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Homicidal Aliens and Other Disappointments by Brian Yansky - Chapter Sampler

Homicidal Aliens and Other Disappointments by Brian Yansky - Chapter Sampler

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Published by Candlewick Press
Homicidal Aliens and Other Disappointments by Brian Yansky - Chapter Sampler

The reluctant hero from Alien Invasion and Other Inconveniences is back in all his droll glory — and this time the fate of humankind is on the line. (Ages 14 and up)
Homicidal Aliens and Other Disappointments by Brian Yansky - Chapter Sampler

The reluctant hero from Alien Invasion and Other Inconveniences is back in all his droll glory — and this time the fate of humankind is on the line. (Ages 14 and up)

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Published by: Candlewick Press on Oct 23, 2013
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 Ater I kill Lord Vertenomous, we load up the trucks, lay-ing the bodies o the dead all together in one truck bed,then drive up a windy mountain road that ends, mileslater, at a ski lodge parking lot. The rebels drive theirtrucks and cars and motorcycles right up to the edge o the thick pine orest, where we all hop out. A ew reb-els cover the vehicles with tree branches. Some othersstay with the bodies. The rest o us ollow a wide pathinto the pines and up the mountain rom the lodge. Inthe lead is Doc, the old, white-haired guy who convincedthe other rebels to let me, Lauren, and Catlin join theirgroup. Following close on his heels is the blond guy about my age who didn’t want to let us join the rebels. The sky is blue, the air resh and clean. There’s a sweetsmell, sweet taste. I close my eyes and try to pretend I’mjust a lucky camper taking a walk in the woods.
 
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I start to hear some o my ellow rebels’ randomthoughts, which pretty much ruin the camper antasy. The mundane and the terrible whisper all around me.
I-wish-I-had-an--apple.I-miss-my-phone.More-dead.-More-always-dead.Why-can’t-we-drive-closer-to-camp?Need-a-bath.That-guy-in-front-of-me-denitely-needs-a-bath.Dead.-We’ll-all-be-dead-soon.I’m-so-afraid.
 Then I hear a scream. I crouch and cover my ears.But it’s not a real scream; it’s a scream inside some-one’s mind, and it’s being projected directly into
my 
 mind. I see what they see. I see the ace o one o thedead, and I experience losing someone I love, throughthis other mind, again. I’m alone like they’re alone theway losing someone separates you so completely romeveryone else and I think o my parents and riendsand all those I’ve lost, and I curse under my breath(sorry, Mom) that someone makes me eel that lossagain.I hear more voices, eel more pain as the newsspreads. I try to shove that pain back on those who orceit at me. Then the voices do ade. I still hear them, but it’s notlike beore. They’re the low mumble o a distant crowd.

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