Cold Eternity
From the author of Dead Silence and Ghost Station, a new space horror that blends the dystopian dread of Severance with the catastrophic approach to AI from M3gan
Halley Zwick is on the run.
Exposing an interplanetary conspiracy should have brought justice. Instead, it's brought Halley nothing but a target on her back. With nowhere left to turn, she boards a relic of the past- Elysian Fields, a drifting crypt in deep space.
Once hailed as humanity's answer to death itself, Elysian Fields was trillionaire Zale Winfield's promise to Earth's elite - cryo-sleep until medicine caught up with mortality. But that future never came. The program was abandoned. The barge has floated dark and silent for over a century.
Or so Halley thought.
The moment she steps aboard, something feels wrong. The silence isn't empty-it's watching. Shadows fall across corridors. Scratching claws echo in the vents. Whispers bleed from the walls. Something is crawling, slithering, waking.
As Halley descends into the heart of the ship, paranoia blurs into terror. The Elysian dead may not be sleeping-and what woke them is hungry...
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From the author of Dead Silence and Ghost Station, a new space horror that blends the dystopian dread of Severance with the catastrophic approach to AI from M3gan
Halley Zwick is on the run.
Exposing an interplanetary conspiracy should have brought justice. Instead, it's brought Halley nothing but a target on her back. With nowhere left to turn, she boards a relic of the past- Elysian Fields, a drifting crypt in deep space.
Once hailed as humanity's answer to death itself, Elysian Fields was trillionaire Zale Winfield's promise to Earth's elite - cryo-sleep until medicine caught up with mortality. But that future never came. The program was abandoned. The barge has floated dark and silent for over a century.
Or so Halley thought.
The moment she steps aboard, something feels wrong. The silence isn't empty-it's watching. Shadows fall across corridors. Scratching claws echo in the vents. Whispers bleed from the walls. Something is crawling, slithering, waking.
As Halley descends into the heart of the ship, paranoia blurs into terror. The Elysian dead may not be sleeping-and what woke them is hungry...
