The Misrule series Box Set by Andy Graham

Author:Andy Graham [Graham, Andy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-06T22:00:00+00:00

Clods of earth burst from the ground behind Seth. He dropped the shackles. White noise and a raucous light exploded at his feet. Ray’s ankle caved underneath him and he smacked into the ground, the air leaving his lungs with a grunt. Shouts punctured the air. Screams. Instructions. Warnings.

A bunch of people in balaclavas and mismatched clothing sprinted from the treeline clutching a ragged array of weapons. One man was wearing a beret, bullets booming from pistols held in both hands. Brennan raised his own revolver. A spray of red droplets smeared through the air. An attacker fell.

Seth rammed the external bolt home on the back door of the truck. The metal shimmered in waves. Little fists pounded it from the inside as the kids wailed for help.

Ray lunged for Seth, the bright spark of pain from his ankle distant. He collided with the legionnaire. Knocked him off balance. Ray looped his arms around the other man’s thigh. He drove his weight into the ground, through the pain in his legs. Ray upended the burly trooper over his own shoulder and Seth thudded into the ground. His lips twisted into a snarl. He grabbed the hilt of his knife. As Ray swung his leg forwards to kick Seth, his ankle twitched. He stumbled. His boot glanced off Seth’s head. The Unsung moaned and rolled to one side, dazed but awake, his fingers still clamped around the knife.

The rigid sound of gunfire rattled through the air. Brennan was down on one knee, firing at the weaving targets. Orr rolled to his feet. Scorch marks and black dust were smeared across his face.

“Help, help us!” The voices of the children were muffled and tinny, broken by terrified sobs.

Ray slid the bolt free. The door swung open. Fresh tear tracks scored their faces. It carved lines through the mud and the fear that was stripping the childhood from them. The boy leapt into his arms. The girl hung back, her blonde curls twitching from side to side. “I’m scared. I want Mummy.”

“Jump!”

Seth staggered to his feet, a crimson splash on his temple.

“I’m scared.” The girl backed off, shuffling farther back into the van. There was a thud of rotor blades, a sudden gust of wind as a chopper appeared over the forest.

“You have to jump,” Ray shouted. His ankle quivered, threatening to pull him down to the ground. His back pain was starting to stir, twitching hot fingers grasping for the bones in his spine.

Seth’s fingers tightened around his knife hilt. The blade, jagged and triangular, blinked in the midmorning sun. It was a Mennai weapon. What’s Seth doing with one of those? The part of Ray’s mind that was racing through his options knew exactly why Seth had such a blade — Ray had seen firsthand the types of wounds they left.

Seth took a step forwards, his limbs swimming in the rotor wash, his eyes unfocused.

The boy twisted in Ray’s arms, shifting his centre of balance. Ray’s back and ankle gave out. He crumpled face down to the ground.

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