War (The Four Horsemen, #2)

by Laura Thalassa

Miriam Elmahdy’s Guide to Staying the Fuck Alive: (1) Bend the rules—but don’t break them. (2) Stick to the truth. (3) Avoid notice. (4) Listen to your instincts. (5) Be brave.

Is it that hard to survive if the horsemen have been gone for like 10 years

War isn’t simply riding into Jerusalem. He’s invading it.

I mean his name is War

Leave, my mother’s voice says in my head, leave with the clothes on your back and never come back. Leave and save yourself.

Amen

“Netet wā neterwej.” You are the one He sent me.

So im assuming god picked a girl for each of them to see if humanity was worth saving

Death or allegiance? Be brave, be brave, be brave. I glance up at the executioner and force out the one word I couldn’t only moments before. “Death.”

Hell yea

“The horseman likes his women to dress up,” she says. The horseman? His women? The fuck?

Ew

The world might be coming to a bloody end, but damn it if I don’t skip a meal just to save face.

Lmao i love that

until, that is, a desiccated hand rises from the ground. “Dear God,” I breathe. From the earth, the dead rise.

Wtaf

I glance up at War, my eyes wide as the realization hits me. “You’ve been healing me.”

It took you that long to figure that out

There’s just zero awareness that’s he’s naked and I am perversely intrigued massively uncomfortable.

Lmao

It’s only once we get past them that I get a clear view of the three men who stand bound and beaten, several armed phobos riders spread out behind them.

I thought she stabbed one in the throat

War gives me a pained smile, like the effort of abstinence hasn’t been without its challenges. The poor wittle horseman and his neglected dick. What ever will he do?

Shes so funny

“You didn’t kill them,” I say, disbelieving. “No,” War agrees. “I didn’t. I have dead for that.” Beneath our feet, the ground quakes. It takes about a minute, but eventually I hear screams start up at our backs, and now I know exactly what’s become of that village.

This mf

“I don’t know what happened to either my mother or sister. I don’t even know if they’re alive.” My voice breaks. War leans forward, cupping the side of my face. “I vow to you, wife, we will find what’s become of your family.”

His zombies probably killed them

breeze, but there are no sounds of life. Zara. Mamoon. I take a sharp breath, and their deaths hit me like a physical blow.

Not mamoon

leaving behind a line of very confused, very frightened, very living people. At the head of the line is Zara and Mamoon.

Oh thank god

That’s the first sign that something isn’t right. The next is my loss of appetite.

dont tell me shes pregnant

I’ll head out by foot until I get to the nearest town War’s army swept through. Surely I can grab a bike there—maybe even one with a small trailer hitched to it. I might have a chance then.

He keeps the entire camp surrounded. You have never been able to successfully escape the zombies

War was right. There is nothing to fear. Until, of course, there is. I put the map back where I found it, and then I sprint to War’s tent. He’s going to be ambushed.

He actually cant die though so chill

hand comes away wet. I glance at my fingers. Crimson. I jerk the horse to the stop, a bad feeling coming over me. Swinging off the horse, I loosen the saddle bag and— I only catch a glimpse of familiar dark hair and a bloody, golden bead before I turn and retch over the side of the horse.

No fucking way

My attention returns to War. Now that his sword is off him, all that’s left is getting this giant of a man out of this pit without blowing both of us up.

Why not just wait for his head to grow back and tell him not to move til you both come up with a solution

“Miriam?” My hands go to the body, but the limbs—the two that are left—are cold. I don’t believe it. It’s not her. She wouldn’t be this foolish. She wouldn’t. Please God, she wouldn’t. I flip the corpse over, trying to wash away the sight of the soft, feminine limbs. Most of the body has been blown away, but there’s some skin remaining around the neck. My eyes move to the throat, to the holy scar at its base.

I mean she has to come back to life