{"id":263871,"date":"2026-07-15T01:42:35","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T22:42:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/into-the-dead-fall-em-portugues-susan-trombley\/"},"modified":"2026-07-15T01:42:35","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T22:42:35","slug":"into-the-dead-fall-em-portugues-susan-trombley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/into-the-dead-fall-em-portugues-susan-trombley\/","title":{"rendered":"Into The Dead Fall Em Portugues – Susan Trombley"},"content":{"rendered":"
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His injuries made each step an agony as he dragged the sled, but finally he made it back to his compound. By this time, Alice had stopped shivering and her eyes were closed. She was still\u2014too still. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms and reassure her that everything would be fine, but that was not to happen. He was in too much pain to even carry her.<\/p>\n

As it was, he\u2019d had to drag the Histri\u2019i into his house, laying him out on a mattress he pulled from his storeroom into the main room. With Alice, he was able to rouse her and coax her to help herself off the sled, though she looked around at the familiar surroundings of his compound covered by snow with a blank expression in her beautiful eyes. Unseeing, she allowed him to lead her without any resistance into his house, going to her corner like one walking in her sleep.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t stop her from curling up on her mattress, pulling her blanket up over her head and shutting out the world. She\u2019d been so out of it that he was surprised when she came up to him a little later, after he\u2019d set the broken bones he could feel on the Histri\u2019i. He\u2019d put aside the bandages and was stoking the fire in the stove to boil up the herbal broth that would rapidly advance his and the Histri\u2019i\u2019s healing.<\/p>\n

Alice wordlessly took the wood chunk from him to feed the stove. As she reached for a second piece from the woodpile beside the stove, she said something to him in her soft voice, motioning for him to rest on his mattress with her other hand, gesturing that she could finish up boiling the pan of broth. He was ashamed that his pained groans had probably woken her out of a much-needed rest. She had removed most of the layers of clothes, and her face was fully bared now.<\/p>\n

Dark circles bruised the pale skin beneath her eyes, and deep lines were etched into her normally smooth features. He wasn\u2019t an expert on facial expressions, but he could see that she was exhausted, and though not physically hurt, she was aching inside. He\u2019d failed to protect her from this trauma, and yet, rather than blame him, she was trying to take care of him, when it should be the other way around.<\/p>\n

When he refused to relinquish the broth to her, she raised her voice, pointing with a sharper gesture towards his bed. Her mouth was bent down in a displeased expression, and she practically growled at him. He\u2019d seen anger from a female before, but never from this one.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2018 by Susan Trombley Copyright \u00a9 2019 by Susan Trombley for 1st revised edition All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously.<\/p>\n

Book cover design by Kasmit Covers Character artwork by Susan Trombley Created with Vellum OceanofPDF.com CHARACTER PORTRAITS Portrait of Iyaren Portrait of Tak of Clan Et OceanofPDF.com T 1 wo weeks after Evelyn\u2019s wedding to Jarrett Evans, Alice caught her sister stuffing their father\u2019s \u201cbug-out\u201d bag into the trunk of her tiny Hyundai. She cautiously approached Evie, who continued to try to pound the over-full rucksack into what little space remained in the trunk after the addition of a full-sized spare tire, two topped-off cans of gasoline, and enough camping gear to last until doomsday.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou expecting an apocalypse?\u201d \u201cI need to get away. Now! No,\u201d Evie paused as if thinking, though she still had yet to face Alice, \u201cNow\u2019s too late. I need to get away yesterday.\u201d She started unlatching the rucksack. \u201cI wonder if Dad managed to pack a time machine in here. Sure would have been useful.\u201d Alice was really worried now. The bug-out bag had been dutiful- ly checked and updated every year as their father had insisted on them doing even after his death.<\/p>\n

But no one took it out of the closet with the intent of using it. It was for when the world went crazy\u2014 when \u201cshit hit the fan,\u201d as their father would say. As far as Alice was concerned, the world had already passed that boundary many times over and there\u2019d still been no need for such desperate measures.<\/p>\n

It was simply a last remnant of the stern, distant father they\u2019d loved so much that it almost made up for the fact that he probably hadn\u2019t loved them. He\u2019d been too busy preparing for an apocalypse that cancer made sure he wouldn\u2019t live to see. Missing doomsday had been his final disappointment.<\/p>\n

\u201cEvie, please stop packing the car with Daddy\u2019s memories and turn around and talk to me. I know you\u2019re upset. I heard about what happened with Jarrett. The police will track him down and get your money back. Don\u2019t let that low-down, dirty conman chase you away from your home.\u201d<\/p>\n

Evie spun to face Alice.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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