brief pause, with only the man’s soft breathing and calm heartbeat from under his clothes to fill the void. “Did you ever wonder that maybe it’s better for her—for all of them—if they stayed away from Texas?”
“She has to know...”
“So you keep saying, but she’s not the woman you remember.” Another pause. “I’m just saying, this reunion might not work out the way you hope.”
Another stick of jerky, followed by crunching and swallowing.
He looked down at the silhouetted forms racing back and forth below. They were free to roam and explore, to search every hole for him. But, like him, they would soon have to seek shelter, because the sun would be here.
How long had it been since he’d seen the sun? Months. It had been months, even though it felt like centuries.
“You miss it, don’t you?” the man asked.
“Yes.”
“You ever tempted to just say ‘Fuck it,’ and step into the light, so to speak?”
Tempted? Yes. It was worse in the early days, like an itch he couldn’t scratch, a siren’s call beckoning him to let it all go, to let her go. But he couldn’t. He had failed to keep his promises, but he could still save her, even if it meant prolonging this miserable existence.
“Whatever it takes,” he had said, “whatever happens, you won’t have to face another night alone.”
“No,” he hissed.
“I don’t believe you,” the man said.
“Believe what you want.”
“Gee, thanks, I’ll do that.”
Another click as the woman came out to join them. He had smelled her when she was still in the stairwell and heard her soft, careful footsteps from five floors down. Her heartbeat accelerated slightly under her winter clothing as she emerged into the open night, but he knew it wasn’t the cold air—it was the sight of him.
It was why he wore the trench coat when he was around them, with the hoodie covering most of his face, only his eyes peering out from under the frayed brim. It seemed to work with the man, but then the man was an odd one. Weeks later, and the woman was still trying to get used to being around him.
“Did they show up yet?” she whispered to the man. He didn’t know why she was whispering. Up here, the black eyes wouldn’t be able to hear them anyway.
“Don’t know,” the man said.
“He can’t see the ocean from here?”
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br /> “Apparently he can’t see that far.”
“Hunh.”
“What I said.”
“What about our other friends?”
“I don’t think they’re going anywhere anytime soon, but they’re definitely tracking us.”
“How?”
“Haven’t figured that part out yet.”
“Well, let me know when you do.”
“That might take a while.”
“Goes without saying.”
The man snorted. “Anything going on downstairs?”
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