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Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html It was a hard battle, but the hordes of muties grew less The Amazons raced forward to gain ground, treading on the corpses of their chilled foes and driving the remaining stickies back. Surveying the carnage, Ryan gave a sigh of relief and exhaustion. “Fireblast, I … Read more
Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Ryan managed to stagger to his feet “Leave him,” Crow said softly. “He has every right to be angry. But he’s no danger to us now.” The words became strung out and distorted as the drag took effect. Ryan swayed on his feet, trying to reach … Read more
Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Ryan looked at his old friend. “You know what to do, J.B.” His hands up, the Armorer stepped into the line of fire. “Now, take it easy,” he said to the tall, backlit figures just inside the cave entrance. “You know we can’t hurt you. You … Read more
Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Sunchild #56 Deathlands “The question remains unanswered. Is there any of the poisonous old tech still on the premises, the rancid remnants of a bygone and perhaps best forgotten age? Some relic of that pernicious evil known as the Totality Concept?” Doc hadn’t idly brought up … Read more
Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html /* /*]] */ D4 “We will not leave those clouds alive,” Doc warned. Ryan drew his blaster and started firing, the red-hot rounds easily punching through the tough polymer and deflating the balloons. “Water!” Krysty called out, pointing ahead. There was a wide break in the … Read more
Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Krysty’s voice cried out, her blaster blazing steadily More voices rang out, the smoke and the steel walls distorting their origins. The LeMat discharged five, six, seven times in a row, the last answered by an anguished scream. Slapping in a fresh clip, Ryan grunted his … Read more
Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html “We take this ship!” a bald pirate shouted. Desperate men charged the wounded defenders. Lying on the deck, Ryan emptied his blaster at the pirates, chilling two more before they were past him and charging the others. They clearly wanted no part of the raven-haired man … Read more
Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html #52 in the Deathland series …no sane man who has ever fought in a war ever wishes to do so again. It is madness and chaos and nightmare combined. Yet most will do so again and again for the most ordinary of reasons: honor, duty, a … Read more
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Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Dean scanned the area. “Where’s Krysty?” Startled, Ryan jerked his head around. One glance told him she wasn’t in the tank with them. Rushing to a blasterport, the one-eyed man blew away the outside greenery with a single discharge and looked frantically at the alleyway. Ivy … Read more
Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html /* /*]] */ D2 “Don’t break, don’t break, don’t break!” J.B. muttered the litany as the friends raced through an obstacle course of boiling springs and over ground he knew had to be undermined. They ran on a crust of earth that could give way under … Read more
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Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Ryan glanced in the rearview mirror “We’re not going to get away,” he shouted grimly. “We have to,” Mildred answered, then shrugged and dropped her heavy med kit. “Heave the supplies! Stunned for a moment by the incredible act, Ryan resolutely reached behind for his backpack. … Read more
Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html /* /*]] */ /* /*]] */ D1 The satellite dish shook under the steady barrage of rounds Staying low, Ryan knew that attacking meant certain death. Pawing through the bloody clothes of the corpses piled under the dish, the one-eyed man found the wrong end of … Read more
Book Preview Ryan Cawdor rested his forefinger lightly against the Steyr rifle’s trigger as he swept his gaze over the urban shockscape of the ravaged ville. He hunkered in the late afternoon shadows draped carelessly over the smashed re-mains of what had once been a concrete-and-steel building in downtown Idaho Falls, Idaho, before a nuclear … Read more
Book Preview Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html “Quake! Everybody outside!” Jak was first to reach the door, hesitating with his fingers gripping the handle. J.B. held Mildred’s hand as they weaved across the heaving floor, looking like a couple of drunks trying to make a decorous exit from a frontier gaudy. “Door’s jammed,” … Read more
Book Preview The Beginning: Omaha, Nebraska, November, 1896 Dr. Theophilus Algernon Tanner was a most striking man-not handsome, but fascinating all the same in the most abstract sense of the word. His countenance came equipped with a head of prematurely gray hair that flowed down to his shoulders, a mouthful of strong, white teeth and … Read more