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They kept us locked in walled cities, away from the unlucky people who got infected.I suppose that made us the lucky ones, but for me it was a pretty tough pill to swallow. Before everything went down - before a combination of rabies and leprosy turned people into something an awful lot like zombies - I was a Maryland doctor, nearing retirement, wealthy and respected, even if I was a pompous ass. In the walled city, all of that disappeared and I had nothing. Not until Rosa showed up one day. She had dreams, making me realize that I had lost mine. If not for her, I would never have escaped. Never seen the world outside the walls. Never known hope again.In the end, after what happened, I wish I never had.-----A best seller in Post Apocalyptic fiction SPR review: 4.5 stars "The book sets up a believable and in many ways terrifying world, one which takes the zombie genre in a direction that can actually be called unique..."IndieReader review: 4 stars "...the tension steadily builds as the narrative progresses, exploding at certain moments with lively, exciting action scenes and gritty images...""A post apocalyptic environment, and mind set, that is unlike any other I have ever read, and I have read literally over a hundred books by now dealing with post apocalyptic worlds.""I didn't mean to read this all in one day, but I had to stay up to finish it. Normally, I'm able to put even exciting books down and go to sleep, but this one kept me awake and wanting more.""Every bit as good as the Walking Dead series.""1984 mixed with The Stand, but much quicker paced.""I've read a lot of zombie books, and this is one of the most disturbing I've read - because it seems so plausible.""Keith Soares turns the world upside down in this page turner, giving readers an all-too-plausible look at what can happen. Tight dialogue and a fast-paced plot make Oasis of Filth one to be remembered."

I didn't care anymore, not after what happened at The Oasis... and afterward.I just walked, not concerned if I'd live or die. Strange how things change. How a little house, a dog, and a total stranger worked their way into my heart and soul when I didn't think I had either of those things left anymore. I thought I was too old for all of it, certainly too old to care much for my own wellbeing. But the others? Having them around changed my outlook, made me protective.When new dangers appeared, having friends made me truly understand one thing: fear.-----A best seller in Post Apocalyptic fiction SPR review: 5 stars "While a book about outcasts banding together may seem as overdone a trope as zombie fiction itself, once again I have to assure anyone reading this that the author, Keith Soares, is in all ways a step above those expectations in his ideas and his execution... I don't recommend reading this book; I recommend reading every book this author publishes, as I have no doubt he will continue raising the bar."IndieReader review: 4.5 stars "Soares paints a frightening, realistic picture of life in a post-apocalyptic world... It's refreshing to read a book in this vein that allows the reader to explore a protagonist's anguish without relying on a flat, twenty-something hero.""This book should come with a warning: You will not be going anywhere for a while once you read the first chapter.""'The Hopeless Pastures' is a worthy sequel to 'The Oasis of Filth' - a story that stands on its own, but also expertly sets up the final chapter to this compelling series.""Boy does the author deliver. The dramatic arcs of the story are like riding a great rollercoaster.""Soares does a masterful job of making the situations and outcomes seem eerily plausible, which heightens the creepiness factor and suspense immensely for me."

What the hell did I know about leading, about trying to save people?I used to think I was saving people, before, back when I was a suburban doctor. That was nothing. The disease that made people into something like zombies didn't just take away the lives of the infected, it took away everything - family, community, civilization itself. How could I save people from that? But the younger ones looked up to me in some weird way, given that I was well past my sixtieth birthday. Maybe they thought it made me wise. And maybe it did, because I knew one thing as clear as day.We might not all get killed by this world, this disease, but there's no way we're all getting out alive.-----A best seller in Post Apocalyptic fiction SPR review: 5 stars "The book is a strong finale and pushes its characters to their limit without hesitation. Each chapter is tense yet bleak, but the small victories that come with each crossed bridge and hurdle are drunk in by the weary narrator, and the small glimmer of hope he becomes charged with shines on through each terrifying step."IndieReader review: 4.5 stars "A tale of salvation with all too human characters face the ravages of a pandemic. Coupling their minds with their courage, the small band of sojourners finds their way out of the darkness of impending death to a new beginning for the human race.""A wonderful story. This series grabbed me from the start and wouldn't let go. When I wasn't reading it, I was thinking about it. The characters in this story were amazing. Strong willed, funny and someone that I would have called friend.""My favorite apocalyptic tale. The quality of writing and the story line are superb. I am only sad to say that "From Blood Reborn" is the last of the series.""Even though you're reading about a wild, post-apocalyptic time, the tale remains grounded in reality. That's what makes it so chilling."

My name is John Black and I have a date with destiny. Actually, I had a date with Carrie, but it got postponed due to destiny. That's probably not an excuse most girls hear, even though it's true. I need to go to the city, to try to finish things once and for all. But there's a problem. A new type of power has been discovered, and it's exactly what people like me don't want. Exactly what someone could use to shut us all down, permanently. So what do I do? Abuse this new power to fight my enemies, or live in fear they'll do the same to me? Either way, I don't think everyone's getting out of this alive. Destiny sucks.

My name is John Black and my time is up. It seems like the list of my enemies is growing while I can count my friends on just one hand. I'm not sure who I can trust anymore. Maybe no one. Superpowered villains, monsters, even the government. Everyone's out to get me. Even my sister Holly seems to be infected with something terrible. Or worse, someone terrible. I've tried for so long to save her from all this, but now I have to wonder: How can you save a person when maybe they don't want to be saved?

Electricity fills my body.And that's a good thing. Because I'm an electromagician - EM for short.My skin tingles as the energy courses through me, down to my fingertips. Someone's coming, though I don't know who. Doesn't matter. I know they want my power, and no one's taking that without a fight.As the electric charge inside me builds, my hair starts to lift. I hate when it does that, so I pull up my hoodie with one hand, seeing tiny arcs jump from one finger to the next. There's a thumping sound in the hallway. Time's up. I tense, ready to fight, concentrating on the door as the handle is jiggled by someone outside.I'm so focused I don't even hear the ones coming up behind. "There she is," a deep voice says. "There's Lightning Hopkins." Before I can even turn around, the voice growls a command. "Kill her."---From the bestselling author of the John Black series (For I Could Lift My Finger and Black Out the Sun, The Black Veins of the Earth) comes a new urban fantasy about a woman who can harness lightning to make magic. Keith Soares has "done it again " (ARC Review)---

"It should be easy," my brother told us. "It'll probably be fun." That was before anyone died.I don't know why I listened. I never fit in anywhere in my life. Why should this be different? I was born with both wealth and a power called electromagic, though I wish I had none of it. I wish I could find self worth on my own, without everyone deciding how important I am. And I should have known that there would be consequences to what my friends and I did in New York City, exposing the secrets of the people in charge.So they sent us to Paris, under the pretense of investigating an unusually high birth rate for new electromagicians. What we found instead was something that could threaten the entire structure of the world. But that's not the worst of it. The worst thing is that I might actually want our world to change.