The Lost Country Episode One

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 154 pages
File Size : 43,8 Mb
Release : 2020-12-17
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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The Lost Country, Episode One: “The Big Empty” by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the dinosaur apocalypse. Welcome to the world of the Flashback, a world in which man’s cities have become overgrown jungles and extinct animals wander the ruins. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere and all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same, for this is a world whose very purpose is to challenge you: for better or for worse. In short, it is a world where anything can and will happen. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood and beauty. Do it today, before the apocalypse comes. “Jesus. Just—Jesus,” said Amelia, staring at the decomposing body. “How long do you think it’s been here?” I examined it where it was sprawled on the back porch, facing the ocean, its skin blackened and clinging to the bones—like it had been vacuum sealed—its wispy hair fluttering. "Hard to say. Few weeks. Maybe a month.” I batted away the flies. “Long enough for the organs to liquify.” “How—how do you know?” I studied the holes in its head, a smaller one which was about the size of a dime and a larger, more cavernous one—the exit wound. “Because, otherwise, there’d be brains all over.” I stepped over it and picked up the gun, checked its chamber. “There’s still bullets in it.” She stared at me tentatively as I closed the chamber and gripped the weapon in both hands—neither of us saying anything. At last I nodded to the back door—the screen of which banged back and forth in the wind—and tried to brace myself. “You ready?” She shook her head. “Let’s go,” I said. And then she was holding the screen as I inched forward and gripped the knob—turning it slowly, carefully, easing the door open. Stepping into a room which was dark as pitch; which reeked of cat piss and despair.

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 200 pages
File Size : 51,6 Mb
Release : 2021-02-12
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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The Lost Country, Episode Three: “The Primeval World” by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the Dinosaur Apocalypse … How did it all begin? Well, that depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather—which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees—it didn’t take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn’t take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback—which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake—to change the face of the earth. Nor for the stories, some long and others short, some from before the maelstrom (and resulting societal collapse) and others after, to be recorded. Welcome to the Lost Country. From “The Primeval World”: I stood abruptly and raised the back of my hand—but was restrained by Linda, who had inserted herself between us. “That’s enough! Please—Chris. Enough. She’s not going to tell us.” She backed me away from the girl. “But I have an idea … if you want to hear it.” I yanked away from her and began pacing, furious at the stranger but really angry with myself—for losing my cool in front of my crush, whom I’d liked since the moment we’d met (at the Coke machine in the Community Room, about a month before the Flashback). And for sending them—Penny and Fred—to the food mart in the first place, ostensibly to save time but really just so I could be with Linda. “I—I’m sorry. Jesus. It’s just that—” She came to me and put a finger to my lips. “Shhh. Forget it. All right?” I tried to look away but she forced me to look at her. “All right? Listen. We know which direction they went. So … why don’t we just—take Valerie here—and go looking for them?” She turned to face the young woman. “She’ll point us in the right direction—won’t you, Little Miss Sunshine?” She glared at her menacingly. “If she ever wants to see home again.” And she was right, of course; I knew it and the girl knew it. And so I reconfigured her bonds so she could travel and we doused ourselves in rex urine— including Valerie (for who knew how far we’d have to go or how long we’d be exposed to potential predators), and we headed out; walking up South Union Avenue toward the capitol even as Compies watched from the undergrowth and I thought I saw a face: simian yet strangely human, animal, and yet somehow not—peeking at us briefly from between two fronds. Staring at us, passively, almost meditatively, like a great ape behind glass; or a manatee through green, hazy water.

