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“That’s a very good question! And the answer is that we call our home New Earth because we know that it is coming. Girls, this sick and ruined world is ending very soon and only a select number of people will get to live in the new one. Do you understand?”
Damn we starting atrong
“Wynter, how does Fancy Nancy fit into our heavenly family?”
A solid question kestral
Which is why I didn’t know when Mom got sick.
:O
Or is this what it means to be in Hell—having to hear and see Magnus in everything? “So what’s it like?” Lauren says. “What’s what like?” I ask. “Being in a cult.” “Lauren!” Julie says, glancing in the rearview mirror.
Yes
Or is this what it means to be in Hell—having to hear and see Magnus in everything? “So what’s it like?” Lauren says. “What’s what like?” I ask. “Being in a cult.” “Lauren!” Julie says, glancing in the rearview mirror.
O shit lauren
“Which reminds me,” Julie says, squeezing my fingers, “I need to tell you something. Your father passed away a couple years ago.” “How?” I hear myself ask. “Shot himself in the head.”
Omg julie chill
Because it was far easier to rationalize what didn’t make sense than accept the truth glaring me in the eye.
Fair
Three weeks later, two marriages were announced at the first fall service: Jaclyn’s, to Magnus. And mine.
: O
Jaclyn would marry Magnus in twelve days. Two weeks after which, I was to marry Elder Decaro. Shae’s dad.
Ew
I thought about the guy who had asked if I was all right. No man had ever done anything like that for me before. Of course that wasn’t true. Magnus and Jesus had saved me from eternal fire.
Sad
Faith had never been about being perfect—good thing for me—but about being more perfect than a world on the cusp of being devoured. The spiritual equivalent of outrunning the person behind you when getting chased by a bear.
so tru girl
TWO DAYS LATER, Shon’s summer fellowship project—and its $6,000 stipend—went up in smoke when his samples and their data went missing.
Interesting
A short time later, Magnolia exclaimed, “How am I supposed to know what kind of nails we need when nobody specifies?” I glanced up as she held up a request form where someone had written only “Nails.”
Relatable
“Listen,” he says on speakerphone. “I’m not supposed to be sharing this—we’re waiting for confirmation. But it looks like the disease is transmitted through a strain of influenza.” “Then it’s good we all got our shots,” Julie says. I can practically hear Ken shaking his head as he blows out a sigh. “It’s an unusual strain not in this year’s vaccine. The shot might offer partial immunity, but right now there’s no effective vaccine.” Julie pales. “Flu season’s barely started . . .”
yikes
When he looked down at my hand in my lap, I thought for a minute he might take it. Instead, he slid a finger thoughtfully across the top of my knuckles, the tip of his tongue pressed against his upper teeth. “Isn’t Wynter beautiful, Enzo?” he asked, not having taken his eyes off of me.
Ew david
But all the while, something was crumbling inside me. My faith.
!!
The multistate blackout takes over the news. It’s all up and down the West Coast to the panhandle of Nebraska. Being compared to something that happened in Ukraine. “What about Dad?” Lauren asks, her expression stark. “The field offices have generators. He’ll be fine,” Julie says. But she’s chewing her lower lip. Within an hour new panels of experts fill every major network to discuss cyberattacks, the failure of early-warning programs, “black energy,” and point fingers at Russia, China, and North Korea in turn. Just before 10 p.m., Texas loses power. Five minutes later, the lights in the
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Bye im STRESSED
“I will, promise. But now, Julie? Girls, there’s something I need you to do.” “What’s that?” Julie says, sounding worried. “I want you to load the RV with all the food and water you can. Food, water, sleeping bags, cash, jewelry, anything else we could trade if needed . . .” “What? What for?” “You need to get away from Chicago.”
ken youre scaring ME babe xo
But the figure standing there in the surgical mask isn’t Lauren or her mother. It’s Jaclyn.
OMG
“Jackie, you’re not making sense! Why didn’t you bring Truly with you?” “Because I’m sick!” she cries. I
GORL
home. All he could talk about was some new acquisition. Not another seed, like I’d assumed, but some strain of three-million-year-old bacteria and how he’d soon be able to do a deal to get it.”
Omg
When I open my eyes I’m startled to find Jaclyn’s staring right at me, her expression stark. What? I mouth. She doesn’t respond. Doesn’t seem to really see me at all.
Omg
The silence fills with soft sibilance. It comes from across the room where Jackie’s gazing out the window. Her lips move in the darkness. She’s talking to herself.
omg BYE
“Jackie, who’s Ashley?” I say, confused. She gives a quiet smile. “Truly’s father.”
O M G
“By the way,” he says, gesturing to the grill sticking out of the SUV. “I don’t remember that being there when you passed me.”
Omg
I understood fear in all its forms. Fear of being wrong. Fear of being right. Of the unknown. Of the future and of God. Fear of oneself. Of one’s own ability to do something so irrevocable that it could damn a soul for eternity. Fear powered the Enclave and every one of Magnus’s impassioned sermons. But now I knew an equal fear: that everything we’d believed and based our entire lives on was a lie.
!!
He’s got dark hair and olive skin, but his eyes are blue.
ok queen love that for you
He shoved back and pulled me up to face him, fingers biting into my arm. And I thought, This is what the face of Satan looks like.
!!
“You sure? They’re not going to give you a police escort to Colorado. You stole a car. They’re going to take your cooler there and lock you up. That’s how it works, you know. Oh, wait. You don’t know, do you? Because you just came out of a cult.”
Omg chase
“Twenty-six years old, six foot two, 190 pounds . . . maybe 185. Former Marine. National hero, friend to ladies everywhere, devastatingly handsome breaker of hearts.”
Ok nacho libre
But I stop cold at the image on the TV. It’s a photo of Jaclyn.
Gorl
. thought to have been murdered by twenty-two-year-old former organization member Wynter Roth . . .”
GIRL
“National Guard is moving in. Someone called in a tip. Just came across the scanner.” “Thank you, Mel,” Noah says, and turns to us. “We’d better get you on your way.”
Imagine being a narc during the apocolypse thats crazy
“We’re looking at a pandemic. And it’s going to be bad.”
Oh shit
I blink—and then scream as he jabs himself in the forearm and pushes the plunger all the way down.
Omg hes such a bitch
I don’t need to look to know that he is sweating. I can smell it.
Ew
“What I did is come back for my niece. What you did is inject yourself with an extremely virulent dose of the caribou flu. Mixed with a sedative. Though I’d like to take credit for the sleeper hold.”
O M G BITCH UR ICONIC
I brake as firmly as I dare as the second truck skids to a stop in my rearview mirror. Opening the door, I leap from the truck and run down the asphalt in the glow of taillights. Chase swoops me up in his arms.
YES QUEEN I HAVE CHILLS
Julie greets me on the porch with a tearful hug.
This is amazing best book ending ever
