The Path is fading, and the music of Life is vanishing. Cedar and his fellow Guardians have been entrusted for centuries to protect the Path, the very force of Life itself. An accident traps Cedar between his home and another world devoid of magyc--but not of music. He is found by Ria, a mysterious girl who holds the key to returning him home.
A story that explores a compelling blend between some true life events of the author blended with his seemly vivid imagination. Who are the abductors? Where do they come from? Where are they hiding? Do they even exist? What actually occurred that evening in 1960, when the ‘Kid’ lost control of his car, crashed, and lost three hours of his life? Was he abducted, or was it just a freak accident? What occurred a few years later when his first wife told him they were abducted by aliens, not once, but twice?
A strike team that works for a secret military organisation try to stop a crazy scientist. The strike team fails. A assassin who works for the same organisation teams up with one of the scientist's experiments to try and stop him. Many years later, the world as we know it no longer exists thanks to the Destroyer and his crimson armies.
Amy is a sixteen-year-old girl who starts to notice that something strange is happening. People are staring at her. It could be anyone- friends, family, strangers, even animals. They just freeze in place and start watching her, and they don't even seem to notice that they're doing it. And then, when she's caught in an explosion at her father's research lab, things really get nuts.
“After the Collapse, many, many years ago, there were only few survivors. Tribes all across the Physical began to form, some primitive, some highly technologically advanced, depending on the means they had left. Since resources were sparse, the tribes began fighting each other – for inhabitable land, drinkable water, and edible food. Central is the biggest tribe and the most technologically advanced one, if what they’re telling us is right, but it’s also the coldest, most controlling place I’ve ever known.”
There’s a city. It’s like most other cities. Buildings. People. Monsters who can destroy sidewalks by vomiting acid onto the ground, and an elite group of black, queer, magical girls who work to put those monsters in their place. See? Just like most other cities. Bree Danvers would’ve compared it to a video game, maybe a cartoon or comic book, except black girls are rarely the heroines of the story.
In 1866, Peter Baxter’s misfortune ends the day he leaves Badgerys Creek orphanage. Unsure of what to do next, Peter finds himself on a farm run by Mr. Brown. An aging man, Brown needs help and is happy to give Peter a place to live in exchange for his labor. Unbeknownst to Peter, Brown’s past is riddled with dark secrets tied to the same orphanage, which he has documented in a red folder.
It’s 1950 and Warren Harlan’s father has died. Returning to his hometown in order to attend the funeral and comfort his grieving mother Warren is plagued by the recurring dream of a faceless woman. Lonely and seeking distraction from his loss Warren enters the Gilded Rose, a popular Los Angeles Nightclub hoping to find the phantom girl who inhabits his every thought.
The War on Terror is in full swing. Millions are indiscriminately swept up in its Siren Song, from presidents to playful children. The president of the United States is morally torn between his humanitarianism and his constitutional duty to protect his citizens; Mo, a wretched youth, is waylaid by the treacherous teachings of his imam in prison; Ayaan, a lost soul, is lured into a romanticism of cataclysmic proportions on the Internet;
In the seven years since the Last War, we have found hope in the little things. We have enough fresh food to eat, safety in natural shelters, and the ice age has come to an end. Having survived the floods caused by the extreme climate change of a nuclear winter, we are now faced with an old ally—and our oldest foe. Sucked back into the web, I wonder if it is time to turn away from the fight and continue happily with the Janie Doe Tribe or finish the rebellion we began in the mountainous folds of Carmel Valley.