Suffer the Children by Craig Dilouie (English) Paperback Book

Description: Suffer the Children by Craig Dilouie A chilling tale of blood-hungry children who rise from the dead in this innovative spin on apocalyptic vampire fiction. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description On a grand canvas reminiscent of Guillermo del Torro and Justin Cronin, acclaimed author Craig DiLouie presents a terrifying novel filled with impossible decisions [and] a stark, brutal, and chilling vision of the end of days (David Moody, author of Hater ). SO MANY MOUTHS TO FEED It begins on an ordinary day: children around the world are dying. All children, everywhere--a global crisis beyond any parents worst nightmare. Then, a miracle beyond imagining: three days later, they return. Shattered mothers and fathers see their sons and daughters happy and whole once more, playing and laughing as before--but only when they feed. They hunger for blood...and they cant get enough upon which to feast. Without it, they die again. How far would you go to keep someone you love alive? Author Biography Craig DiLouie is the author of the highly successful zombie novels The Killing Floor , The Infection , and Tooth and Nail , as well as The Great Planet Robbery , a science fiction novel, and Paranoia , a psychological thriller. He lives with his family in Calgary, Canada, and blogs regularly about horror media at CraigDiLouie.com. Review Quote "This book does for thezombie genre what Black Hawk Down didfor modern war journalism, and that is high praise indeed. Tooth and Nail kept me reading all night long, and I think itllkeep you glued to the page as well. This one is a spectacular achievement." Excerpt from Book Suffer the Children ONE Joan 23 hours before Herod Event The children were driving Joan Cooper bananas. One meltdown, two spills, three time-outs, and counting. Ninety-seven minutes until her home-based day care closed for the weekend and shed have just her own kids to manage. Megan assumed a commanding pose. "You have to share!" "But this one is mine," whined Josh. Joan had just set a box filled with reject plastic-lens eyeglasses, a donation from a local LensCrafters, on the floor for the kids to play with. Dillon and Danielle put on oversized black frames and made faces at each other. The room filled with hysterical laughter. Then Josh snatched the green pair. Megan wanted them. "Be nice to people!" the girl shouted, hands on hips. Joan thought the gesture seemed familiar. Her four-year-old daughter, she realized, was imitating her own style of scolding. Josh was close to tears from her nagging. "I want to wear it." "Megan, wait your turn," Joan said, using the warning voice. "But I had it first." Joan picked the funniest pair out of the box--big and red and round--and put them on. "So how do I look?" She held out her hand to shake. "Hi. Nice to meet you. Im Mommy." Megan laughed. Then Josh ruined it. "My glasses," he said, walking away in a huff. Megan stared at her mother in a mute appeal for justice. Her chin wobbled. In a moment, she would wail full throttle, and Joan would scoop her up and let her cry it out into her shoulder. Half the time, Joan walked around with dried snot on her shirt. "Here, Megan, you can play with these until Josh is done," she said. She took off the red glasses and waved them. "Play nice for the next half hour, and Ill give everybody a piece of gum." "Gum!" Megan crowed. The other children eyed Joan. They wanted in on the action. She repeated her offer, and the kids all cheered. "Half an hour, though," she repeated. "Playing nice." "Me too, right, Joanie?" said Josh, who had dietary restrictions. "Thats right, buddy." "I love Dubble Bubble," Megan announced. "Its my favorite!" Joan smiled. Where discipline and distraction failed, bribery won out every time. It was her last resort, the Alamo of parenting. Shed launched her day care three months ago, inspired by an article that said stay-at-home moms didnt count in the gross national product because they didnt get paid. Sell some cigarettes and pesticides, that counted. Chop down a rain forest, bully for you too. Raise two kids in a loving home 24/7 and watch them grow up one day at a time, though? It didnt count one bit. It pissed her off. Joan had never thought of doing anything else but what she did. It wasnt about finances or lack of child-care options. She had always wanted to be a mom and housewife. Shed grown up with a mother whod poured all she had into parenting. Shed wanted the same fulfillment, the same sense of satisfaction. It sure as hell had value. Her eight-year-old, Nate, attended school all day, leaving her with Megan. Shed figured, why not watch over a few more kids and get paid to do it? Only it had turned out to be a hell of a lot more work than shed anticipated. After three months, Joan was still learning the ropes. And her dreams of how they were going to spend the money were turning out to be just that--dreams. No sooner did she get paid than the money bled away on all the little things--hockey equipment for Nate, a new outfit for Megan, dinners out at Dennys. Her friends asked her how she could handle four children every day. The simple answer was she had no choice; shed signed up for it and wasnt about to back out now. She also loved it, though she often was too busy to realize this fact. The front door flew open. Joan felt a gust of cold air. Nate trudged into the house, stomping snow off his boots. "Home again, home again, jiggety-jig," he said, and