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 128 pages
File Size : 43,7 Mb
Release : 2021-03-16
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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The Lost Country, Episode Four: “The Devil’s Triangle” by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the Dinosaur Apocalypse … How did it all begin? Well, that depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather—which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees—it didn’t take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn’t take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback—which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake—to change the face of the earth. Nor for the stories, some long and others short, some from before the maelstrom (and resulting societal collapse) and others after, to be recorded. Welcome to the Lost Country. From “The Devil’s Triangle”: There were six of them, as I said—all of whom rushed us the instant our feet touched the ground. All of whom snarled and charged us like wolverines as we raised our weapons and fired—the flare gun cracking and hissing, blanching the scarlet haze (for the sun had painted everything red and gold), its projectile punching through one of the raptors’ chests and lighting it up so that its ribs were backlit briefly and I could see, if only for an instant, its burning, beating heart. Yet still they came, another one leaping at me even as I dropped the gun—which clattered against the planks—as I dropped it and grabbed the thing by its neck—then brought the knife down with my other hand and stabbed it between the eyes. “Run!” I shouted, even as Amanda shot another—her second—and then bolted toward the shore, drawing the others so that I was able to snatch up the flare gun and quickly reload it; so that I was able to pursue them and to shoot one in the back—while Amanda turned and took out the last of them (shooting it in the head so that the back of its skull exploded like a spaghetti dinner thrown against the wall; so that it collapsed, writhing, about 10 feet in front of her—whereupon she quickly approached it and shot it again, just to be sure). And then she looked at me (as the dead and dying animals lay all around us) and I looked back: our chests heaving; our faces covered in sweat, our worn clothes bloody and disheveled, and I knew that she knew—which was that today we were the predators, the thing needing to be feared—the killers. And that neither of us needed to worry; not about food or other predators or mysterious lights in the sky or anything. Because we were the masters of our fate, we and no one else, not even God. And we were the master of the world’s fate, too. At which she ran to me and we collided and I held her fast, there on the long jetty in the Atlantic Ocean (in the Bermuda Triangle), there beneath a day moon and the blood-red sky, in an instant in which it was good, so very good, not to be afraid, not to be alone. And as to what may or may not have happened in those breaths, those pulse points between that moment and the next—the next day, the next search, the next milestone; as to that, I offer only a quote from Gandhi: “Speak only if it improves upon the silence.”

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 184 pages
File Size : 46,8 Mb
Release : 2021-01-11
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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The Lost Country, Episode Two: “The Dreaming City” by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the Dinosaur Apocalypse … How did it all begin? Well, that depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather—which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees—it didn’t take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn’t take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback—which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake—to change the face of the earth. Nor for the stories, some long and others short, some from before the maelstrom (and resulting societal collapse) and others after, to be recorded. Welcome to the Lost Country. From “The Dreaming City”: It was at once garish and sublime, hipster and gauche, a burnt-orange relic of a bygone era with a tip of the hat to Frank Lloyd Wright and a debt to Googie architecture—a thing as righteous as it was ridiculous, which sat amongst its desert like an outsider, an intruder, as out of place as the transplanted palms and piped-in water, as artificial as L.A. itself. “They weren’t kidding when they called it the Lost Aztec Temple of Mars,” I said, as Rusty fidgeted and nickered, and shook flies from his ears. “But what’s with all the high fencing and concertina wire—only to leave the entire front-perimeter open? There’s just a hedgerow. No fence at all.” Nigel sat up in his saddle and looked on, the sweat beading along his forehead. “Be damned if I know; it wasn’t like that before.” He looked around the area—skittishly, I thought. “Maybe he had it removed when they took out the road. He was like that, you know. All about the visual.” He pointed at the house itself. “Wouldn’t have been a problem, though, even if it were there—there’s a man door in the fence just beyond that breezeway.” I held out my arm as everyone started to move. “I—hold up. I—ah, I don’t like this.” I scanned the overgrown yard and the cosmetically-placed boulders (some of which were the size of moving vans); looking for traps, looking for threats. “It doesn’t feel right.” Lazaro got off his horse and approached the hedgerow—then turned to face us, splaying his arms. “What? You heard Jamaica; dude was all about the visual. Probably figured there was no need—once the road was taken out. For a front fence, I mean.” He let his arms slap to his sides. “Now are we going to go check it out, or what? Or are you all just going to sit there all day?” And there was a growling noise, a deep-throated snarl, which sounded from behind one of the rocks even as a shadow fell across the knee-high grass—at which a great cat padded out which was easily the size of a pickup, and hissed at us: its huge pallet showing pink and pale, its black lips stretching, its whiskers and curved fangs—which were like tusks—gleaming in the sun. “Lazaro, don’t!” But it was too late; he’d already drawn his pistol and squeezed off a few rounds—which went pop, pop, pop in the late afternoon sun and echoed along the hills; which reverberated across the valley like the sound of a car backfiring …

