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Thunder Road

Every Journey Has a Beginning...

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Thunder Road

De : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Lu par : Derek Lints
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In a world beyond imagination, they would stand by each other no matter what....

After a devastating time-storm called the Flashback eliminates most the population and recolonizes the world with prehistoric flora and fauna, three boys bearing a powerful talisman set out on an impossible quest.

An all-new post-apocalyptic adventure for mature young adults set in the same world as Flashback, A Survivor's Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse, Ank and Williams, A Reign of Thunder, and The Lost Country.

From Thunder Road:

I looked at Quint, who was still lighting.

“All right, forget it, let 'em go…”

He moved the lighter from one fuse to the next.

“Hold on,” he said, “just hold on…”

Which we could only watch, rocking on our feet, hopping up and down, until he lit the last fuse and jumped down from the bucket.

And then we were hustling—double-timing it, as they say—up the stairs and out of the diner, where not a single predator could be seen. Then we were scrambling for our bikes, our pinto horses of plastic and steel, which gleamed like salvation even as the long-fused rockets began to explode and the Nano-As, active but in hiding, began to whimper and howl.

That’s when I knew it, when I could feel it in my bones. That we’d passed our first test, survived our baptism by fire. That’s when I knew that our journey would be complete—as we sat on our bikes with our spears canted at our backs (like the bows of Indian braves, I fancied) and, having returned the Talon to its canister, watched the last of the fireworks as they burst and boomed above. Watched, brooding, as they turned the sky first white then green then blue, and finally, a deep, lingering red, after which, taking a cue from our fellow animals, we began to howl ourselves.

©2021 Wayne Kyle Spitzer (P)2022 Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Action et aventure Roman et littérature Science-fiction Science-fiction et fantasy
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