Before the Dawn
Lindsey Fairleigh & Lindsey
(The Ending #4)
Publication date: November 20th
Genres: New Adult, Post-Apocalyptic, Romance
ago, the Virus killed off most people in the world.
A year ago, strange things started happening to those who survived. Some of them
transformed into something dark and sinister, while others evolved, becoming
something more, something beyond human.
A year ago, Dani and Zoe were lost. They traversed the country to find one another,
losing some of the people dearest to them along the way. They fought for their right to
simply live, uncovered long-buried secrets, and discovered irreversible truths. And after
everything Dani and Zoe have been through—even with the battle wounds that they
bear—they’re still not safe.
It’s time for the struggling to end, for survivors to take back their lives, their families,
their safety. It’s time to really begin to live, and to do that, they must wait for the first rays
For three hours, I’d been sitting at the dining room table, my sketchpad washed in
the baleful color of late morning that shone through the narrow windows, overlooking
what appeared to be a deserted farm. Everyone was hiding indoors, dehydrating food,
wrenching, painting, and—in Annie’s case—playing with kitties, all sheltered from the
Hearing the creak of the front door opening, I looked up. Tavis stepped inside, rain
dripping off his coat as he leaned forward and peered into the dining room at me, his
feet planted firmly on the welcome mat.
“Hey,” I said, folding my arms in front of me.
Tavis smiled, his warm, customary greeting. “Morning.” But even in his natural, easy
air, there was something about the way he looked at me that made even the slightest
linger of his gaze and the quickest glance seem like something more. I could’ve pried,
could’ve peeked and prodded, but I was a little too hesitant to learn the reason.
“You seen our animal whisperer anywhere? We’ve got a horse with colic out here.
We could use her Ability.” Tavis pointed to his head.
His facial expressions always made me laugh, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him
as I glanced outside. Darker clouds approached quickly from the west. “She’s out with
Jason,” I said, “foraging. Hopefully they’ll be home soon.”
“Ah, foraging,” he said with a wink. “Got it.” And then he was out the door, and I
watched as he strode back toward the stable.
I took a sip of lukewarm coffee, settling back into work mode, and let out a sigh as I
stared down at the start of my second blueprint of the day. I tapped my charcoal pencil
on the tabletop and glanced between Jason’s hasty, ill-proportioned sketch and my own,
hoping I was interpreting his floorplans for the new smokehouse accurately. I’d gotten
quite good at looking past his scribbled letters and numbers, relying mostly on the
arrows and the drawing itself to help me decipher the rest.
Footsteps creaking overhead and feminine laughter were followed by a muffled “You
wish, buddy” that floated down the stairs of the otherwise silent house. No wonder
Harper had been so anxious to rearrange the infirmary. Chris laughed again, a sound I’d
been hearing more and more frequently over the months. My eyebrow rose of its own
accord, and I reached for the mug beside my sketchpad. A contented smile splayed my
lips as I appreciated the happy routine we’d all seemed to fall into, gloomy weather or
After draining the contents of my mug, I absently set it aside, deciding the beams in
the smokehouse roof needed to be closer together if they were going to support the
An ear-piercing cry rolled in with the distant rumble of thunder.
Eyes narrowed and heartbeat thrumming, I jumped to my feet and gazed through
the window at the gravel drive. Opening my mind, I felt Dani’s desperation and anguish
before I even saw her.
“—shot!” With hair matted from the rain and her clothes drenched, Dani sprinted
clumsily up the driveway, her eyes wide with terror. “He’s been shot!
Lindsey Fairleigh lives her life with one foot in a book—as long as that book
transports her to a magical world or bends the rules of science. Her novels, from post-
apocalyptic to time travel and historical fantasy, always offer up a hearty dose of
unreality, along with plenty of adventure and romance. When she’s not working on her
next novel, Lindsey spends her time reading and trying out new recipes in the kitchen.
She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her two very confused cats.
hospital on her elementary school soccer field, wrote her first YA manuscript in high
school, and as an adult, expresses herself through writing. Her novels are inspired by
her observations of the world
around her—whether she’s traveling, people watching, or hiking. When not plotting her
next storyline or dreaming up new, brooding characters, Lindsey’s wrapped in blankets
watching her favorite action flicks or going on road trips with her own leading man.