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 214 pages
File Size : 53,5 Mb
Release : 2020-12-17
Category : Electronic
ISBN : 9798582746645

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The Lost Country, Episode One by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the Dinosaur Apocalypse ... How did it all begin? Well, that depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather-which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees-it didn't take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone had stood, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn't take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback-which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake-to change the face of the earth. Nor for the stories, some long and others short, some from before the maelstrom (and resulting societal collapse) and others after, to be recorded. Welcome to the Lost Country.From "The Big Empty": "Jesus. Just-Jesus," said Amelia, staring at the decomposing body. "How long do you think it's been here?"I examined it where it was sprawled on the back porch, facing the ocean, its skin blackened and clinging to the bones-like it had been vacuum sealed-its wispy hair fluttering. "Hard to say. Few weeks. Maybe a month." I batted away the flies. "Long enough for the organs to liquify.""How-how do you know?"I studied the holes in its head, a smaller one which was about the size of a dime and a larger, more cavernous one-the exit wound. "Because, otherwise, there'd be brains all over." I stepped over it and picked up the gun, checked its chamber. "There's still bullets in it."She stared at me tentatively as I closed the chamber and gripped the weapon in both hands-neither of us saying anything. At last I nodded to the back door-the screen of which banged back and forth in the wind-and tried to brace myself. "You ready?"She shook her head."Okay. Let's go," I said.And then she was holding the screen as I inched forward and gripped the knob-turning it slowly, carefully, easing the door open. Stepping into a room which was dark as pitch; which reeked of cat piss and despair ..

Author : Rick Wayne
Publisher : Rick Wayne
Page : 94 pages
File Size : 44,9 Mb
Release : 2014-08-15
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 9781500614317

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The Minus Faction - Episode One by Rick Wayne Pdf

"A unique brand of justice, morality, and heroism." "Gripping, immersive, entertaining." In Episode One . . . Beaten. Burned. Broken. Capt. John Regent returns a paraplegic after escaping months of captivity and torture — except no one knows who took him or what he disclosed. When a government agent comes for answers, she discovers John's fantastical secret and sets him at war with his own country. But the veteran in the wheelchair has one last mission, and he'll fight off the powers-that-be long enough to save the life of a troubled soldier — even if it costs John his own.

Author : Anonim
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 376 pages
File Size : 51,9 Mb
Release : 1995
Category : International law
ISBN : STANFORD:36105062244590

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Moscow Journal of International Law by Anonim Pdf

Author : G. Schaffer
Publisher : Springer
Page : 299 pages
File Size : 55,8 Mb
Release : 2014-05-20
Category : Social Science
ISBN : 9781137314888

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The Vision of a Nation by G. Schaffer Pdf

Telling the stories behind television's approaches to race relations, multiculturalism and immigration in the 'Golden Age' of British television, the book focuses on the 1960s and 1970s and argues that the makers of television worked tirelessly to shape multiculturalism and undermine racist extremism.

Author : Anonim
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 188 pages
File Size : 50,8 Mb
Release : 1998
Category : Schizophrenia
ISBN : MINN:30000007321510

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Schizophrenia Bulletin by Anonim Pdf

Author : Anonim
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 838 pages
File Size : 52,9 Mb
Release : 1929
Category : Aeronautics
ISBN : NYPL:33433102809492

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Canadian Air Review by Anonim Pdf

Author : Nisa Ryan
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 127 pages
File Size : 55,9 Mb
Release : 2019-11-03
Category : Electronic
ISBN : 1704897076

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The Lost Princess by Nisa Ryan Pdf

Raina longs to see what lies beyond the walls protecting the enormous city-tree, Wisteria, that is her home. Her gentle but protective friend Julian wishes only to stay by her side while the enigmatic Niam is keeping secrets. Secrets that hold the key to her past. Raina finds her wishes unexpectedly granted when her beloved home is attacked by an unknown enemy bent on taking her hostage. She soon finds herself traveling over sea and sand to a country she never knew existed, while a power she never knew she had is awakened. A YA Fantasy-romance set in a world of dragon shape-shifters. This tale will be episodic in nature, continue reading Episode 2 in January!

