Behemoth

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Creating a new story is, for me at least, an incredibly solitary journey. But that doesn’t mean I’m alone along the way. With that said, I’d like to thank all of you fans, booksellers, and librarians for reading my books and recommending them to your friends, family members, and customers. Without your support, this journey would’ve ended a long time ago.

Also, many thanks to Julie, my muse, for your love, inspiration, and editing work on BEHEMOTH. And finally, thanks to Ryden for being a part of my life.

The curtains are about to open. So, take your seat. Get nice and comfortable.

Welcome to the world of Apex Predator.

Welcome to BEHEMOTH.

This can’t be heaven, Bailey Mills thought as bright rays of waning moonlight filtered through her half-opened eyelids, so it must be hell.

For a moment, she lay still in the swamp, inhaling the odors of clay, rotten oranges, and bird droppings. Tall blades of green grass, partially trampled, surrounded her. Farther back, she saw a layer of orange-barked trees, forty to sixty feet high and dripping with yellow-green fruit. More trees, towering and ancient, lay beyond the fruit trees. The view reminded her a little of that Thomas Cole landscape adorning the bedroom wall of her ex-boyfriend’s Hamptons getaway.

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