Odium 0.5 The Dead Saga cover and blurb reveal!

24/11/2015

Here it is, the cover and synopsis for the upcoming ODIUM 0.5 THE DEAD SAGA!

You may wonder why I've written this book; a prequel to the entire series, and the reason is this.
I've been asked for the past two years what happened to Nina behind the walls, and what her origin story was, well, this is it.
The book is set out into three clear sections, spanning almost three years from the start of the apocalypse. It truly is a very bleak story, possibly my darkest to date, but I hope that you embrace it to your heart as you have done with the rest of the books in the series.

Also, make a note in your diary! ODIUM IV THE DEAD SAGA will be out Spring 2016, so not too long to wait for that either, It was supposed to be out this winter, but summer with three children was hard and my publishing schedule got pushed back a little bit.
So I'm sorry for the hold up, but I promise you that the wait will be worth it :)

Claire xxx

Odium 0.5 The Dead Saga Synopsis

Nina wasn’t always a bitch. But surviving an apocalypse has made her that way.

It’s the end of the world, and the dead have risen. Devastation reins and destruction lives.
Mankind is holding on by bloody and desperate fingers. Death comes when you least expect it; in the quiet of the night or in the harsh light of day. It sneaks in and takes everyone and everything you ever loved, until you’re left with nothing at all. And the person standing in the aftermath is forever changed.

Even after finding a protective haven amongst the chaos, Nina learns that the worst monster is mankind itself. Hope is gone. A heart is broken and humanity is slipping away.

But for Nina, catastrophe has made her stronger. If she wants to keep breathing, she has to be. After all, being hard is the only way to survive.

Cover Reveal!

Exclusive Teaser for Odium 0.5 The Dead Saga
(I tried to find a 'light' moment within the book!)

"I don’t know how you can eat that.” Ben said, finishing off the last of his sandwich and licking mayo off his fingers.

I shoved my fork in to my lentil and beansprout stir fry, loaded it up and raised it to my mouth. “Because some people actually care what they put into their bodies, Ben. They don’t want to fill themselves with toxins and fat constantly.”

He grimaced. “But it smells so bad.”

I opened my mouth and shoved the forkful of stir fry inside, trying my damndest to eat it without gagging. Because yeah, it tasted like crap, but I wasn't about to admit that to him. He wanted to laugh, I could tell from the small crinkles around his eyes and it made me even angrier.
“It tastes great,” I replied, “you should try some instead of eating crap all the time, you’re beginning to get fat.”
“This is winter weight.” He grinned, patting his stomach.
“It’s summer.” I snarked back.
“I’m preparing.” His grin stretched wider and then he turned to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer out, popping the top off on the side of the kitchen work surface.

He took a long hard swig of it, wiping the back of his mouth with his hand. I wanted to yell at him. He always did that on the work surface and it was scratched and beginning to chip because of it. He stared at me as he drank, almost daring me to say something because he knew how much it pissed me off. But instead I swallowed another mouthful of my food and looked away.

This was our game. He tried to get a rise out of me, knowing that once I lost it, I couldn’t reel my temper back in. He always made me look like the asshole in this relationship, but I was getting wise to him, and I refused to be made in to the villain any more.

“Emma said that Andy is sick.” I finally said when most of my food was gone. I couldn’t eat another mouthful of it and so I scraped the last of it into the trash and put my plate in the dishwasher. I noticed his plate was still on the side and I grabbed that with a huff and loaded it in the dishwasher also.

“So what was she telling you for?” he asked with a laugh, knowing that I couldn’t stand her.

I shrugged. “She said the CDC have said to remain at home if at all possible.”

“I’ve not heard anything.” He replied while picking bits of sandwich from between his teeth. "She's just overreacting like she normally does." He shrugged.

I hadn’t heard anything either, and I had brushed off Emma’s worries just as easily as he was doing to me, yet his carefree attitude annoyed me.

“Besides, no one listens to those cautions,” he downed the last of his beer and placed the empty bottle on the side before walking away from me.

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