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Seed
by Shelly Campbell

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Glitching between dimensions wasn’t supposed to be my life, but sometimes you have to dance with the darkness.

I should be dead. Shot twice through the chest. But the Embassy saved me because I’m a one-of-a-kind freak who blips to worlds they can’t reach. Now I’m their personal mule, raiding collapsing planets to fatten their coffers. Lucky me.

And things have gone from bad to worse. My old team is being held hostage, my family’s in danger, and the darkness hunts me across realities. My one shot to end this living hell? Take down the Embassy, save Charlie, and torch the whole rotten system. Simple, right? One misstep though, and we’re toast. Alien breach. Apocalypse. End scene.

If I fail, the darkness won’t stop until it swallows us whole.

5 out of 5

I don’t even know where to start, I was absolutely blown away by this latest installment in the series. I loved the first two books, but this not only raised the stakes, but revealed more and answered some lingering questions that were raised in books one and two. (Make sure you read those first two books in the Dark Walker series, or you might feel a bit lost). David is such an amazing MC, and I’ve loved getting to know him across this series, and Campbell didn’t take it easy on him, or the reader in this final book! The tension is high from cover to cover, but by the end, you’re left feeling like you’re truly reached the end of the series. (Not that I’d complain about another book or anything, I’ve truly enjoyed this series). The imagery is vivid, and you feel like you’re right there with the characters, watching everything unfold. This leans a little heavier into the sci-fi than the horror side of things, still has a bit of the horror element. Definitely recommend for dark sci-fi and horror lovers!

Heaviness blankets me. A childish part of me wanted to hang onto the idea that I was an instrumental part of saving the universe. More than that though, I’d hoped that Cory slipped me his wedding ring so he could save me. For a single stupid moment, I thought this was about me. Why do I keep doing this? Falling for the idea that people care about me for who I am and not what I can do for them? The only people who loved me like that are my family, and I can’t ever reach them again without inadvertently siccing the darkness on them. I take a deep, hollow breath before asking, “What do you want, Cory?”

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At a young age, Shelly Campbell wanted to be an air show pilot or a pirate, possibly a dragon and definitely a writer and artist. She’s piloted a Cessna 172 through spins and stalls, and sailed up the east coast on a tall ship barque—mostly without projectile vomiting. In the end, Shelly found writing and drawing dragons to be so much easier on the stomach. Shelly writes speculative fiction ranging from grimdark fantasy, to sci-fi and horror. She’d love to hear from you.

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