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438 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 2, 2012
The dart snapped so close to Dean's head that it flicked his hair. He clapped his hand to his head, quite sure for a second that Jenny had hit him. But then Henry, behind him, fell to the floor, and started kicking and shaking convulsively.
Captain Black roared and shook his blood-caked head, and then he suddenly went for Henry with all the rhythmic, quick, unstoppable speed of a small locomotive. Half-jokingly, Henry said, 'Hey, old buddy, take it easy!' and lifted up his hand to fend him off. But then Henry realized that he was trapped in a corner between two pigpens and that Captain Black was trotting towards him very, very fast, and that this wasn't a joke at all [excuse me, two people have already been killed horribly in this scene and he's in a joking mood?!?], but a threatening situation [ya think?!?] in which he could very easily get himself killed.
'He come on now, piggie!' he joked, as Captain Black trotted closer and closer. 'Only in fun, okay?'
Captain Black stepped onto his face. In pounds-per-square-inch, his muddy trotter had enough force to punch a hole clean through an automobile door. It drove through nose and jaw and palate and brain-pan. There was a high-pitched crunch. Creamy yellow brains squirted out of Bryan's ears like liquid cod roes. He jumped and jerked and flailed his arms in the air, but nobody could look at him because everybody knew that he was dead.
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