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The Lost Country, Episode One: “The Big Empty”

Wayne Kyle Spitzer
The Lost Country Episode One The Big Empty Book PDF

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 154 pages
File Size : 45,7 Mb
Release : 2020-12-17
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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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.

The Lost Country, Episode One

Wayne Kyle Spitzer
The Lost Country Episode One Book PDF

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 214 pages
File Size : 54,7 Mb
Release : 2020-12-17
Category : Electronic
ISBN : 9798582746645

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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 ..

The Lost Country, Episode Four: “The Devil’s Triangle”

Wayne Kyle Spitzer
The Lost Country Episode Four The Devil s Triangle Book PDF

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 128 pages
File Size : 42,6 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.”

The Lost Country, Episode Two: “The Dreaming City”

Wayne Kyle Spitzer
The Lost Country Episode Two The Dreaming City Book PDF

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 184 pages
File Size : 43,5 Mb
Release : 2021-01-11
Category : Fiction
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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 …

The Lost Country, Episode Three: “The Primeval World”

Wayne Kyle Spitzer
The Lost Country Episode Three The Primeval World Book PDF

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 200 pages
File Size : 53,9 Mb
Release : 2021-02-12
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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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.

Ojo en Celo / Eye in Heat

Margarita Pintado Burgos
Ojo en Celo Eye in Heat Book PDF

Author : Margarita Pintado Burgos
Publisher : University of Arizona Press
Page : 197 pages
File Size : 48,9 Mb
Release : 2024-02-27
Category : Poetry
ISBN : 9780816553303

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Winner of the 2023 Ambroggio Prize of the Academy of American Poets Aflame with desire, the eye conjures, dreams, invents itself, sees what it wants. The eye sees what it is able to see. Ojo en celo / Eye in Heat brings into sharp relief the limits of our gaze. It shows us what it is to escape the mirror and move beyond mirages. Margarita Pintado Burgos invites us to ponder the impasse while showing us ways to see better, to break the habit of lying, and to confront images along with language. With devastating clarity, Pintado Burgos’s poems, presented in both Spanish and English, give voice to the world within and beyond sight: the plants, the trees, the birds, the ocean waves, the fruit forgotten in the kitchen, the house’s furniture. Light takes on new dimensions to expose, manipulate, destroy, and nourish. Alejandra Quintana Arocho’s sensitive English translation renders the stark force of these poems without smoothing over the language of the original. This collection is for anyone who has felt the weight of beauty that remains hidden. It is for those who have left behind a mother, a father, a country. It is for those who know that there is no way out of the poem, for those who have had to live off a house of words and need that house to be as real as possible. Pintado Burgos writes as a woman, exile, daughter, sister, lover, and artist empowered by the restorative potential of the creative phenomenon.

Love in the Age of Reptiles

Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Love in the Age of Reptiles Book PDF

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 128 pages
File Size : 40,9 Mb
Release : 2021-03-26
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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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. Collected herein are the stories in which Love mattered. From Love in the Age of Reptiles: 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.”

West Texas

Mike Cochran,John Lumpkin
West Texas Book PDF

Author : Mike Cochran,John Lumpkin
Publisher : Texas Tech University Press
Page : 196 pages
File Size : 51,9 Mb
Release : 1999
Category : History
ISBN : 0896724263

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The Big Bend, the Big Country, the Big Empty. The High Plains, the Permian and the Panhandle. Cowboys, Cowtown and the curl of a killer tornado. A place where “you can stretch your eyeballs.” Where the Hale-Bopp comet, “hardly visible above some smoggy, light-polluted cities, looked like it could drop into the Pecos River at any moment.” West Texas, home to the state’s biggest legends, is chronicled by two authors who have spent most of their careers crisscrossing it. Mike Cochran and John Lumpkin, Associated Press journalists, bring their experiences to the pages of this handsome volume, accompanied by fifty photographs of the West Texas landscape, its people and its history. Converse with West Texas characters like Stanley Marsh 3, conman Billy Sol Estes, and Big Spring’s merry messiah, Marj Carpenter. Meet Gordon Wood, Friday night football’s winningest coach, and Groner Pitts, Brownwood’s liveliest undertaker. Remember ranching icon Watt Matthews, the founders of Santa Rita No. 1, and Lubbock’s C. W. Stubblefield, magnet to blues and country music stars. Honor Hallie Stillwell, Frenchy McCormick, and even modern art’s Georgia O’Keeffe, who put their stamp on Texas’s most fascinating region. A West Texan once said, “They show no pictures of my province or even neighboring provinces. They leave a big hole in Texas.” No more is that the case, thanks to Mike Cochran and John Lumpkin.

