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Mullin Mike
Книга "Ashen Winter"
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By Mike Mullin ...
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By Mike Mullin ...
Published by Tanglewood Publishing, Inc., 2012 Text © Mike Mullin ...
For Mom ...
Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 ...
Chapter 1 Ten months had passed since I’d last seen the sun. The rich blue of that fina...
Chapter 2 I was dead. He was too far away for me to rush him, too close for the bullet ...
Chapter 3 I collapsed into the snowbank. Not a good idea when it’s below zero. But I di...
Chapter 4 We ate a huge breakfast. Duck eggs scrambled with kale from our farm and ham ...
Chapter 5 Bikezilla fell sideways behind us and slid partway back down the slope. I lif...
Chapter 6 “Take it easy,” I said, trying to pitch my voice low and calm. “No need for a...
Chapter 7 Darla must have seen the rifles, too, because she slammed on the brakes. I go...
Chapter 8 An hour and a half later we were back in Warren. It was aggravating that more...
Chapter 9 Dr. McCarthy returned to the office early the next morning. He poked his head...
Chapter 10 Darla’s snoring woke me. She didn’t snore all the time, but when she did, sh...
Chapter 11 When Darla woke, we packed Bikezilla, said goodbye to Dr. McCarthy, and head...
Chapter 12 By bedtime I was exhausted and sore. Everyone else started to bed down on th...
Chapter 13 Later, Darla lay on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder. Despite the ...
Chapter 14 Early the next morning we set to work repacking Bikezilla. By the time we we...
Chapter 15 The soldiers were as busy as ants. Darla and I stood in plain sight, but a l...
Chapter 16 We stood simultaneously, and Darla rammed the barrel of the shotgun through ...
Chapter 17 I glanced back. A Humvee was rolling down the embankment we’d just flown dow...
Chapter 18 The Humvee was about a mile south of us but racing north fast. Both banks of...
Chapter 19 Without hesitation or forethought, I jumped. I stretched out in a flying lea...
Chapter 20 I kicked out, bashing my toes against the tree trunk. Feet scrabbling agains...
Chapter 21 I stripped off Darla’s panties and socks, so she stood bottomless in the fro...
Chapter 22 I saw Darla’s shoulders trembling and said, “Let’s pick up the pace.” ...
Chapter 23 I struggled to stay alert, trudging back and forth beside the fire. When I s...
Chapter 24 “What are you doing?” I yelled. “I am sick . . .” The hatchet thunked ...
Chapter 25 The next morning I tried the wheat again. The pan was warm from sitting by t...
Chapter 26 “Is that . . .?” I asked. “It’s too thin to be a cow’s leg,” Darla whi...
Chapter 27 I elbowed Darla, but she was already awake. The pop-pop of gunfire was faint...
Chapter 28 Darla fell from the overpass and landed on her back with a whump of compress...
Chapter 29 I saw Darla’s face, hair streaming past, as she fell away from me. But now s...
Chapter 30 Inside City Hall there was a reception room with a desk. One wall was comple...
Chapter 31 As we trudged away from the school, I heard a burst of far-off gunfire. I dr...
Chapter 32 Rita Mae was already flipping through the papers. “Goodwin . . . Hailey . . ...
Chapter 33 “What do you mean?” Rita Mae said. “Lift the bar and pull that gate open. Th...
Chapter 34 The only way I knew to get to Cascade, where Darla had been shot, was by fol...
Chapter 35 Most of the guy’s body was hidden by the sleeping bag, but judging by the wa...
Chapter 36 “Hey, who’s there?” a voice yelled from the direction of the fire. I s...
Chapter 37 I thought through my options. That didn’t take long—I could sit, wait, and h...
Chapter 38 The shed was suddenly silent. I heard footsteps coming closer. “Who’s there?...
Chapter 39 I skidded to a stop. I was less than ten feet from the door. When the driver...
Chapter 40 My backpack rubbed on the packed snow rushing by beneath me. I clung despera...
Chapter 41 I moaned, not knowing or caring if the Peckerwoods in the cab could hear. My...
Chapter 42 Something shifted in my backpack, and I heard a clunk behind me. I pulled my...
Chapter 43 The two mechanics walked over and started unloading the truck parts. They we...