roared, "Mom!" "Im right heee-re," Joan sang. He shrugged his jacket onto the floor. "Im hungry, Mom." "Well be eating supper as soon as your father gets home." Nate sat on the floor and pulled off his boots. "But Im really hungry now." "Mommy said I could have Dubble Bubble if Im good," Megan bragged. Nate stopped and looked at his mom hopefully. "Can I have some gum?" "You can have a peanut butter sandwich," Joan told him. "Awww." She eyed the playing kids like an engineer looking for cracks in a dam and judged it safe to leave them alone for a few minutes. Dillon was playing near the Christmas tree, but not near enough for worry. Megan and Josh were sharing the green glasses. They were laughing. For the moment, all was right with the world. Outside the big picture windows, her small suburban corner of Lansdowne, Michigan, white with snow, was already dimming to gray. Soon, the windows would be black with night and shed feel closed in. Damn, another day gone in a blur. One thing at a time, she reminded herself. She made a mental note to plug in the tree. "Come on, Mom," Nate called as he headed into the kitchen. Hed taken off his winter hat and put on his favorite, a Little League cap emblazoned with its Giants team logo. Joan sighed as she followed. The drawings the kids made that morning still cluttered the kitchen table. It was easy to spot Joshs. He was into monsters now. A giant black thing devoured a burning city skyline one building at a time. The Wiggles played in the background on the CD player, a song shed heard countless times and knew by heart. She spread some peanut butter on a slice of bread and poured a glass of milk. Nate crammed the sandwich into his mouth and said, "No school tomorrow." "Yeah, thank God its Friday," Joan said. She glanced at his hat, considering another battle to get him to take it off inside the house. He caught her looking and pulled it lower over his eyes. "Are we still going skating tomorrow?" he asked. "Were going to Sandys birthday party at the park." She noticed the unread newspaper on the counter as she put the bread away. The thrilling world of Spy Master called to her from the movie listings. It was coming out this weekend. She needed a break. If she could talk Doug into taking over with the kids for the party, shed sneak away for a matinee showing with her friend Coral. "Yeah, but its a skating party, Mom." "I stand corrected." Her daughters voice: "Mommy! Mommy, come quick!" Joan raced into the living room. "What? What?" The kids looked at her with wide, watery eyes and pointed at the Christmas tree. Shed been ready to give up this year and get a fake, but Doug had insisted on a real one with all the trimmings. Hed had it rough growing up and always wanted his kids to have everything. It looked majestic and prosperous, heavy with ornaments and garland. All it needed were presents. Once plugged in, the house would feel warm and cheerful, like the holidays. Josh lay on the floor under its branches, writhing and clutching his stomach. Ramona 23 hours before Herod Event Ramona Fox was terrified. The man she intended to terminate this afternoon had just entered her office. Tall, handsome, and dressed in a well-tailored gray suit, Ross Kelley looked like a CEO, though all he really did was handle employee insurance. As an HR manager, Ramona knew how to handle a termination. One small problem: Shed never actually fired anybody. Shed sat in on enough terminations to learn firsthand it was a confrontation, and she hated confrontation at work. The superstore chains employees generally bought into the perception that she was on their side, which allowed her to mediate their conflicts with the company. This time was different. Ross worked directly for her, and today would be his last day with the company. "You wanted to see me?" he asked. "Yes," Ramona said, her mouth dry. "Close the door and have a seat, please." She considered her inability to bring him around a failure on her part, but hed simply given up. Ross was a great guy, but most days, he just stared at his computer and did the bare minimum. It was typical behavior among people who knew they were facing termination--they drew a check for as long as they could while doing as little as possible. The only reason he lasted as long as he did is because you have a little crush on him, she thought, then scolded herself. That wasnt fair. Nothing about this was personal. For the entire week, Ramona had mentally prepared for this meeting. Shed spent a lot of time this morning fussing over how she looked and put on her blue suit for the occasion. More nervous than if it were a date, she wanted everything to be perfect. Ross sat in the chair across from her wearing a curious smile. Ramonas heart pounded so hard she wondered if he could hear it. Get right to it, she told herself. You know the saying: Hire slow, fire fast. "Im sorry, Ross, but this isnt working out. The company is letting you go." Details ISBN1476739633 Short Title SUFFER THE CHILDREN Publisher Gallery Books Language English ISBN-10 1476739633 ISBN-13 9781476739632 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2014 Pages 342 Author Craig Dilouie Residence NY, US Birth 1967 Publication Date 2014-05-20 Audience General/Trade Imprint Simon & Schuster Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2014-12-04 NZ Release Date 2014-12-04 US Release Date 2014-12-04 UK Release Date 2014-12-04 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:79120923;

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