When all is lost, there is always the future
Deathlands is a world savaged beyond regonition by a centuries-old nuclear blast. While many prosper on the savagery of this lawless land, Ryan Cawdor and his band of warrior survivalists carry the seeds of hope and courage in a daring quest to find the gateway to the future...
TREE OF KNOWLEDGE
The warrior survivalists are reluctant quests in a reactivated twentieth-century medical institute in Maine. Here scientists still pursue their abstract theories, oblivious to the realities of a world gone mad. But when they take an unhealthy interest in Krysty Worth, the pressure is on to find a way out of this guarded enclave.
Before they can escape, Ryan's loyalty will be tested, and Krysty's special powers may threaten her very existence.
In the Deathlands, the war for domination is over, but the struggle for survival continues.
"Let it go, Krysty. He's out. Let it go and get out yourself."
The tall woman, her fiery hair in a tight knot at her nape, stepped back, allowing the branch to slip from her shoulders. It rolled a little, then fell, completely free of the main trunk of the fallen spruce. It landed with a terrifying crash on the very spot where Dean's head had been, narrowly missing Krysty's own legs.
Ryan had been kneeling by his son, but he stood and started to move to support Krysty. He was too slow as she crumpled like a dead leaf, toppling to the ground on her back, her eyes wide open and staring blankly at the sky.
"She's chilled herself," Trader whispered with an almost superstitious awe.
Ryan crouched at her side, holding her hand, chafing her wrist. "Happens when she calls on the Gaia power. Always happens. She'll be fine in a minute or two."
Mildred put a hand on Ryan's sholder and eased him to one side. "Need to examine her properly."
"She's fine, Mildred."
Krysty hadn't moved, her face like ivory, her eyes blank and lifeless. A thread of brilliantly crimson blood inched from her nose and mouth.
Mildred checked for a pulse, then looked up at Ryan, her face bleak. "I'm sorry," she said quietly.