Visions of the Tallgrass

James P. Ronda
Visions of the Tallgrass Book PDF

Author : James P. Ronda
Publisher : University of Oklahoma Press
Page : 181 pages
File Size : 43,7 Mb
Release : 2018-09-13
Category : Photography
ISBN : 9780806164571

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Visions of the Tallgrass by James P. Ronda Pdf

In centuries long past, a vast swath of grassland swept down the center of North America, from Canada’s Prairie Provinces to central Texas. This once-plentiful prairie has now all but disappeared. Humans have grazed, mowed, and plowed the plains, dammed the rivers, and imposed their will on the land and its creatures. Fortunately, some remnants have survived, including the Joseph H. Williams Tallgrass Prairie Preserve in northeastern Oklahoma. In this visually stunning volume, wildlife photographer Harvey Payne and historian James P. Ronda offer an intimate look at and into one of America’s Last Great Places. Spanning nearly 40,000 acres in Oklahoma’s Osage County, the Preserve is a living witness to a world that once existed. But the Osage prairie is not a museum or theme park—and it is not frozen in time. Under the stewardship of The Nature Conservancy, which has overseen its restoration, the Preserve lives on as a fully functioning ecosystem. And for twenty-five years, Payne and Ronda have explored these lands, together and in solitude. Rendered here in brilliant color and paired with Ronda’s informative yet deeply personal commentary, Payne’s photographs open our eyes to the ever-changing world of the Tallgrass Preserve. In chapters focused on grass, sky, birds, bison, and fire, Ronda and Payne reveal that the “Big Empty” is, in fact, teeming with life. Through interwoven images and words, Visions of the Tallgrass shows that our nation’s grasslands are sacred ground, a priceless piece of our American past—and future.

Dark Horses: The Magazine of Weird Fiction No. 9 October 2022

Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Dark Horses The Magazine of Weird Fiction No 9 October 2022 Book PDF

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Press
Page : 164 pages
File Size : 54,6 Mb
Release : 2022-11-01
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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Dark Horses: The Magazine of Weird Fiction No. 9 October 2022 by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

dark horse /ˈdärk ˈˌhôrs/ noun 1. a candidate or competitor about whom little is known but who unexpectedly wins or succeeds. "a dark-horse candidate" Join us for a monthly tour of writers who give as good as they get. From hard science-fiction to stark, melancholic apocalypses; from Lovecraftian horror to zombies and horror comedy; from whimsical interludes to tales of unlikely compassion--whatever it is, if it's weird, it's here. So grab a seat before the starting gun fires, pour yourself a glass of strange wine, and get ready for the running of the dark horses. In this issue: ANOTHER MAN’S POISON Marlin Bressi FEAR AND LOATHING IN ALPHA CENTAURI Colby Woodland LEGACY William Jensen RAIN Rod Marsden SPIDERS, SPIDERS, EVERYWHERE! Bill Link SUBSCRIBED Mikel J. Wisler THE HAND COLLECTOR Christian Riley THE SCARECROW Kurt Newton THE SOUND A.S. Remland KINGS OF THE ROAD Wayne Kyle Spitzer

The Lost Country

Wayne Kyle Spitzer
The Lost Country Book PDF

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Unknown
Page : 172 pages
File Size : 54,9 Mb
Release : 2020-10-10
Category : Electronic
ISBN : 9798695895971

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Welcome to the Big Empty, the world of the Flashback ... a world in which most the population has vanished and where dinosaurs roam freely. 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 change you: for better or for worse.It is a world where a group of travelers will find themselves trapped in a service station with an unravelling President of the United States as the prehistoric horrors close in ...Where a band of survivors must face roving packs of monsters and men in post-apocalyptic Seattle to retrieve a prize of incalculable worth ...Where rioting teenagers must face deadly predators as well as their own demons while ransacking the nation's capital ...Where a Native-American warrior will seek to bury his past and offer an elegy for all the world in what remains of Las Vegas ...Where a gambling park which races dinosaurs instead of horses will rise up against a tyrannical despot ...Where a dog separated from his owners will undergo a terrifying journey and a great trophy hunter will meet his ultimate fate.In short, it is a world where anything can and does 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.

The Lost Country

Wayne Kyle Spitzer
The Lost Country Book PDF

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 182 pages
File Size : 51,5 Mb
Release : 2021-09-29
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the dinosaur apocalypse. How did it all begin? 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 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, 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. It is a world where frightened commuters will do battle with murderous bikers even as primordial monsters close in, and others will take refuge in an underground theme park only to find their worst enemy is themselves. Where ordinary people—ne’er-do-wells on a cross-country motorcycle trip, a woman on a redeye flight to Hell, a sensitive boy stricken with visions of what’s to come--will find themselves in extraordinary situations, and a gunslinger and his telekinetic ankylosaurus will embark on a dangerous quest. A world where travelers will be trapped with an unravelling President of the United States and a band of survivors will face roving packs of monsters and men in post-apocalyptic Seattle; where rioting teenagers will face deadly predators (as well as their own demons) while ransacking the nation’s capital; where a Native-American warrior will seek to bury his past--and offer an elegy for all the Earth--in what remains of Las Vegas. 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.