Chapter 44 The clanging noise was so close it sounded as if it were coming from within ...
Chapter 45 That truck wasn’t going to leave the garage without me. Either I’d be on it,...
Chapter 46 The truck picked up speed as we left the prison compound. It roared through ...
Chapter 47 The world spun around me, a jumble of yellow-gray sky, snow, and forest-gree...
Chapter 48 The pistol wavered, dipping and bobbing as the driver struggled to hold it s...
Chapter 49 All the oxygen left my lungs, replaced by disbelief and pain. Like I’d taken...
Chapter 50 Ben wandered around the truck, muttering. “What?” I asked. He di...
Chapter 51 “There’s a truck behind us!” I yelled. “I told you about the truck,” B...
Chapter 52 I was thrown against the steering wheel, but the lap belt kept me from flyin...
Chapter 53 Within minutes, Ben quieted down considerably. Alyssa had a gauze pad in one...
Chapter 54 “There’s no jack,” I told Alyssa. “We have to walk.” “Ben can’t walk,”...
Chapter 55 Alyssa backed up a step, eyeing me warily. “I . . . I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...
Chapter 56 When I awoke, Alyssa was up, cooking corn porridge for breakfast while Ben t...
Chapter 57 The man was lean and grizzled, his scraggly beard frosted white. His brown C...
Chapter 58 I woke with a start. Something had touched my head. I slept using my backpac...
Chapter 59 “Get down!” I yelled as I ducked below the driver’s window. I figured ...
Chapter 60 A sparse light filtered through the small grate at the top of the cargo hold...
Chapter 61 My world lit up despite the dim light—fired into Technicolor brilliance by m...
Chapter 62 By that night, we’d worn down Alyssa’s resistance. She wandered up and down ...
Chapter 63 I finally got a few hours of fitful sleep after breakfast. A draft of frozen...
Chapter 64 I burst from under the tent in an explosive lunge, reaching the closest of t...
Chapter 65 I found Ben in the breakfast line. “I need to talk to you,” I whispered. ...
Chapter 66 I napped uneasily the rest of the day. Every time I woke up, I looked to whe...
Chapter 67 One of the prefects Dad had assigned to watch the gate sprinted up to us. I ...
Chapter 68 I had to ask three different prefects for directions, and even then wound up...
Chapter 69 Getting the supplies turned out to be much easier than I’d anticipated. A lo...
Chapter 70 I stepped back and shouted. But a dozen more guys in camo were already emerg...
Chapter 71 Levitov reappeared in the doorway to the maintenance tent. “How? You’ve got ...
Chapter 72 It didn’t happen. The next day we were trapped in the infirmary. Black Lake ...
Chapter 73 The woman raised the rifle to her shoulder. I dove right and Dad dove left, ...
Chapter 74 Shards of concrete flew off the corner. Dad had barely gotten clear in time....
Chapter 75 In the morning, we had to face the problem of the VW Bug. “Maybe we could ro...
Chapter 76 “Are you insane?” I asked. “That would be like lighting a fire under a bomb!...
Chapter 77 Dad and Ben thought Alyssa’s idea was genius. I tried to talk her out of it,...
Chapter 78 “You shoot and you’re dead.” Incredibly, Dad was smiling, too. “You’re...
Chapter 79 “Waste him,” Wolfe ordered. “This isn’t some game!” Mom screamed as sh...
Chapter 80 I had to know for sure. There was a bike just inside the garage doors, parts...
Chapter 81 The air burst with gunfire—the crazed sewing-machine rattle of the assault r...
Chapter 82 Both trucks had guns mounted on top of their cabs and a pair of guys standin...
Chapter 83 “Let’s get out of here,” I said. It was weird, not being able to hear myself...
Chapter 84 Rita Mae returned in less than an hour, carrying a backpack stuffed with foo...
Chapter 85 I slammed the shifter into reverse and backed down the hill, out of sight fr...
Chapter 86 Dr. McCarthy followed me outside. “You okay?” I was kneeling in the sn...
Author’s Note The severity of the volcanic winter that would follow a supervolcano erup...
Acknowledgments The process of creating Ashen Winter led me to a host of subjects that ...
About the Author Photo by Larry Endircott ...
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