I Am Not Junco Omnibus: Books Four - Six

BOOK: I Am Not Junco Omnibus: Books Four - Six
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Two years have passed since Inanna stole Junco...


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Nine


The Magpie Bridge


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen





Chapter One—LUCAN

Chapter Two—LUCAN

Chapter Three—LUCAN

Chapter Four—TIER

Chapter Five—TIER

Chapter Six—TIER

Chapter Seven—JUNCO

Chapter Eight—JUNCO

Chapter Nine—JUNCO

Chapter Ten—ASHUR

Chapter Eleven—ASHUR

Chapter Twelve—ASHUR

Chapter Thirteen—LUCAN

Chapter Fourteen—LUCAN

Chapter Fifteen—LUCAN

Chapter Sixteen—TIER

Chapter Seventeen—TIER

Chapter Eighteen—ANNUN

Chapter Nineteen—JUNCO

Chapter Twenty—ASHUR

Chapter Twenty-One—ANNUN

Chapter Twenty-Two—ASHUR

Chapter Twenty-Three—JUNCO

Chapter Twenty-Four—ASHUR

Chapter Twenty-Five—TIER

Chapter Twenty-Six—LUCAN

Chapter Twenty-Seven—TIER

Chapter Twenty-Eight—JUNCO

Chapter Twenty-Nine—TIER

Chapter Thirty—JUNCO

Chapter Thirty-One—LUCAN

Chapter Thirty-Two—JUNCO

Chapter Thirty-Three—JUNCO

Chapter Thirty-Four—TIER

Chapter Thirty-Five—LUCAN

Chapter Thirty-Six—ASHUR

Chapter Thirty-Seven—ASHUR

Chapter Thirty-Eight—JUNCO

Chapter Thirty-Nine—TIER

Chapter Forty—JUNCO

Chapter Forty-One—JUNCO

Chapter Forty-Two—JUNCO

Chapter Forty-Three—LUCAN

Chapter Forty-Four—JUNCO

Chapter Forty-Five—JUNCO

Chapter Forty-Six—JUNCO

End of Book Shit

About the Author


I Am Not Junco



By J. A. Huss


Edited by RJ Locksley

Cover Art by James Ledger

Cover Design by JA Huss

Interior Design by JA Huss

Copyright © 2012-2016 by J. A. Huss

All rights reserved.

I Am Not Junco, Book Four


By J. A. Huss







Two years have passed since Inanna stole Junco away from Lucan.

Two years of unimaginable pain. Two years of bones being broken. Two years of mutilation and torture. Two years of fear and loneliness in a morph tank. And that's not something you just get over, even if you are psycho assassin Junco Coot.

Lucan rescued her, but now Junco has to learn to live with the consequences. Her Siblings are bitter and angry, half her team is dead, Tier is on a rampage building a weapon to fight the High Order, Gideon is planning his own private war of the worlds and Lucan is holding his secrets close again. Even as her Destiny is rushing up to meet her, Junco is slipping into insanity.

There is only so much one girl can take. Forgiveness has a limit. There are only so many lies that can be ignored, only so many secrets that can remain hidden, and only so many memories that can be repressed.

Junco Coot is back, but the world is about to wish she wasn't.










Peak City basks in the glow of dawn, all the natural color washed out of the high-rise buildings that wind their way up the side of the mountain, replaced with a hazy orange that reminds me of sherbet. The Goat lurches a few times as I pick up speed to enter the tunnel that will shuttle me through the mountain and into the valley where I have an appointment with death.

I've never been sanctioned to work outside my father's explicit instructions but life has changed considerably in the past few months. Mrs. Strauss showing up at the house to take me back to school a week early, my father not being home all summer, no birthday week, Gideon went missing, and HOUSE's cryptic message that led to this opportunity. All weird shit that's been screaming at me to prepare.

And that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Prepare. For the fucking shit to hit the fucking fan because I can feel it. It's definitely coming.

The road twists after I leave the tunnel and I guide my aging vehicle onto an almost hidden dirt track. I'll leave tire marks but it's pretty windy today. I'm confident that the dust will swirl and scatter long before anyone enters this forest with forensic equipment, so I don't give a shit.

Let them figure out who killed the Peaks mayor. Like I care. I could kill him from point-blank range at high noon during the Patriots' Day parade and probably get away with it.

All I want is the biometrics so I can get the connection as payment because I need what they have.

I turn off the main track at the 13.28 mile mark and I lurch up and down as the pine needles reach out and slap the side of the Goat.

My smile brightens as I pull out into the clearing and spy the swirling eddy, then swing around and mow down several saplings to partially conceal my vehicle. They'll see that too, the way I flattened the aspens. But fuck it.

I brought just enough supplies to get me through this job and a possible firefight on the way out and that's it. Ten rounds for the rifle, a TZi with four pre-loaded ten-shot mags, and a bottle of water. I check my timeclip and hoof it downstream another quarter of a mile, then find the tree I scoped out last weekend and climb.

The pine resin sticks to my hands as I make my way to the proper bough, another possible giveaway that I am the shooter if I am caught, but again—who fucking cares?

My timeclip buzzes against my skin and I check upriver.


He's busy navigating the rapids and the kayak is being jostled this way and that, just like every other time I've seen him out here. He's not really great at this kayaking stuff. I mean, he's been practicing this stretch of river for two months if I believe what they told me.

And I do believe them. They have a look about them that says ‘we know shit’.

So, yeah. He's not that great at kayaking because even I could navigate this baby-ass, wannabe whitewater and I've only been kayaking a few times.

I take out my rifle, don't bother with the bipod, just brace Big Boy against the tree limb, and scope my ticket to freedom as he weaves his way towards death.

BOOK: I Am Not Junco Omnibus: Books Four - Six
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