Results 1-3 of 44
His frown softened to a reproving gaze and he turned away, staring out at the
clouds of white dust settling around the van. "We should be there in another half
hour," she said. "And then I'll fix us some lunch." He sighed but didn't comment.
By the time she had crossed the veve to the spot where Donnell had fallen, he
was sitting up and staring at the blasted cypress. Blood streamed from his nostrils
. She jumped down beside him, held his head, and pinched his nostrils to
Sputtering, the Yoalo propped himself up on an elbow, staring off in Donnell's
direction. Except for the fact that his eyes were dark, betraying no hint of green,
he was the spitting image of Jack Richmond. Skull-featured, thin to the point of ...
What people are saying - Write a review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - dukedom_enough - www.librarything.com
We've been taught in recent years to think of mindless brain-eaters when we hear the word "zombies". In 1984, Shepard's first novel inverted the stereotype. A secret medical project, hidden in the ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - dbsovereign - www.librarything.com
I just don't like zombies, sorry...Not a bad book, sort of reminded me of Shelley's _Frankenstein_. Read full review