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    Breaking the Brush Men: Chimera Chronicles, #3
    Breaking the Brush Men: Chimera Chronicles, #3
    Breaking the Brush Men: Chimera Chronicles, #3
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    Breaking the Brush Men: Chimera Chronicles, #3

    By L. S. O'Dea

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    For Glick and his friends, it's them against the world.

    Literally.

    There's no food.

    The ground is toxic.

    The water is filled with burning chemicals.

    And the humans want Glick and his kind destroyed.

     

    They're weak, hungry and scared but they have each other.

    Will that be enough for them to survive when everyone is trying to kill them?

     

    Book three in the Chimera Chronicles is a stand-alone dystopian, genetic engineering story about human-animal hybrids. It's urban fantasy/science fiction that tells the story of love and friendship, strength and weakness, and cowardice and bravery. Whether you're an animal rights activist or just love your pets, this book will make you root for those in the laboratory.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherL. S. O'Dea
    Release dateOct 27, 2018
    ISBN9781942706328
    Breaking the Brush Men: Chimera Chronicles, #3
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    L. S. O'Dea

    L. S. O’Dea sees things a bit differently than most people. This is probably a bi-product of being the youngest of seven children in a time when TV was only worth watching in the evenings or Saturday mornings and there were no computers. Back then, kids had to amuse themselves and being five years younger than her closest sibling she was often the unwilling entertainment.One day, before she started kindergarten, she really wanted to learn how to spell her name (Linda Sue). Her mother was busy so her brothers were told to help their baby sister. When they were done, she raced into the kitchen to show her mother what she’d learned. She stood tall and recited the letters of her name. L-E-M-O-N H-E-A-D.To this day, she still receives a box of Lemonhead candy every year for Christmas.

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      Breaking the Brush Men - L. S. O'Dea

      For Glick and his friends, it’s them against the world.

      Literally.

      There’s no food.

      The ground is toxic.

      The water is filled with burning chemicals.

      And the humans want Glick and his kind destroyed.

      They’re weak, hungry and scared but they have each other.

      Will that be enough for them to survive when everyone is trying to kill them?

      Book three in the Chimera Chronicles is a stand-alone dystopian, genetic engineering story about human-animal hybrids. It’s urban fantasy/science fiction that tells the story of love and friendship, strength and weakness, and cowardice and bravery. Whether you’re an animal rights activist or just love your pets, this book will make you root for those in the laboratory.

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      The World of the Lake of Sins

      If you haven’t read any of the other books this will give you a general overview of the world.

      This story takes place hundreds of years after the Great Death devastated the earth, killing most humans, all domestic animals and all wild animals larger than a turkey.  Those who survived were left with the task of rebuilding society. 

      The new social structure is based on a class system.  The classes important to this story are the Almightys, Guards and House Servants.

      Almightys, the only direct descendants of the human race, rule the other classes.  They are generally between five and six feet tall with pale, alabaster skin. 

      Guards belong to the Almightys and are used for hunting or for protection.  They are between four and six feet tall and their hair color varies.  Their eyes are usually brown and they have a light coating of hair on their bodies.  Most males wear facial hair.  They have large canine teeth used for biting and tearing.  They are strong, fast and heal quickly.  Their senses of hearing, smell and night vision are superior to Almightys. 

      House Servants also belong to the Almightys but their role in this society is to manage the households and businesses of the Almightys.  They are slender in build and between four and five feet tall.  They have a light coating of hair covering their bodies and have both claws and fangs.  The males are usually clean shaven.  Their eyes are usually a vibrant hue and their senses of night vision, hearing and smell are superior to the Guards’. 

      CHAPTER 1:  Glick

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      Glick took short, little breaths, trying to conserve the oxygen as he pushed at the membrane surrounding him. He scratched at the material that had once been filled with life giving mucus but was now thin and brittle. His claw cracked the shell and he tore at the opening. He inhaled deeply, his heartbeat slowing. It was a reprieve but he wasn’t safe yet. This air would run out too. He chipped away at the shell until there was a big enough opening for him to crawl through.

      It was dark and damp and the small bits of soil that slipped through the clutch burnt his skin. He fell forward, jarring into another egg. Sorry.

