James Frey - The Calling

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THE END OF THE WORLD IS COMING. PLAY NOW. OR WE ALL LOSE.After centuries waiting in secret, twelve unbroken bloodlines, armed with hidden knowledge and lethal training, are called to take humanity’s fate into their hands…The first book in a game-changing new series by bestselling author, James Frey.Bryan High School, Omaha, Nebraska: Sarah stands at her graduation ceremony – perfect SATs, a star athlete, her life ahead of her. Then a meteor wipes out half her school. But Sarah is not hurt and not surprised. Because she is the Player of the 233rd line – the Cahokian. And she knows what this means.Endgame is here.Juliaca, Puno, Peru: Jago walks the streets after the meteor hits. There’s looting and violence but he’s not scared. He is the Player of the 21st line – the Olmec. And he’s ready.Endgame is here.China, Australia, Turkey… Twelve meteors fall. Cities and people burn. The news is full of the end of the world.But Sarah, Jago and ten others are already plotting and planning for the fight. They are the Players and Endgame is here.All but one of them will fail. But that one willsave the world. We hope…Written into this book is a puzzle. Solve the puzzle, and you will find the key to open a case of gold. Read the Books. Find the Clues. Solve the Puzzle. Who will Win?Google Niantic is building a mobile location-based augmented reality videogame inextricably tied to the books and mythology, a major prize will be tied to a puzzle in each book, and Twentieth Century Fox has bought the movie rights

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Because of this, Baitsakhan knows that the space rock will be there, waiting, alone. But when they are about a half mile from the impact zone they see a small group of people, and a worn Toyota Hilux, sitting in the distance.

Baitsakhan reins his horse and slows it to a walk. The other riders pull alongside him. Jalair draws a brass telescope from a saddlebag and looks across the plain. He makes a low sound.

“Who are they?” Baitsakhan asks.

“Don’t know. One wears an ushanka . Another has a rifle. The truck has three external gas cans. One of the men is leaning on a long pry bar. Two are bending to the ground. The one with the rifle is going toward the Hilux.”

Bat rests a longbow across his lap. Bold absently checks his smartphone. No signal, of course, not this far out. He opens Temple Run and starts a new game.

“Do they have the rock?” Baitsakhan asks.

“Hard to tell … wait. Yes. Two are carrying something small but heavy. It’s wrapped in hide.”

“Have they seen us?” Bat asks. “Not yet,” Jalair says.

“Let’s introduce ourselves,” Baitsakhan says.

Baitsakhan kicks his horse and it launches into a canter. The others follow. Each of the horses is light brown with a braided mane and black tail. Dust rises behind the beasts. The group around the meteorite notices them, but they don’t show any alarm.

When they draw very near, Baitsakhan reins his horse and, before it stops, jumps from the saddle. “Hello, friends!” he calls. “What have you found?”

“Why should we tell you?” the man with the pry bar says cockily. He has a low, raspy voice and a thick, excessively groomed mustache. Next to him is the man in the Russian hat. Between them on the ground is the hide-wrapped bundle.

“Because I asked,” Baitsakhan answers politely.

Bat gets off his horse and begins to casually check his animal’s shoes and hooves for rocks. Bold, still in the saddle, gets his phone out and restarts Temple Run.

A short grizzled man with horribly pockmarked skin steps forward.

“Forgive him. He’s like that with everyone,” he says.

“Shut up, Terbish,” Pry Bar says.

“We think we found a shooting star,” Terbish says, ignoring Pry Bar.

Baitsakhan leans toward the bundle. “Can we see it?”

“Yeah, not every day you get to see a meteorite,” Jalair says from atop his horse.

“What’s going on?” someone calls. It’s the man returning from the Hilux. He’s tall and casually holds a .30-06 at his side.

“These kids want to see the rock,” Terbish says, studying Baitsakhan.

“And I don’t see why not.”

“Cool!” Baitsakhan exclaims. “Jalair, check out this crater!”

“I see it.”

Baitsakhan doesn’t know, but this meteorite is the smallest of the 12. Less than 0.2112 meters. The smallest rock for the youngest Player. Terbish smiles. “I found one of these when I was about your age,” he says to Baitsakhan. “Near the Chinese border. The Soviets took it, of course. They took everything in those days.”

“So they say.” Baitsakhan sticks his hands in his jean pockets. Jalair dismounts, his feet crunching on the gravel.