Kings of the Road: The New Ank and Williams Adventure

Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Kings of the Road The New Ank and Williams Adventure Book PDF

Author : Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher : Hobb's End Books
Page : 158 pages
File Size : 55,6 Mb
Release : 2022-04-29
Category : Fiction
ISBN : 8210379456XXX

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Kings of the Road: The New Ank and Williams Adventure by Wayne Kyle Spitzer Pdf

Ank and Williams (The Ank Williams Story, A Dinosaur is a Man's Best Friend, Flashback Twilight) return in an all-new adventure which picks up right where Flashback Twilight left off. Join them as they're recruited by an aging king in post-apocalyptic Canada and charged with transporting his daughter across country to Edmonton--a journey fraught with peril including vicious albertosauruses, a 700-pound prehistoric beaver, were-raptors, and more! From Kings of the Road: We ran, even though we were tired (Ank had tossed and turned most of the night which meant of course Gisela had tossed and turned; which meant that between his farting and her griping I hadn’t slept a wink); past former canola fields and dry pea fields and barley—all of it now overgrown—past Brightview and Wiesenthal to Southfork Landing/Leduc; where we came upon a car—a bright-yellow AMC Pacer, if you can believe it—which was headed in the opposite direction. “Ho, easy does it,” I said, even as Ank slowed to a crawl and the car pulled alongside. “Eh? What sort of kerfuffle is this?” The driver looked at Ank disbelievingly. “Oat and aboat with the dinosaur, are you?” I looked beyond him at the passengers: at the plain but pretty woman seated next to him and two others—a male and a female in their twenties—in the back. “Meh—tame as a Peep Toe mule, I assure you. And completely untouched by the fever. Carries our gear—and other things.” I paused, noticing blood on the door. “We’re heading up north—to Edmonton. To some sort of mall encampment. Anything we should be aware of?” The driver’s eyes flicked up and down; as though noticing me noticing the blood. “Din’ come from there—hung a roger onto Highway 2 from Route 19; at the Petro-Pass. So I couldn’ really say.” He looked at the young woman next to him—who seemed markedly ill at ease. “I’ll do ya a blunt tho an’ tell ya: if you’re look’n for a place to crash—that Petro-pass is tops. There’s still stuff on the shelves: bottled water, toilet paper—” “Have a safe trip,” I said, with my hand close to the revolver. “Bridge is out near Red Deer. And thanks for the tip.” “Eh?” He looked me up and down again. “All right. Have it your way.” He glanced through the rearview mirror at the young people, who just stared back. “Off like newlyweds, then. Hooroo.” And they went—after which Gisela called down, “Why so rude?” I exchanged knowing glances with Ank. “Because they were troubled—you couldn’t see it from up there.” I watched as they disappeared down the road. “The kind you can catch.” And then we continued—toward Leduc/Nisku and what I hoped would be our camp for the night. Toward the Petro-Pass; which I assumed was a kind of Canadian answer to a truck stop.

Modernist Literature

Rachel Potter
Modernist Literature Book PDF

Author : Rachel Potter
Publisher : Edinburgh University Press
Page : 256 pages
File Size : 41,6 Mb
Release : 2012-04-02
Category : Literary Criticism
ISBN : 9780748634330

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Modernist Literature by Rachel Potter Pdf

Introduces students to a wide range of modernist writers and critical debates in modernism studies. Discussing canonical modernist writers such as James Joyce and T. S. Eliot alongside less familiar writers such as Mina Loy and Djuna Barnes, the guide takes students through a wide-ranging modernist literary landscape. It considers how the publishing networks and collaborative projects which connected writers in the period were central to the creation of English-language modernism. It also introduces students to recent critical debates in modernism studies, with separate chapters on modernism and the writing of geography and exile, the relationship between modernism, obscenity and literary censorship, and modernism and mass culture - with a particular focus on the modernist interest in film - and modernism and politics. The book also considers the changing meaning of the word modernism through twentieth and twenty-first century criticism.

Far Pastures

R. M. Patterson
Far Pastures Book PDF

Author : R. M. Patterson
Publisher : TouchWood Editions
Page : 276 pages
File Size : 52,8 Mb
Release : 2011-07-06
Category : Biography & Autobiography
ISBN : 9781926971148

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Far Pastures by R. M. Patterson Pdf

The stories in Far Pastures take readers to R.M. Patterson’s homestead in the Peace River country of northern Alberta. To all-night dances that ended as the northern lights faded in the dawn. To escapades on the Fort Nelson, Liard and South Nahanni rivers. And to a ranch in southern Alberta where he raised cattle during the lean years of the 1930s and entertained dudes on mountaintops. In later years, Patterson helped build a wartime road through the Canadian Northwest to Alaska. And then there’s the story of the bear that liked to canoe!