      The inhabitant was shriveled and dark, his claws pressed against the shell, his eyes unseeing. Glick stumbled backward and there was another egg and another. A few hatchlings had broken free like him. Some hung partway out of their eggs, bent at the torso. Others were prone in the soil, their skin dry and white from the earth’s poison. None moved. He couldn’t be the only one left. Someone else had to be alive. There’d been hundreds in his clutch. He pushed his way through the eggs and bodies, searching for movement, sound, anything that would mean he wasn’t alone. He called out but no one answered. He burst through the last line of eggs and into the soil. It burned his skin and his eyes watered from the toxic fumes, but he couldn’t go back to that crypt.

      There was movement behind him and above. Others had hatched and were climbing to the surface. He followed their path, the dirt peppering him and eating into his skin. His nerves tingled and itched. He stopped, unable to do anything but scratch at his arms.

      Keep going. Someone shoved him from behind. We have to keep moving. The other survivor grabbed a smaller companion, tucking her to his side as he pushed past.

      Where are we going? Glick crawled after them, trying to ignore the pain. If the other guy could do this, so could he.

      Out of here, said the larger Brush-Man.

      Glick followed. It seemed like the entire world was shifting around him. All surviving hatchlings were crawling for the surface. Clicks and chirps of pain created a haunting song that vibrated through the earth.

      He tried to stay on the path his larger companion made—less dirt meant less pain—but the other guy was moving fast. Glick stumbled, catching himself seconds before his face landed on the ground. He was tired and he hurt everywhere. He stopped next to another hatchling who was kneeling in the dirt.

      Come on, yelled the larger Brush-Man.

      I need to rest.

      You need to move. The big hatchling looked back at him over his shoulder. Or you’ll die. Your choice.

      Bumpers, help him, said the small female in his arms.

      As soon as I get you to safety, Flea. Bumpers tightened his grip on his little friend’s hand and kept moving.

      What does he know? He turned to his companion. He’s a hatchling just like...

      The other Brush-Man’s eyes and mouth were open. His skin, which was dark brown was starting to turn white and flake away.

      You okay? He poked the guy’s shoulder and the other hatchling’s arm snapped in two. He staggered backward. That’d be him if he didn’t move. Wait for me. I’m coming.

      He hurried upward, ignoring the pain from the soil, ignoring the pleas for help and cries of agony from those he passed. He clawed at the dirt and more of his skin turned white. He didn’t want to die. He’d just hatched. He wanted to live. The tip of one of his fingers snapped off, sending shooting pain through his arm. He wanted to tuck his hand into his body but that’d slow him down and then he’d die. He moved faster and faster, his legs unsteady as the burning became more intense. He glanced down. His feet were turning white. He’d lose them soon. His legs too. Without them, he’d never make it to the surface. He was going to die, just like the others.

      The earth around him no longer moved as a wave but in tiny ripples of motion. Only a few hatchlings still fought to the surface.

      He blocked out the pain as he crawled, always upward. He was never going to make it. He was too tired. He hurt too much. His nose twitched. There was something different in the air. Fresher. Cleaner. Not as damp. He raced toward the scent, his hands raking through the dirt. He screamed as another tip of a finger broke away, but he kept digging. He was not going to die down here. He scrambled and kicked and clawed until suddenly his hand hit air. Real air. Not earth-air.

      He shoved upward, his head breaking out of the ground. He inhaled his first deep breath as he emerged from the ground.

      Look out, yelled someone.

      A huge creature stomped toward him. Its feet a hundred times the size of him. He hopped to the side and the foot landed nearby, shaking the earth around it.

      Up here. Bumpers was hanging on the monster’s clothes. He held out his hand and Glick leapt upward, grabbing it and jumping onto the creature’s foot. With the strength of the other hatchling, Glick scurried up the giant’s pant leg.

      Thanks. He dug his claws into the cloth securing his position.

      Bumpers took Flea’s hand. We’re glad you made it. He looked around. Not many did.

      The ground was littered with carcasses of the hatchlings.

      What’s your name? asked Bumpers.

      Glick.

      Over there. Flea tugged Bumpers’ hand and pointed.

      There was movement on the earth. Someone else had survived.

      We need to help him, said Flea.

      If—Bumpers slapped the creature’s leg—this Guard walks that way we will.

      Glick had no idea how he knew this monster was a Guard, but he did. He had memories that he hadn’t learned in his egg.

      We have to do something. Flea squeezed Bumpers’ hand.

      I can’t exactly guide him. Bumpers frowned at her but there was amusement in his gaze.

      The earth moved in

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