***Blurb coming soon
I LOVE Claire C. Riley’s Odium series!!! LOVE, WORSHIP, OBSESS. Thinking about the series gives me a general happy feeling. Because Claire gets readers like me. She gets that we want gore, violence, and romance in our zombie books. So when she told me she wanted me to post something about Odium III, I was like, HELLZ YEAH! And I’m not gonna lie, I read it before I posted it. And held that info in for a full 24 hours. Cause I’m a mean person like that.
ODIUM III The Dead Saga Excerpt
By Claire C. Riley
I reached the first one, side-stepping as it stretched its one bony arm for me, the other arm was barely a nub of bone left jutting out of its socket, yet it still moved. I managed to get behind it and I raised my katana high, slamming it through the back of the deader’s neck before it could turn around. The force of my blow knocked it to its knees, but it didn’t cut it all the way through, and I grunted as I struggled to wrench the katana free from the thick flesh and bone of its neck. I pressed down, begging the sword not to snap.
Finally the blade cut right through and the head fell from its shoulders with a resounding splat. The body slumped forward with a thud and thick black gore which smelled like rotten eggs and three day old sewage pumped slowly from out of the hole in its neck. The mouth of the head continued to snap, and I slammed my sword through the side of its temple to end the deader’s eternal misery and then I moved on to the next one.
Nova was surrounded by two deader’s and the ankle biter, and I hurried across to help her. I jogged to her side, ignoring my own slow moving deader and I stabbed through the ankle biter’s skull. Ankle biters are scary, because you never freaking saw them coming. I had drawn the attention of Nova’s two deader’s but she stabbed one in the back of the skull before it could even take a step towards me, and the other followed swiftly afterwards.
I turned back to my one, side-stepping it and letting it follow me until its back was to Nova. She used both knives to hack either side of its neck in one swift movement and the head popped up into the air like a jumping bean and landed on the ground with a small thud. It was still moving, the jaws snapping away as it persistently tried to get to me and I grimaced. It was possibly once a fairly attractive male. Cloudy blue eyes stare up at me hungrily, it’s teeth still relatively normal instead of broken and black. Even its skin, though pale and sallow, was at least still covering the full face, instead of having rotted away in parts, leaving us with a gory view of what lay underneath. I presumed this man had died from other injuries than the more standard facial bites which got a lot of people killed.
Nova’s boot made contact with the head and sent it flying through the air and into the fields to the left of us. Black blood trailed through the sky in an arc and she whooped and fist pumped the air.
“Touch down!” She yelled ridiculously. She raised her hand in an attempt to high five me.
“That’s not cool. You need to go find that head and end it.” I bent down and wiped my blade across the now headless deader’s body, cleaning it free of the gore.
“What? Why?” She bent down and cleaned her knives on a different deader’s back. “You’re just miserable. You’re always miserable, especially when you’re sick.” She huffed.
“That may be, but you can’t leave a dangerous head out in the wild like that. What if someone is walking through here and doesn’t see it. What then? A dangerous head like that could kill someone.” I scowled and stood back up releasing a hearty sneeze. “Go find the damn head.”
Nova stood back up, giving me a hard glare. “No, you go find the damn head if it’s so important to you.” She turned away and started looking through the pockets of another of the re-dead at our feet, looking for anything useful. “No one would be stupid enough to walk through a field barefoot anyway. People wear shoes, Nina!” She pocketed several items, not bothering to show me what they are, which only pissed me off more since we were supposed to be sharing everything.
“That’s a dangerous head, Nova. Go kill it.” I bent back down and started to fumble in my deader’s pockets, finding some gum and a lighter, plus a picture of a pretty woman. The picture does nothing to temper my growing anger. “Do they not deserve any goddamn respect?” I muttered to myself more than her. So I’m surprised when Nova replied.
“No, no they don’t. I hate them all and they deserve to die a horrible death.”
My eyes snapped to hers. “You’re being a dick now.”
“Since when did you become a Union leader for the Undead society? These aren’t human anymore.” She snarled.
© Claire C. Riley 2015
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