The city of Boston isn’t prepared for the coming storm in this sequel to the “unpredictable” ( VOYA ) and “fast-paced” ( School Library Journal ) Savage from New York Times bestselling author Thomas E. Sniegoski. Sidney and her friends have survived the storm that came to the small island of Benediction, bringing with it almost unimaginable darkness and horror. But now the storm has reached Boston. The terror continues as Sidney and her friends work to protect the city from the newly crazed rampage of animals and try to figure out the origins of the storm and its power. Boston isn’t prepared for what’s coming in this suspenseful sequel to Savage from New York Times bestselling author Thomas E. Sniegoski. "Savage will encourage readers to cheer for their favorite characters to survive the storm. Just like a real natural disaster, Savage is unpredictable and its winds are relentless; there is never a lull in this storm—not even at the very end." -- VOYA "Supernatural and horror readers alike will speed through Sniegoski’s fast-paced tale and no doubt enthusiastically await the sequel." -- SLJ Thomas E. Sniegoski is the author of more than two dozen novels for adults, teens, and children. His books for teens include Legacy , Sleeper Code , Sleeper Agenda , and Force Majeure , as well as the series The Brimstone Network. As a comic book writer, Sniegoski’s work includes Stupid , Stupid Rat Tails , a prequel miniseries to international hit, Bone . Sniegoski collaborated with Bone creator Jeff Smith on the project, making him the only writer Smith has ever asked to work on those characters. He was born and raised in Massachusetts, where he still lives with his wife LeeAnne and their French Bulldog, Kirby. Visit him on the web at Sniegoski.com. Monstrous CHAPTER ONE Benediction Island, Massachusetts It was as if all sound had been sucked from the tent as the realization of what Borrows had just relayed from his tablet began to sink in. Another storm was forming. Not over tiny, peaceful Benediction Island, like yesterday, but over the city of Boston. Sidney sat numbly on the cot, watching the expressions of the others there with her. The scientist who had been asking her questions about the previous night looked as though he might be sick. What did he say his name was? Sayid? Dr. Sayid? The woman standing next to him, Langridge, immediately placed her hand on the butt of the gun that was holstered at her side. Cody, Sidney’s ex-boyfriend, and her friend Rich both looked like they wanted to run. Her new friend, Isaac, glanced around the tent as if bored. She had no idea what he might be thinking. And poor Snowy, her white German shepherd, whined pathetically and nuzzled Sidney’s hand as if reading their vibes. She didn’t blame any of them in the least for their reactions now, not after what they had experienced last night—what they had lost to the . . . Invasion. The word was sharp, cutting, brutal in its revelation. What had happened yesterday—what had come in the storm—it wasn’t anything natural at all. It had been planned—directed. She remembered the mental connection she’d made with something not of this world and shuddered so hard she thought her back might break. “I know what it is,” she said. “It’s an invasion.” They were all looking at her now. “How do you know what—” Langridge started to ask, moving toward her. “This is just the beginning,” Sidney continued, ignoring the security officer, wanting, needing them all to know how bad it truly was—how bad it was likely to get. “They come in the storm.” She saw, clear as day, the thing in the cave, its quivering, gelatinous mass, the thick black tendrils that covered it, broadcasting its signals throughout the island—urging everything that crawled, slithered, and flew to attack and kill if they could. No mercy. There was no mercy in an invasion like this. “The storm hides the arrival of the aliens. . . . It keeps us inside, isolated . . . and then they can—” “Sidney, where are you getting this from?” Dr. Sayid asked. She remembered the feel of the alien’s slippery, rubbery flesh beneath her and the sucking sounds as she’d stabbed her makeshift spear into its body over and over again. She remembered the sudden rush of energy through her body as she’d somehow connected with it, the images of an alternate reality that had filled her mind, and the others. The others, who had not at all liked her presence in their realm, had tried to destroy her mind. She could still feel something inside her head, something wrong—like a splinter just below the skin—imbedded, festering. Poisoning. “I . . . I somehow connected with it.” Langridge and Sayid looked at each other. Was that skepticism or fear on their faces? “Okay,” the scientist said, taking a deep breath and turning his eyes back to Sidney. “You’re saying that you somehow connected with the organism in the cave?” Sidney nodded, nervously petting Sn