The Last Town: Wayward Pines: 3 by Blake Crouch (English) Paperback Book

Description: The Last Town by Blake Crouch The final book of the smash-hit Wayward Pines trilogy from the New York Times bestselling author of Dark Matter, Recursion, and UpgradeWhats inside was a nightmare. Whats outside is a thousand times worse.Welcome to Wayward Pines, the last town.Secret Service agent Ethan Burke arrived in Wayward Pines, Idaho, three weeks ago. In this town, people are told who to marry, where to live, where to work. No one is allowed to leave; even asking questions can get you killed.But Ethan has discovered the astonishing secret of what lies beyond the electrified fence that surrounds Wayward Pines and protects it from the terrifying world beyond. And now that secret is about to come storming through the fence to wipe out this last, fragile remnant of humanity.The Last Town at last pitches Ethan Burke and his fellow residents into all-out war against the forces outside the towns gates—and in doing so delivers every bit the riotously horrific, breathlessly action-packed conclusion that the Wayward Pines trilogy deserves. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Blake Crouch is a bestselling novelist and screenwriter. His novels include Upgrade, Recursion, Dark Matter, and the Wayward Pines trilogy, which was adapted into a television series for FOX. Crouch also co-created the TNT show Good Behavior, based on his Letty Dobesh novellas. He lives in Colorado. Review Blake Crouchs novels are . . ."Gloriously twisting."—The New York Times Book Review"Mind-blowing."—Entertainment Weekly"Action packed and brilliantly unique."—Andy Weir"Relatable and unnerving."—USA Today"Jet-propelled."—NPR"Wildly entertaining."—AV Club"Masterful."—Harlan Coben Review Quote Blake Crouchs novels are . . . "Gloriously twisting." -- The New York Times Book Review "Mind-blowing." -- Entertainment Weekly "Action packed and brilliantly unique." --Andy Weir "Relatable and unnerving." -- USA Today "Jet-propelled." --NPR "Wildly entertaining." -- AV Club "Masterful." --Harlan Coben Excerpt from Book JENNIFER ROCHESTER The house was so damn dark. Jennifer tried the kitchen light out of instinct, but nothing happened. She felt her way around the fridge to the cabinet over the stove, opened it, and grabbed the crystal candlestick holder, a candle, and the box of matches. She turned on the gas and struck a match to the back burner and set the teakettle over the hissing blue flame. Lighting what was left of the candle, she sat down at the breakfast table. In her life before, shed been a pack-a-day smoker, and God could she use a cigarette right now--something to steady her nerves and her hands, which wouldnt stop trembling. As her eyes filled with tears, the candlelight fractured. All she could think of was her husband, Teddy, and how far apart she felt from him. Two thousand years apart to be exact. Shed always harbored hope that the world was still out there. Beyond the fence. Beyond this nightmare. That her husband was still out there. Her home. Her job at the university. On some level, it was that hope that had gotten her by all these years. Hope that one day she might wake up back in Spokane. Teddy would be lying beside her, still sleeping, and this place--Wayward Pines--would all have been a dream. She would slip quietly out of bed and go into the kitchen and cook him eggs. Brew a pot of strong coffee. She would be waiting for him at the breakfast table when he stumbled out of bed in that disgusting robe, disheveled and sleepy and everything she loved. Shed say, "I had the strangest dream last night," but as shed try to explain it, all that shed experienced in Wayward Pines would slip back into the fog of forgotten dreams. Shed just smile across the table at her husband and say, "I lost it." Now, her hope was gone. The loneliness was staggering. But underneath it simmered anger. Anger that this had been done to her. Rage at all the loss. The teakettle began to whistle. She struggled to her feet, her mind racing. Lifting the kettle off the flame, the whistling died away, and she poured the boiling water into her favorite ceramic mug in which she kept a tea infuser perpetually filled with chamomile leaves. Tea in one hand, candle in the other, she moved out of the dark kitchen and into the hallway. Most of the town was still down at the theater, reeling from the sheriffs revelation, and maybe she shouldve stayed with everyone else; but the truth of it was that she wanted to be alone. Tonight, she just needed to cry in bed. If sleep came, great, but she wasnt exactly expecting it. She turned the corner at the bannister and started up the creaking stairs, candlelight flickering across the walls. The power had gone out several times before, but she couldnt escape the feeling that tonight of all nights meant something. The fact that shed locked every door and every window gave her some small--very small--peace of mind. SHERIFF ETHAN BURKE Ethan stared up at twenty-five feet of steel pylons and spiked conductors wrapped in coils of razor wire. The fence usually hummed with enough current to electrocute a person one thousand times over. So loud you could hear it a hundred yards away and feel it in your fillings at close proximity. Tonight, Ethan heard nothing. Worse still, the thirty-foot gate stood wide open. Locked open. Shreds of mist skirted past like the front edge of an approaching storm, and Ethan gazed out into the black woods beyond the fence. Over the pounding of his heart, he heard shrieks beginning to echo in the forest. The abbies were on their way. David Pilchers final words to him were set on repeat. Hell is coming to you. This was Ethans fault. Hell is coming to you. Hed made the mistake of calling that psychof**ks bluff. Hell is coming to you. And telling people the truth. And now everyone in town, his wife and son included, was going to die. Ethan sprinted back through the forest, the panic growing with every stride, every desperate breath. He weaved between the pines, now running alongside the quiet fence. His Bronco lay just ahead and already the screams were louder, closer. Jumping in behind the wheel, he cranked the engine and sped off into the trees, pushing the suspension package to the limit and jarring the last few jags of glass out of what was left of the windshield. He reached the road that looped back into town and roared up the embankment, back onto pavement. Pinned the gas pedal to the floorboard. The engine wailed. He shot out of the trees and raced beside a pasture. High beams blazed across the billboard at the edge of town, showing a family of four waving, smiling those carefree 1950s shit-eating grins over the slogan: WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES WHERE PARADISE IS HOME Not anymore, Ethan thought. If they were lucky, the abbies would reach the dairy first, slaughtering their way through the cattle before tearing into town. There it was. Straight ahead. The outskirts of Wayward Pines. On a clear day, the town defined perfection. Neat blocks of brightly colored Victorian houses. White picket fences. Lush, green grass. Main Street looked like something built for tourists to wander down and dream of retiring here to live the good life. The quaint life. The mountain walls that surrounded the town promised shelter and security. At first blush, nothing about it felt like a place you couldnt leave--a place where youd be killed for even trying. Except tonight. Tonight, the houses and buildings stood ominously dark. Ethan turned onto Tenth Avenue and screamed through seven blocks before ripping out onto Main so hard the right-side wheels lifted off the ground. Up ahead, at the intersection of Main and Eighth, the entire town stood where hed left them--out in front of the opera house. Four hundred and something souls waiting around in the dark like theyd been kicked out of a ball en masse, still dressed in their ridiculous costumes from the f Details ISBN0593598504 Author Blake Crouch Short Title The Last Town Pages 320 Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 0593598504 ISBN-13 9780593598504 Format Paperback Publication Date 2022-10-18 Publisher Random House USA Inc Imprint Ballantine Books Inc. Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2022-10-18 NZ Release Date 2022-10-18 US Release Date 2022-10-18 UK Release Date 2022-10-18 Series The Wayward Pines Trilogy Subtitle Wayward Pines: 3 DEWEY FIC Series Number 3 Audience General 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:138294281;

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