Exiles from the future in the aftermath of the apocalypse
RITES OF PASSAGE
In the aftermath of the apocalypse little remains except age-old evils of greed, perversion and force. But a small group of survivalists cherishes the legacy of human courage and hope. Led by the charismatic Ryan Cawdor, they persevere in a brutal world through warrior skills and a bold desire to regain the promised future.
SEASONS OF NIGHT
The fertile bayous teem with mutant life-forms and altered species. Off on a trek with his son, Ryan fends off the dangers from marauders and Nature's traps, but also finds signs of hope for humanity's new future. But the ultimate threat comes upon them in an unguarded moment, shocking in its scope and casting more blame on generations past.
In the Deathlands, nothing is as it appears.
There was a throbbing pain behind his temples
For a few beats of the heart, Ryan slipped out of consciousness into the dark. Then he was sitting up, supported by someone's arm around his shoulders, still feeling sick, aware that he had another pain, a burning sensation in his good right eye.
"I think that he's back with us. Ryan, my dear fellow, can you hear me?"
Ryan's tongue felt as if it had been hand-knitted, five sizes too large for his mouth, "Hear you, Doc."
"You feel all right, lover?" Krysty asked.
But he knew that he wasn't fine. He was way short of fine.
To remove the blackness, Ryan had opened his good right eye. He knew that he had opened it.
But the blackness was still there.