A Stella Christmas

By Alistair Wilkinson and Alison Rasmussen

The end of the world is still new to Stella and she's not yet sure exactly who she should be fighting for. Hook is there to help her, and, even if the Killer is determined to ignore Christmas, he's dreaming of batteries, booze and bath bombs. But Stella seems determined to ruin his mood.

It's the Cynosure’s first season of good will since the crash and the shufflers and angels are not sharing any festive cheer. Chased into hiding by the undead, Stella must decide whether or not to help some people trapped in Harrods department store.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9780244056988

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A Stella Christmas

A Stella Christmas

by Alistair Wilkinson

Cover illustration by Alison Rasmussen

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A Stella Christmas

‘We run!’ Stella shouted as the angel swept over them, its roaring jet pack leaving a near-invisible trail in the cold, dark December air above the vertical Harrods façade. She sprinted along the pavement, her breath streaming into the weak illumination of the few solar-powered street lights that still flickered into life in the perpetual night since the crash.

Hook chased behind her, his heavy footsteps pounding the pavement, his own breath ragged with fear and excitement. A metal bar, a metre and a half long, was strapped to his back 'We should try and take it,’ he called out to Stella.

‘Don’t be stupid, meathead,’ she shouted back. 'Have you ever seen anyone take an angel?’ The two of them ran around the corner into Basil Street. Stella glanced over her shoulder to make sure Hook was following, and slammed into a cycle rack, tripping amongst the red, rental bicycles. Hook skidded to a halt in the dust of the footpath. 'You okay?’ he asked her, the concern on his face genuine.

‘Fine,’ Stella snapped, grimacing at the fresh cuts and bruises that seemed to cover every inch of her body. She detangled herself from the bicycles and the two of them set off again.

The green awnings of Harrods, filthy with the dust from the crash, stretched away from them in a line of blacked green. Stella ducked beneath the first, pressing herself against a huge window. The glass was cold against her hands.

Hook crashed into the window, the metal bar cracking into the glass and his shoulder barging into Stella. 'Sorry,’ he said. He flashed a smile at her, his teeth white in the filth of his face.

Stella tutted at him and shoved him away, her push firm but not so that he would be forced out from beneath the cover of the awning. 'Just stay still and wait it out. '

Hook strained to look out and up to the dark sky, his skin wrinkling where he squinted, leaving black lines from the dust that perpetually filled the air. 'We can take it. Reckon the kit’d be useful as well; Gregor could make use of it. '

Stella scanned the skies with her night vision. The angels had risen higher and disappeared behind the awning. 'Not worth the risk. They never fly for long, not since the sun was taken from them. All we have to do is wait. '

‘Until some shufflers come and force us back into view again.