Author : Alistair D. McGown,Mark J. Docherty
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 312 pages
File Size : 46,6 Mb
Release : 2003-03
Category : Drama
ISBN : UOM:39015056879219

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The Hill and Beyond by Alistair D. McGown,Mark J. Docherty Pdf

The variety that is children's television drama is recalled in this book; shows such as: "Grange Hill"; "Stig of The Dump"; "The Railway Children"; "The Magician's House"; "The Chronicles of Narnia"; and "The Box of Delights". It lists entries on every British-made children's drama to have been shown on UK screens since 1950. Critical appraisals assess the kind of stories told for children, along with all the technical data and trivia. Programmes from the BBC and ITV are assessed, whether they were adaptations of literary classics or new, contemporary dramas, adventure, fantasy or science fiction.

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 262 pages
File Size : 50,5 Mb
Release : 2021-01-11
Category : Electronic
ISBN : 9798593652973

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The Lost Country, Episode Two by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the Dinosaur Apocalypse ... How did it all begin? Well, that depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather-which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees-it didn't take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn't take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback-which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake-to change the face of the earth. Nor for the stories, some long and others short, some from before the maelstrom (and resulting societal collapse) and others after, to be recorded. Welcome to the Lost Country.From "The Dreaming City": It was at once garish and sublime, hipster and gauche, a burnt-orange relic of a bygone era with a tip of the hat to Frank Lloyd Wright and a debt to Googie architecture-a thing as righteous as it was ridiculous, which sat amongst its desert like an outsider, an intruder, as out of place as the transplanted palms and piped-in water, as artificial as L.A. itself."They weren't kidding when they called it the Lost Aztec Temple of Mars," I said, as Rusty fidgeted and nickered, and shook flies from his ears. "But what's with all the high fencing and concertina wire-only to leave the entire front-perimeter open? There's just a hedgerow. No fence at all."Nigel sat up in his saddle and looked on, the sweat beading along his forehead. "Be damned if I know; it wasn't like that before." He looked around the area-skittishly, I thought. "Maybe he had it removed when they took out the road. He was like that, you know. All about the visual." He pointed at the house itself. "Wouldn't have been a problem, though, even if it were there-there's a man door in the fence just beyond that breezeway."I held out my arm as everyone started to move. "I-hold up. I-ah, I don't like this."I scanned the overgrown yard and the cosmetically-placed boulders (some of which were the size of moving vans); looking for traps, looking for threats. "It doesn't feel right."Lazaro got off his horse and approached the hedgerow-then turned to face us, splaying his arms. "What? You heard Jamaica; dude was all about the visual. Probably figured there was no need-once the road was taken out. For a front fence, I mean." He let his arms slap to his sides. "Now are we going to go check it out, or what? Or are you all just going to sit there all day?"And there was a growling noise, a deep-throated snarl, which sounded from behind one of the rocks even as a shadow fell across the knee-high grass-at which a great cat padded out which was easily the size of a pickup, and hissed at us: its huge pallet showing pink and pale, its black lips stretching, its whiskers and curved fangs-which were like tusks-gleaming in the sun."Lazaro, don't!"But it was too late; he'd already drawn his pistol and squeezed off a few rounds-which went pop, pop, pop in the late afternoon sun and echoed along the hills; which reverberated across the valley like the sound of a car backfiring ..

Author : Anonim
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 714 pages
File Size : 41,9 Mb
Release : 2002
Category : Country life
ISBN : UVA:X006146078

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Country Life by Anonim Pdf

Author : W. Hope Hodgson,H. P. Lovecraft
Publisher : Kettledrummer Books
Page : 0 pages
File Size : 51,9 Mb
Release : 2010
Category : Comic books, strips, etc
ISBN : 0977806642

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Cthulhu by W. Hope Hodgson,H. P. Lovecraft Pdf

H. P. Lovecraft was a genius and a visionary who created a God: Cthulhu, and the anthology of horror fiction that shares its name with Lovecraft's unspeakable evil makes its English-language debut with this chilling collection of original stories. A terrifying and thought-provoking anthology of horror by some of the freshest and most talented voices in Spanish comics, these macabre tales, inspired by the work of H. P. Lovecraft, are certain to please any fans of terror.