The Infinite Sea [EPUB]

265 Pages·3.45 MB·English

by  Rick Yancey

G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Yancey, Richard.
The infinite sea / Rick Yancey.
pages cm.—(5th wave)
Summary: “Cassie Sullivan and her companions lived through the Others’ four waves of destruction. Now, with the human race nearly
exterminated and the 5th Wave rolling across the landscape, they face a choice: brace for winter and hope for Evan Walker’s return, or
set out in search of other survivors before the enemy closes in”—Provided by publisher.
[1. Extraterrestrial beings—Fiction. 2. Survival—Fiction. 3. War—Fiction. 4. Science fiction.] I. Title. PZ7.Y19197Inf 2014 [Fic]—
dc23 2014022058
ISBN 978-1-101-59901-3
Design by Ryan Thomann. Text set in Sabon.
Cassiopeia photo copyright © iStockphoto.com/Manfred_Konrad.
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
THE WHEAT
BOOK ONE
I: THE PROBLEM OF RATS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
II: THE RIPPING
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
III: THE LAST STAR
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
IV: MILLIONS
Chapter 30
V: THE PRICE
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
VI: THE TRIGGER
Chapter 49
BOOK TWO
VII: THE SUM OF ALL THINGS
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
VIII: DUBUQUE
Chapter 84
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
For Sandy, guardian of the infinite
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have; for both are infinite.
—William Shakespeare
THE WHEAT
THERE WOULD BE no harvest.
The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang
from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. As spring
gave way to summer, the bright green stalks darkened, became tan, turned
golden brown. The days grew long and hot. Thick towers of swirling black
clouds brought rain, and the brown stems glistened in the perpetual twilight that
dwelled beneath the canopy. The wheat rose and the ripening heads bent in the
prairie wind, a rippling curtain, an endless, undulating sea that stretched to the
horizon.
At harvesttime, there was no farmer to pluck a head from the stalk, rub the
head between his callused hands, and blow the chaff from the grain. There was
no reaper to chew the kernels or feel the delicate skin crack between his teeth.
The farmer had died of the plague, and the remnants of his family had fled to the
nearest town, where they, too, succumbed, adding their numbers to the billions
who perished in the 3rd Wave. The old house built by the farmer’s grandfather
was now a deserted island surrounded by an infinite sea of brown. The days
grew short and the nights turned cool, and the wheat crackled in the dry wind.
The wheat had survived the hail and lightning of the summer storms, but luck
could not deliver it from the cold. By the time the refugees took shelter in the old
house, the wheat was dead, killed by the hard fist of a deep frost.
Five men and two women, strangers to one another on the eve of that final
growing season, now bound by the unspoken promise that the least of them was
greater than the sum of all of them.
The men rotated watches on the porch. During the day the cloudless sky was
a polished, brilliant blue and the sun riding low on the horizon painted the dull
brown of the wheat a shimmering gold. The nights did not come gently but
seemed to slam down angrily upon the Earth, and starlight transformed the
golden brown of the wheat to the color of polished silver.