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James Axler - Deathlands 05 Homeward Bound

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Ryan Cawdors post-holocaust odyssey across America is about to come full circle Ryan Cawdor is going home. Forced away from Front Royal by a power-mad brother who had already committed fratricide, Ryan had roamed a devastated America searching out the small pockets of life where civilization was being reborn. Emerging from a gateway in the ruins of New York City, Ryan decides to put his own house in order its time to avenge the deaths of his father and older brother. Accompanied by Krysty Wroth and J.B. Dix, Ryan Cawdor comes face-to-face with the harsh reality of post-nuclear America. In the Deathlands, honor and fair play are words of the past. Vengeance is a word to live by. GraphicAudio...A Movie in Your Mind is a unique audio entertainment experience that features a full cast of actors, sound effects and cinematic music. Publishers Weekly says Graphic Audio delivers an action and sound effect loaded audiobook that lives up to its tagline, A movie in your mind. Audiofile Magazine says, GraphicAudio sets the gold standard for full-cast dramatizations, and new listeners will become instant fans.

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The mist swallowed the raft In gulps of sinuous gray dampThe mist swallowed the - photo 1The mist swallowed the raft In gulps of sinuous gray dampThe mist swallowed the raft In gulps of sinuous gray damp. Ryan noticed an unnatural flurry of movement among the rancid weeds that crowded down to the brink of the water, now only fifty paces from the raft. "Push it away," he called urgently, taking one of the branches himself and poling off. "What d'you see?" Krysty panted, throwing all her weight against the steering oar. "Nothing. Something.

I don't know." "I heard something. Like someone laughing. But someone who didn't have a proper mouth. Does that seem stupid?" "No. Not down here it doesn't." A hand erupted from the water, gripping Ryan's wrist with grotesquely long fingers. The skin was creased, hanging at the wrist in folds, and the face that emerged from behind the hand was worse than anything from the depths of a jolt-spawned nightmare.

The fearsome jaw protruded eighteen inches beyond the gaping holes of the nostrils, and the clashing teeth! Row upon row of overlapping, sharp fangs. With his left hand pinioned, and lying on his right side, Ryan couldn't get at either his blaster or his panga. Life was a bare handful of heartbeats. Homeward Bound James Axler A GOLD EAGLE BOOK London Toronto New York Sydney All the characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the Author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the Author, and all the incidents are pure invention. All rights reserved.

The text of this publication or any part thereof may not be, reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, storage in an information retrieval system, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher. This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the prior consent of the publisher in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. First published in Great Britain 1989 by Gold Eagle Worldwide Library Australian copyright Philippine copyright This edition ISBN 9780373485994 /8907 Made and printed in Great Britain The earth is all the home I have. W. E. Aytoun A hand in the darkness and a smile in the noonday sun.

As so often before and for always, this is for Liz with all of my love. Chapter One "IT'S DEAD." Ryan Cawdor took the high-image intensifier away from his good eye, tucking it back into one of the pockets of his long, fur-trimmed coat. "Nothing?" asked J. B. Dix, the Armorer. "Nothing.

From this high you can see for miles. Not a sign of life. When it's cold like this there should be smoke. Folks got to keep warm. There's wood enough around for 'em." Across the steep valley the sun was sinking into a nest of tangled violet chem clouds. Ryan figured the temperature had to be already close to freezing.

His breath plumed out ahead of him, and the skin on his stubbled cheeks felt tight. The slopes of the hills opposite from the cavern entrance were streaked with snow, and the small pools around the snaking lead-gray river were dulled with ice. Running alongside the slow-moving water, Ryan had been able to make out the shattered remains of a two-lane blacktop, its edge eroded by a century of neglect. Krysty Wroth's hand rested on his arm. He glanced at the girl, smiling at her startling beauty, his eye almost dazzled by the bright crimson of her tumbling hair. "What?" "When we came out of the gateway he was throwing up. "What?" "When we came out of the gateway he was throwing up.

Face like parchment. Lori took him back into the main redoubt entrance to sit him down." Ryan sucked on a tooth, looking to his left, where the original road to the concealed fortress had been destroyedeither by a landslip or the nuking that had devastated the entire length and breadth of the United States. Nearly a hundred years back. In 2001. A young boy stood on the rim of the sheer drop, head to one side as though he were listening to something. The bleak wind tugged at his long hair, blowing it across his face.

His hair was whiter than the driven snow, his eyes red as polished rubies, set in sockets of honed ivory. "You hear something, Jak?" Ryan asked. "Thought I heard something howling, like a banshee back in the swamps." Jak Lauren hadn't been with Ryan and his party for very long. They'd picked him up in the dank vastness of the Atchafalaya Swamp, in what had once been the state of Louisiana. His slight frame concealed a powerful, wiry strength. Ryan Cawdor, who was a good judge of such things, figured Jak as one of the most lethal hand-to-hand killers he'd ever seen.

Jak was fourteen years old. J. B. Dix stepped to the edge of the cliff and joined the young albino. Squinting into the distance, concentrating, he said, "Could be a wolf." Krysty Wroth's keen hearing enabled her to confirm J.B.'s guess. "Yeah.

It's a wolf. And there's more of 'em, a pack of around a dozen. Four, mebbe five miles northeast of here." "Where in fireblast are we, J.B.?" Ryan asked, hunching his shoulders. The Armorer had a tiny folding comp-sextant in one of the capacious pockets of his dark gray leather coat, with its smart silky collar of black fur. He pulled it out and looked around, easing back the brim of his beloved fedora, and took the necessary sighting. "Near as I can figure it, we look to have landed north of what they used to call New York State. "Near as I can figure it, we look to have landed north of what they used to call New York State.

And that river has to be the Mohawk." Ryan glanced both ways along what remained of the roadway. Each end had been sliced clean off. "That's why the redoubt hasn't been entered," he guessed. "Uncle Tyas McCann told me how the east and the northeast were hard-nuked," Krysty said. "All the big cities and most power places. suggested. "Broke mine getting off Wizard Island." Ryan flicked back the lapel of his coat, moving the end of the weighted silk scarf out of the way. "Broke mine getting off Wizard Island." Ryan flicked back the lapel of his coat, moving the end of the weighted silk scarf out of the way.

He pressed the On button of the rad counter and listened to the faint cheeping of the machine. The glowing scarlet arrow veered erratically across the scale, wavering uncomfortably into the orange sector. "Warm," he said. "Closing in on hot," Krysty observed. "Too late to leave 'fore dark," Jak said, moving back from the rim. "Be night in less than an hour.

Better wait and find a way down in the morning." Ryan wasn't sure that it was going to be that easy to get off the sheer plateau. When you found a redoubt that hadn't been entered since the long chill had begun, it meant it was hard to get at. Which generally meant it was also damned hard to get out of. "Sure," he agreed. "Krysty says Doc's sick. We'll all go back in and scout for some food.

I saw a shelf of self-heats. Reckon its soy meat." He grinned at the look of revulsion on J.B.'s face. "Know what you mean, friend," he said. "Can't say I like that tepid sludge myself. Let's get in and close off the rad doors. We'll make a clean start in the morning at first light." THE JUMP HAD NEARLY KILLED them all.

All over the Deathlands, which had once been the United States of America, there were a number of hidden fortresses. These redoubts had been known to Ryan Cawdor from his earliest days with the traveling guerrilla leader they called the Trader. But only in the past few weeks had Ryan learned of the other, secret uses of these redoubts. Many of them concealed a small security fortress within the main complex, which was called a gateway. The key to these installations had been Dr. Theophilus TannerDoc, a scrawny old man in tattered clothes who seemed to have come from the prenuke era.

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