END OF A RAINBOW · PROLOGUE
Have you ever chased after a rainbow? Probably not. Only a fool would believe in such things. Chances are, you’ve probably read about the concept in a storybook once upon a time. Promises of discovering a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Riches have a way of blinding a person and removing one’s sense of reality. But what if you could have more than you ever imagined? Would you take it?
The cautious ones whisper that those who pursue the rainbow might never return, that they meet a destructive fate. Others claim it’s all in vain, or worse, a myth. But I’ve stood at the rainbow’s end, and let me tell you that it’s no myth.
Be warned, though — at some point, you will face the question above and the consequences of your decisions. Only those who catch the heart of it will truly understand.
This might seem like the beginning of a tragedy, but don’t be fooled quite so easily.
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TORN EARTH · SUNDAY, 1969
Much of the activities in town cease on a Sunday morning. The valley seems almost peaceful. The church bells echo through the empty town streets and beyond.
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The shaking and the loud noise are such a shock to Truia’s body that she starts screaming, even before she is completely awake.
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SPELONK · CHAPTER ONE
A silent dusty road, once a lush landscape of beauty and reverence… Now it’s a desert land of waste, nothing but decay, death its closest friend. The only sound in the distance coming from an old Royal Enfield motorbike…
The figure on it, a legend at most and myth to others, cloaked from head to toe. No one knows how he looks until death creeps from his hands. He doesn’t creep in the shadows; he is the shadows himself! A man that carries what many want. Many would kill for, and many would die for it.
They say that men who walk in solitude across the desert are in search of one of two things: purpose, or death.
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WILLIAM AUSTEN · PROLOGUE
Through the crowded streets came a man running as though the Devil himself was nipping at his heels. He was a large man with a shaven head. A bruiser in every meaning of the word. His pace was not towards something. But rather his urgency was to get away from something, or someone.
His name is William. Everyone knew of William Austen, a hard man with violence on his resume. His shirt splattered with blood, whose blood was only known to those that chased him.
He stood between his pursuers and a high-wire fence he couldn’t scale fast enough. His heart beats in his ear like a war drum as he thinks to himself: “What do they say? It’s not the size of the dog in a fight, but the size of the fight in the dog. And now the Devil’s Dance. It’s been like this since the very beginning!”
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THE COLONY · COMING IN NOVEMBER
They told him not to fall in love with the kids.
Violence. Abandonment. Grief. Silence. Their phones are locked away. Their pasts are documented. Their futures are measured in outcomes.
And Tony is given one simple warning: Don’t get attached. Attachment makes the data unreliable.
But what the system cannot measure is what happens when someone stays.
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