Edge of Collapse (Edge of Collapse, #1)

by Kyla Stone

“Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star...”

Hope was the ultimate Judas. It had betrayed her hundreds, thousands of times. In the end, it was hope that caused the most suffering.

Maybe it was nothing. She was panicking over nothing. The electricity would switch back on in an hour or a day. Everything would return to the horrible state of normalcy she’d endured for years.

Pike had considered shooting him in the head anyway, but decided not to. He only resorted to violence when he had a low likelihood of detection.

The thrill of hunting was in the kill. The thrill of killing was in the hunt. A symbiotic relationship—and Pike’s motto, the absolute, primal truth by which he lived.

The world was divided into predator and prey. The rules society erected for itself were shams, civilization only a mask meant to hide the violent, brutal truth—men were made to kill. Gavin Pike was made to kill.

He’d stolen the old woman’s purple snowmobile from her garage.

Why didnt she offer that to them??? Ih sure, have some snow boots

She was like him. A survivor.

It was kill or die. And so he killed with skill and precision and efficiency. And he would continue killing for as long as he needed to do so, for as long as Hannah needed protecting.