Heathen/Nemesis

No one can be trusted.

How prophetic had been those words he’d written. How apt. How irritatingly, fittingly, fucking appropriate. She gritted her teeth in anger and pain.

And frustration?

No. She would not give in to these men. She would not let them have the Grimoire.

She wanted it. Not because she needed it, but because she was determined no one else should have it. It was like a prize. This hunt for the book had become a contest and Donna intended winning.

Life and death.

Win or lose.

There was no turning back now, even if she wanted to.

Life or death.

She looked at the guns.

Also by Shaun Hutson

Assassin

Breeding Ground

Captives

Compulsion

Deadhead

Death Day

Dying Words

Erebus

Exit Wounds

Hell to Pay

Hybrid

Knife Edge

Lucy’s Child

Necessary Evil

Nemesis

Purity

Relics

Renegades

Shadows

Slugs

Spawn

Stolen Angels

Twisted Souls

Victims

Warhol’s Prophecy

White Ghost

Heathen

SHAUN HUTSON

Hachette Digital

www.littlebrown.co.uk

This book is dedicated to my wife,

Belinda, without whom there would be nothing.

‘Truth is rarely pure, and never simple’