Terbish turns toward the bundle. “Altan, unwrap the thing.”

The man in the ushanka bends and peels back the pony hide.

Baitsakhan peers into it. The thing is a hunk of black metal the size of a small shoe box, pockmarked with glowing lattices of gold and verdigris ingots, like extraterrestrial stained glass. Baitsakhan removes his hands from his pockets and drops to a knee. Terbish stands over him. Pry Bar sighs. Rifleman takes a few steps forward. Bat’s horse whinnies as Bat adjusts the girth.

“It is beautiful, isn’t it?” Terbish says.

“Looks valuable,” Baitsakhan says innocently.

Jalair points. “Is that gold?”

“I knew we shouldn’t have shown it to them,” Pry Bar says.

“They’re boys,” Terbish says. “This is like a dream come true. They can tell their friends at school about it.”

Baitsakhan stands. “We don’t go to school.”

“No?” Terbish wonders. “What do you do then?”

“Train,” Jalair says.

“For what?” Pry Bar asks.

Baitsakhan takes a pack of gum out of his vest and pops a piece in his mouth. “Do you mind if we check something, Terbish?”

Terbish frowns. “What?”

“Go ahead, Jalair,” Baitsakhan says.

But Jalair has already started. He quickly bends over the meteorite. He has a small black stone in his hand. It has a series of perfectly cut T-shaped holes in it. He runs his hand over the rock, underneath it. His eyes widen. “Yes, this is it,” he says.

Bold turns off his smartphone, puts it in a cargo pocket on his pant leg, spits.

“Bubble gum?” Baitsakhan holds the pack of gum out for Terbish. Rifleman frowns and moves the gun across his body, holding it with two hands.

Terbish shakes his head. “No thanks. We’re going to be going now.” Baitsakhan pockets the gum. “Okay.”

Jalair stands as Altan starts to rewrap the boulder.

“Don’t bother,” Jalair orders.

Pry Bar huffs. “You little shits seriously aren’t trying to say you’re taking this thing, are you?”

Baitsakhan blows a pink bubble. It bursts across his face and he gobbles it back into his mouth. “That’s exactly what we’re saying.” Terbish draws a skinning knife from his belt and takes a step backward. “I’m sorry, kid, but I don’t think so. We found it first.”

“Some yak herders found it first.”

“I don’t see any yak herders around here,” Pry Bar says.

“We told them to leave. And they know to listen. The rock belongs to us.”

“He’s being modest,” Jalair adds. “It actually belongs to him.”

“You?” Terbish asks doubtfully.

“Yes.”

“Ha!” Pry Bar says, holding the rod like a quarterstaff. “I’ve never heard anything so ridicu—”

Jalair cuts Pry Bar short by grabbing the rod, twisting it free, and slamming the pointed end into Pry Bar’s sternum, knocking the wind out of him. Rifleman shoulders the .30-06, but before he can fire, an arrow strikes him cleanly through the neck.

They’d forgotten about Bat behind his horse.

Altan, the man in the hat, gets his hands around the bundle, but Bold throws a black metal dart at him, about eight inches long and a half inch in diameter. It strikes Altan through the hat’s earflap and drives a few inches into his head. He collapses and begins to foam at the mouth. His arms and legs dance. His eyes roll.

Terbish is full of terror and disbelief. He turns and sprints for the truck.

Baitsakhan blows a short whistle through his teeth. His horse trots next to him; he jumps on, kicks it in its side. It catches Terbish in seconds. Baitsakhan pulls hard, and the horse rears and comes down on Terbish’s shoulders and neck. The man is crushed into the earth as the horse turns a tight circle first one way then the next, prancing over Terbish’s body, crushing his bones, taking his fading life.

When Baitsakhan returns to the crater, Pry Bar is sitting on the ground, his legs in front of him, his nose bloody, his hands tied behind him. The rod is under his elbows, and Jalair is pulling up on it.

Baitsakhan jumps from his horse.

The man spits. “What did we ever do to—”

Baitsakhan puts his fingers to his lips. “Shh.” He holds out his other hand, and Bat appears as if from nowhere and places a long and gleaming blade in it. “Don’t talk.”

“What are you doing?” the man pleads.

“Playing,” Baitsakhan says.

“What? Why?” Pry Bar asks.

Baitsakhan puts the knife against the man’s neck and slowly slices the man’s throat open.

“This is Endgame,” Baitsakhan says. “There is no why.”

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