The dark birth of a new frontier exacts new rules of survival....
Doc’s madness-inflected tones cut through the howling wind
Look for Prophecy available January 12, 2010, wherever books are sold.
“Unhand me! I shall not go softly and gently. Unhand me, I say!” The sounds of scuffling increased. There was a shout of pain, and Doc’s voice, raging incoherently, retreated into the distance, buried by the wailing wind.
Jak looked to Ryan. In the dim light, the one-eyed man could see the tension in the albino teen’s face. He nodded.
“Who’s next, love?” Krysty asked as Jak opened the wag door a sliver and squeezed through. “You or me?” She couldn’t believe that they seemed to be breaking all their rules.
“Mebbe both—whatever it takes. Sometimes we’ve just gotta stand or fall as one.”