“If there’s another world out there, an unnuked world, maybe we wouldn’t want to come back.”
“Mebbe you wouldn’t want to come back,” Krysty said.
“If you’ve got big love in your heart for Deathlands because you were born here, that’s your business,”
Mildred told her. “From what I’ve seen, I’d say all the hellscape does is kick our asses.”
“And what if the captain isn’t telling us the whole truth?”
“A guy doesn’t survive solo without having some neat tricks up his sleeve,” J.B. said with confidence.
Ryan held up his hands. “It’s about the devil we know versus the devil we don’t. The familiar, bad as it is, is still familiar. We can pretty much reckon how we’re gonna die. Starvation. Thirst. Gutshot. Ate by some mutie. I don’t particularly care where I croak or how.”
“So you’re for taking this pipe-dream trip and mebbe never coming back?” Krysty said, aghast.
A GOLD EAGLE BOOK FROM
TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON
AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG
STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN
MADRID • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND
I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O
death, I will be thy plagues; O grave, I will be thy destruction.
