Lost Playground - Book 3 of the Out of Time series - August 14
Start over and burn the world
If you don’t look after your stuff, your stuff will turn to crap. Kind of like the big lawman’s rifle. If he didn’t clean it on a regular basis—if he didn’t keep all the parts nicely oiled and polished—then there was a good chance the thing could jam with dirt and other junk, maybe blow up in his face when he needed it most. And that need was more urgent than it had ever been. Only a handful of laws remained. The biggies like not murdering and no thieving were easy to abide by. There were too few humans left to kill one another, and nothing left of consequence for them to steal. The other laws—those thousand other rules and regulations that kept a place nice and civilized—nobody gave a damn about them anymore.
Blasting old whiskey bottles to bits for practice was about all the marshal did in any official capacity these days. He straightened up from the rock he was leaning against and took aim down the length of the barrel with one eye, past the petrified tree stump and its litter of shattered glass. Past the dead gray ground and up slightly where the dead gray ground met the dead brown sky. He followed the barren, flat horizon slowly to his left. Not much left to shoot; nothing that could be considered alive, anyway. The last living thing he’d killed with it was his own horse, Wind. That still hurt like hell when he wasn’t too drunk to remember.
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Four teenagers discover a wounded being in the forest
The buzzing got worse. I wanted to pull my teeth out and drive something sharp into my ears to make the itch stop. That’s how bad it was. A dark opening appeared and a little figure started to slip out.
What’s first contact really like?
Sheila puked on my runners. I felt urine run down my leg. Becky started crying, and I think Abe shit himself. Or maybe that was me. I can’t remember that part so well.
Its head reminded me of the welder’s helmet my Dad used to wear. I hadn’t seen it in years—not since he became a loser drunk and quit working—but that’s what this thing’s head was like. All grey, no mouth, no nose. There was a four-inch horizontal slit where its eyes should’ve been. We knew it could see us through that black line. It could see us. It could smell us. It could hear us. I wanted to giggle because I suddenly pictured one of those parking passes sliding out of the narrow space—or a bank card going in. Funny what your brain sees when you’re too terrified to move.
Live Again - Book 1 of the Out of Time series of time travel novels
Knowing then what you know now
His cell phone began to vibrate in his coat pocket, diverting his attention for another fraction of a second.
He ignored it and his fingers caught the newsletter. The ticket; a possible forty million dollar slip of paper that could change his life forever, was gone, whisked out of the car into the early evening air.
He was about to laugh again when he saw something red and white out of the corner of his eye. Through the small, clear portion of his windshield, now the size of a dinner plate, he saw the stop sign. Hugh slammed on the brake with both feet and the car began its final, uncontrollable slide. The sign passed by and there were two words now glaring at him in bright yellow.
Even through the melting ice, Hugh could see the orange border around the letters. He could even see where the metallic stenciled ‘L’ was beginning to peel from the top. Dirty, grey snow was beginning to stick to the letters and gather on the metal rivets running vertically along the sign.
“Jesus!” Hugh screamed as his car smashed against and underneath the semi-trailer tank at forty-seven miles an hour.
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Earth. The home planet of her ancient ancestors. If she didn’t act fast, her fighter would be blown to bits before she made it into the upper atmosphere. A plasma blast burst against the fighter’s rear shields. The controls before her went dead for a moment and lit back up. The ship was re-routing power from the main batteries, compensating as quickly as it could to protect its systems from the enemy fire.
“Just like Oread.” Kella said to herself. But she wasn’t anywhere near the moon orbiting the planet Pega. Oread was fifty light years away, and she wasn’t with Hail. Kella was alone this time, and Earth’s moon was currently on the other side of Earth. She had two choices - take the enemy fighters on, or make a run for the planet.
There was a third choice. Self-destruction would ensure Earth’s safety. It’s what Captain Sulafat and the others would expect her to do.
But Kella wouldn’t voluntarily surrender her life. There was too much to live for. She had a husband and a baby daughter. She would fight until the very last second against impossible odds to see them again. To hell with her training.
To hell with orders.