Blazing a perilous trail through the heart of darkness
WHEN THE WORLD WAS LAUNCHED INTO HELL
The nuclear exchange that ripped apart the world destroyed a way of life thousands of years in the making. Now, generations after the nuclear blight, Ryan Cawdor and his band of warrior survivalists try to reclaim the hostile land, led by an undimmed vision of a better future.
Hard on the heels of their escape from a powerful baroness, the wayfarers arrive at the shore of the mighty Mississippi. As if whisked back in time, they find themselves passengers on a riverboat plying the waters and offering every gambling pleasure. It's a high old time with the genial captain, until the stakes escalate to nightmare proportions and Ryan is sold to the highest bidder.
It's winner take all in the Deathlands.
The storm had Krysty in its thrall, whirling her up and over
Ryan was after her, feet skidding on the wet planks, blinded by the spray. One hand reached for the slippery rail, while the other grabbed helplessly at the torn canvas shroud that held his lover.
His fingers brushed it, and he saw it snag for a moment on the stanchion on the end of the stern. The one-eyed man snatched the moment to lock his hand in the rough, soaked material, steadying it for a couple of seconds on the brink of the drop, feeling Krysty's weight tugging against him.
Agonizingly it was shifiting him as well, lifting him, pulling him up and over the rail, following her toward the thrashing, whirling paddle.
He was over, managing to twist like an acrobat and grab the iron stanchion, hanging on to the suspended canvas with his other hand. Ryan clung there, poised between life and death, aware that nothing could save them. In a few seconds his grip would go, and they would be doomed.
He had closed his eye, then opened it once more—to find that he was staring, inches away, into the blankly incurious eyes of the Magus.