The Sentinel (A Jane Harper Horror Novel)

The Sentinel (A Jane Harper Horror Novel)

Jeremy Bishop

Language: English

Pages: 278

ISBN: 1611099064

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

An angry clash between professional whale hunters and the environmental activists out to stop them takes a deadly turn when sabotage sends both vessels to the bottom of the Arctic Ocean. Stranded in the aftermath on a desolate island off the coast of Greenland, survivors from both sides reluctantly join forces to stay alive in the frigid wasteland. But they swiftly discover that those who perished in the unforgiving sea were the lucky ones…

Jane Harper, an undercover government agent who’s quick with her wits and fists, knows punishing cold and dwindling supplies are to be feared. But in the ruins of an ancient Nordic outpost, a centuries-old message warns of a threat far worse: the Draugar—the dreaded “again walkers” of Viking lore, the terrifying living dead that spawned the legends of vampires and zombies. Now, roused from their cursed slumber, these gruesome Viking warriors and their monstrous queen are hungry for living flesh—and eager to spread a ghoulish contagion from their long-buried prison across the globe.




















mind, lie down and put my mind somewhere else. The problem is, I end up somewhere else I don’t want to be. My father’s shouting like a drill-sergeant. It doesn’t faze me. It’s really just a slight reaction for him. The neighbors can’t hear him, yet. He hasn’t threatened to get a gun. He hasn’t punched anything. But he’s pissed. Like I knew he would be. Making my father angry has become something of an art form over the years. After years of pushing me to be something resembling the son he never

sight that makes me cringe. Someone is running down one of the far hillsides. In fact it’s the very small mountain where I sent Jenny and Peach to keep watch. Judging by the speed of the descending speck, I guess the runner is Peach. My mind races for explanations. They shot off a flare. So, they saw some kind of search and rescue effort. And now Peach is running to tell us. But is that the most likely scenario? It’s certainly the one I’m hoping for, but after seeing Eagon’s now missing cadaver,

or at least decrease in violence. No one sleeps. No one speaks. And the air smells strongly of Jenny’s drying blood. Willem is the only one with something to do besides wonder when a cyclone will snatch up the raft and toss the lot of us out to sea. The cold starts to seep in. We’re packed in tight, but the wind is finding its way through the raft’s flimsy armor. I wrap my cloak around me more tightly and fight off a shiver. When I was thirteen and living in New Hampshire, I went snowboarding at

“From the snow,” I explain. “Ohh,” he says. “Push your tongue against the roof of your mouth.” I do, and the pain subsides. When it does, I notice he’s still holding me. I glance down at his arms, and then up into his eyes. “Thanks.” There’s a moment there. A connection. The kind teenagers first experience at summer camp or behind bleachers, or someplace else equally non-romantic. It’s that thing that makes you cramp up inside and sucks your breath away. It’s kind of a painful experience,

and say, “Wait here. I’ll get one of the inflatables.” As I say this, Jenny’s eyes flash to where the second Zodiac had been secured. Gone. I waste no time cursing whoever took the Zodiac and our best chance of survival and instead head for the door to the lower decks. The inflatables are kept in a locker at the base of the stairs. When I open the door, I’m struck by a burst of air, pushed out by intense pressure. It’s thick with the stink of oil, salt and thirty stinky crewmembers. It occurs to

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