The End
Authors: Charlie Higson
Tags: #Juvenile Fiction, #Horror & Ghost Stories, #Action & Adventure, #General
Contents
A Note on
The End
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
The Enemy Series Timeline
Charlie Higson isn’t only the writer of the critically acclaimed
The Enemy
series, or the creator of Young Bond, which has been translated into twenty-five languages. He’s also an actor, scriptwriter, director, producer and former singer. He has written four crime books for adults, presented a film series for Channel 4 (
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
) and appeared as himself in many TV panel shows, including
QI
,
Have I Got News for You
and
Never Mind the Buzzcocks
.
On leaving university he formed an indie band, The Higsons, before giving it up to become a painter and decorator (the pay was better). It was around this time that he started writing for television on
Saturday Night Live
, and he went on to create the hugely successful comedy series
The Fast Show
, in which he also appeared. Other TV works include
Harry Enfield’s Television Programme
,
Randall & Hopkirk (Deceased)
and the sitcom
Swiss Toni.
His work for radio includes the award-winning spoof phone-in programme
Down the Line
(BBC Radio 4), which became the television comedy series
Bellamy’s People
(BBC 2).
Charlie doesn’t do Facebook but you can tweet him
@monstroso
Praise for Charlie Higson’s writing:
‘Ruthless’
–
SFX
‘Entertainment of the highest calibre’
–
Books Quarterly
‘adrenaline-inducing’
–
Sunday Times
‘Charlie Higson’s Young Bond books get an A*’
–
GQ
‘Clever … fast-paced … inventive’
–
Guardian
‘like a John Wyndham survival story …’
–
The Times
‘Good, gritty and funny’
–
Daily Mail
‘Double-oh so good’
–
Sunday Times
For all of you …
Vicky, Frank, Jim and Sidney
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again – a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought – and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails – men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
From ‘Darkness’ by Lord Byron
THE EVENTS IN
THE END
RUN PARALLEL TO THE EVENTS IN
THE HUNTED
, UNTIL THE CLOSING CHAPTERS WHEN ALL SEVEN BOOKS COME TOGETHER.
1
They walked north up Exhibition Road, between the Victoria and Albert on their right and the Science Museum on their left. It was a wide road, wide enough for four lanes of traffic, with a weird grid pattern on it made of different coloured paving bricks. A line of tall poles, like flagpoles, ran down the middle.
Ryan’s hunters stayed in a pack, marching in step, almost
like a military unit. The hunters scared Paddy, with their huge dogs and their studs and their leather masks made out of the faces of dead grown-ups. They were filthy dirty and they smelt of blood and sweat and worse. They reminded Paddy of the wild kids he’d been living with in St James’s Park before Achilleus and his friends had turned up. Ryan even had a string of human ears hanging
from his belt.
At least Paddy felt safe with them, though. They were used to these streets. They owned them. He saw how easy they were, and on top of things at the same time. Listening, looking, aware of everything that was going on around them without making a big deal out of it. Five of their dogs trotted ahead, off their leashes. Sniffing everywhere, weeing everywhere, scouting
around. The rest of the dogs, the biggest, meanest-looking ones, were kept on
short, heavy chains and walked obediently at the boys’ sides.
