In a ruined world, the past and the future clash with frightening force...
Journeying across the devastated frontier of postnuclear America, Ryan Cawdor and his companions have unlocked clandestine knowledge of preDark tech, secrets that give them an edge for staying alive, an edge augmented by an ability to fight... and win. Each day brings a new chance to find someplace to call home—somewhere apart from the grim realities of a civilization struggling to be reborn.
Hunted across the southwestern desert, Ryan doesn't know who wants him dead badly enough to slaughter innocents as a way of luring him into the open. But the advanced tech his pursuers are using is unknown in Deathlands, created by the most brilliant minds of twentieth-century America. Now evil is alive and stalking the warrior group. His name is Delphi, and he's prepared to reclaim the one man who understands with brutal certainty how time can be controlled, manipulated, remapped.
In the Deathlands, the past may be lost but its secrets are deadlier than ever...
"You do not belong here."
The shaman turned her head to stare, the solid-white orbs of blind eyes pinpointing Doc. "Nature has been violated by your passage. The balance is disturbed, all things tremble."
"They took me," Doc said firmly. "This is not my doing. I only want to go back home!"
"To your family," the women said in unison.
The drums beat faster, and the fumes from the fire rose darker, thicker, sweeter, until the air in the lodge was murky with swirling fog. Doc blinked hard. No, the air was clear. His mind was filed with a mist. Was he being drugged? Or was this it, was he finally going insane?