The forbidding world of Deathlands is the legacy of a doomed age. How it came to be—and why—are questions lost in the wreckage of post-apocalyptic reality. Though survival in this stange and surreal new world conspires to crush the human spirit, hope is not dead for Ryan Cawdor's survivalist warriors. But staying alive requires a ready weapon and a willingness to kill.
SHOCK WAVES OF DOOM
Krysty Wroth's sentient power comes under psychic attack by a mortally wounded doomie desperate to find a new vessel for her mystical abilities, placing Ryan's group in double jeopardy. As the group flees a firefight in Idaho, escaping upriver with the ragged survivors of a savaged ville, the voyage through the mutie-infested waters leads to a confrontation with a baron who discovery of pre-dark space technology may lead them to the shocking truth of the legacy of Deathlands...
In the Deathlands, hell is for the living.
The lock had been ripped from the door
Ryan grabbed Krysty's shoulder and rolled her over. She twisted bonelessly, and the loose way she moved made him certain she was dead.
The breath caught in Ryan's throat as he stared at his lover's pale face. Then he noticed her breasts rise with a drawn breath. Gently he reached toward her face, cupping her chin in his callused hand.
"Wake up," he urged hoarsely. The one-eyed man patted her cheek tenderly but with enough force to rock her head slighty. "You've got to wake up!"
Abruptly Krysty sat up, her eyes snapping open and into focus like the electronic sights on a war wag. There was another presence. "Do not presume to touch me, whoreson!"