God Killer (Redneck Apocalypse Book 3)

  After a while, Desty reached over and picked up my hand. Her fingers were cold, so I folded them into a ball and held her hand between both of mine to warm it up.

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  I cocked my eyebrow at her.

  “The song you were just humming,” she said.

  I thought about it for a minute. When I was finally sure, I said, “Something new.”

  Acknowledgements

  Tough Whitney and I have been sharing a brain for the last four years, and trust me, no one is as happy—and as sad—to see him go as me. We’ve both grown up a lot since I first started daydreaming about Halo. Neither one of us is the person we were when we started out, and thank God for that. There’s still plenty of room for improvement, but we’re both in a much better place. Thank you for seeing this through to the end with us.

  If you liked God Killer, then you should know that the best things about this book only exist because of several humans and NPs who helped me out along the way.

  God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. What Colt and Tiffani did for each other, They did for me, and I’ll never be able to say how thankful I am.

  My elite team of early readers and cheerleaders—Rebecca Barnes, Daisy C., Silvia d’Elena, Sara F., Invested Ivana, Michael Jarvis, Matthew Ramey, and Halee Bowser.

  Also starring: Jay Michaelson as the phrase “suck-start a shotgun,” James Hunter as Addison’s El Camino, Tim McBain as the Holy Executioner’s middle name, and DJ Bodden as the still unfired TBG-7.

  Op Daddy, Op Mommy, and Frank. Keep on writin’, writin’, writin’.

  My family. They’re definitely crazy, but there’s no question Whom they choose to serve.

  And my Joshua. I’ve been a creature of the night my whole life, but every day he reminds me how great it feels to stand in the sunlight.

  About the Author

  I am invincible. I am a mutant. I have 3 hearts and was born with no eyes. I had eyes implanted later. I didn't have hands, either, just stumps. When my eyes were implanted they asked if I would like hands as well and I said, "Yes, I'll take those," and pointed with my stump. But sometimes I'm a frog. A blue tree frog that sings before it rains, and I change colors. I sit on your shoulder and sing in your ear as I turn purple.

  But I'm also a tattoo-addict, coffee-junkie, drummer, and aspiring skateboarder. I love you. Let’s be friends.

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  Drop me a line: imedenhudson@gmail.com

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