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Not every invasion can be repelled. Some simply have to be endured.
That’s all sixteen year old Katelynn Ross is trying to do: endure what this unearthly invasion has done to her world and her life, what it did to her father, what it does to her mother every day, all while trying to hold onto the dim hope that someday, somehow, things will get better…
The invaders are officially known as Transmigrating Hostiles, but people on the street call them a variety of names: screamin’ demons, hellhounds, Subjekt 44s; take your pick. Whatever you choose to call them, though, never forget how they tear us apart from the inside when they flee from their world into ours.
Transmigrating Hostiles Detection Specialists (T.H.D.S.) can see the creatures about to rip us open before the ripping begins, before any blood is shed â€" some people call them Thuds but most refer to them as beastseers.
Because of this talent, society both hates and reveres beastseers. Reveres, because they can alert people to the danger of an otherworldly monstrosity about to tear its way into our world from its own. Hates, because who wants to be told they’re about to die in a shower of their own blood and innards?
Cooper Kirby is one such beastseer and has long since tossed his hope to the wind. He watched his wife and son both die gruesomely giving passage to the creatures intent on using them as doorways. The pain of it has caused him to lose his way, and in his neighbor, young Katelynn Ross, he sees a chance to put things right.
Nothing may ever be right with Katelynn again, though. She hates beastseers with a thunderous unforgiving passion; for the pain they’ve caused her, for the father they stole from her, but mostly because she discovered not too long ago that she is one herself.
That’s all sixteen year old Katelynn Ross is trying to do: endure what this unearthly invasion has done to her world and her life, what it did to her father, what it does to her mother every day, all while trying to hold onto the dim hope that someday, somehow, things will get better…
The invaders are officially known as Transmigrating Hostiles, but people on the street call them a variety of names: screamin’ demons, hellhounds, Subjekt 44s; take your pick. Whatever you choose to call them, though, never forget how they tear us apart from the inside when they flee from their world into ours.
Transmigrating Hostiles Detection Specialists (T.H.D.S.) can see the creatures about to rip us open before the ripping begins, before any blood is shed â€" some people call them Thuds but most refer to them as beastseers.
Because of this talent, society both hates and reveres beastseers. Reveres, because they can alert people to the danger of an otherworldly monstrosity about to tear its way into our world from its own. Hates, because who wants to be told they’re about to die in a shower of their own blood and innards?
Cooper Kirby is one such beastseer and has long since tossed his hope to the wind. He watched his wife and son both die gruesomely giving passage to the creatures intent on using them as doorways. The pain of it has caused him to lose his way, and in his neighbor, young Katelynn Ross, he sees a chance to put things right.
Nothing may ever be right with Katelynn again, though. She hates beastseers with a thunderous unforgiving passion; for the pain they’ve caused her, for the father they stole from her, but mostly because she discovered not too long ago that she is one herself.
