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Child Of Slaughter
James Axler
MORTAL RIFTSWhen Doc is taken captive by a band of marauders in what was once Nebraska, Ryan and the companions rally to get him back. But they aren't just fighting the local muties. They're also up against the area's terrifying terrain, which shifts and morphs at a moment's notice. With their options dwindling in this mazelike region that doesn't obey the laws of physics, the team joins forces with a beautiful and deadly woman who evens the odds on the battlefield. But while this warrior seems to be on their side, she has a secret agenda that could spell the end for them all…THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARESince the nukecaust, the American dream has been reduced to a daily fight for survival. In the hellish landscape of Deathlands, few dare to dream of a better tomorrow. But Ryan Cawdor and his companions press on, driven by the need for a future less treacherous than the present.
MORTAL RIFTS
When Doc is taken captive by a band of marauders in what was once Nebraska, Ryan and the companions rally to get him back. But they aren’t just fighting the local muties. They’re also up against the area’s terrifying terrain, which shifts and morphs at a moment’s notice. With their options dwindling in this mazelike region that doesn’t obey the laws of physics, the team joins forces with a beautiful and deadly woman who evens the odds on the battlefield. But while this warrior seems to be on their side, she has a secret agenda that could spell the end for them all…
THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE
Since the nukecaust, the American dream has been reduced to a daily fight for survival. In the hellish landscape of Deathlands, few dare to dream of a better tomorrow. But Ryan Cawdor and his companions press on, driven by the need for a future less treacherous than the present.
Doc heard scuffling down by his feet.
“What now? Rats, I suppose, come to feast on my flesh.” He reached around for a rock to throw but found nothing. “Begone, vermin!” The scuffling got louder.
Suddenly, he heard a different sound from the same place, a distinctive sound that could not be mistaken for any other. Giggling.
Doc’s heart hammered in his chest. He meant to snap some words of defiance to try to intimidate, but before he could, his visitor scrambled forward.
Hands grabbed hold of Doc’s ankles and wrenched his legs straight with an iron grip. Then he heard a voice, high-pitched and girlish in the lightless void. “You’re mine now. All mine.”
And all of a sudden, there were many more hands, coming from all directions. And all of them were grabbing at him…
Deathlands: Child of Slaughter
James Axler
Man, a mere inhabitant of earth, cannot overstep its boundaries! But though he is confined to its crust, he may penetrate into all its secrets.
—Jules Verne,
The Steam House
THE DEATHLANDS SAGA (#ulink_d2fe5774-bf30-570d-aef7-2fbf7eb9387d)
This world is their legacy, a world born in the violent nuclear spasm of 2001 that was the bitter outcome of a struggle for global dominance.
There is no real escape from this shockscape where life always hangs in the balance, vulnerable to newly demonic nature, barbarism, lawlessness.
But they are the warrior survivalists, and they endure—in the way of the lion, the hawk and the tiger, true to nature’s heart despite its ruination.
Ryan Cawdor: The privileged son of an East Coast baron. Acquainted with betrayal from a tender age, he is a master of the hard realities.
Krysty Wroth: Harmony ville’s own Titian-haired beauty, a woman with the strength of tempered steel. Her premonitions and Gaia powers have been fostered by her Mother Sonja.
J. B. Dix, the Armorer: Weapons master and Ryan’s close ally, he, too, honed his skills traversing the Deathlands with the legendary Trader.
Doctor Theophilus Tanner: Torn from his family and a gentler life in 1896, Doc has been thrown into a future he couldn’t have imagined.
Dr. Mildred Wyeth: Her father was killed by the Ku Klux Klan, but her fate is not much lighter. Restored from predark cryogenic suspension, she brings twentieth-century healing skills to a nightmare.
Jak Lauren: A true child of the wastelands, reared on adversity, loss and danger, the albino teenager is a fierce fighter and loyal friend.
Dean Cawdor: Ryan’s young son by Sharona accepts the only world he knows, and yet he is the seedling bearing the promise of tomorrow.
In a world where all was lost, they are humanity’s last hope…
Contents
Cover (#ufe2d5e27-c197-5cc2-886b-a8983acd913c)
Back Cover Text (#u19923d6b-936e-54ed-ab08-0bc60e4954f0)
Introduction (#ua15b5a81-1af5-533b-ac7f-190c1bdbffc9)
Title Page (#u7b8d8db0-14d5-5806-8f53-8d4724308848)
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The Deathlands Saga (#u460beeb5-6ff1-53b7-bf14-70b8a77cef75)
Chapter One (#ua503d1cb-ba03-5efe-bb58-09f849b82a11)
Chapter Two (#u749e9271-0fd3-55fc-8189-9638bd12f4c1)
Chapter Three (#u4e564c23-c578-5efe-95a3-f1cd5a64bbac)
Chapter Four (#ud52b4967-3dd0-5e47-8e44-32c19d8cff70)
Chapter Five (#uc9d026b7-e3bd-5bc0-8a7e-596c1c53f8a3)
Chapter Six (#uf357a27b-1431-5a19-90b5-ff8e05376ade)
Chapter Seven (#u4c915580-21d9-5a9d-831d-1e2a0a56eda4)
Chapter Eight (#ud6b87f24-d9f0-558b-9d12-37bc06792521)
Chapter Nine (#ua704455e-4071-57ee-8c87-34006f93d971)
Chapter Ten (#u89198570-1a88-5f16-ac2c-a4756c43c485)
Chapter Eleven (#u9b845f16-4dff-573f-a545-e270bbbd6039)
Chapter Twelve (#u4b323a75-c8a2-51e0-92e3-dcf714bfea8b)
Chapter Thirteen (#ud65b6784-df83-500a-81ef-ff5245c71958)
Chapter Fourteen (#uaf9bbf71-79b6-5932-99eb-9ba783552ea8)
Chapter Fifteen (#ua3d8adf7-dbff-5e4a-be4e-7386ce309b52)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#ulink_b8ce9246-ee8f-52d7-85db-6102c04a5512)
The blast took Ryan Cawdor and his companions by surprise, knocking everyone off their feet before they knew what had hit them.
As Ryan crashed to the ground, he twisted and gaped through the smoke for a glimpse of who or what had attacked them.
A slender mutie stood not fifty yards away, his crimson skin glinting in the blazing sunlight. He scowled at Ryan from behind the sights of a shoulder-mounted, jury-rigged gren launcher.
There was no time to shout a warning. The mutie’s hand was on the firing mechanism.
Ryan swung up his Steyr Scout Tactical longblaster, which already had a round chambered. Sucking in a deep breath to steady his hand, he sighted on the mutie and squeezed the trigger.
The one-eyed man was an experienced marksman. His shooting skills had played a major role in his surviving for so long in the hellish Deathlands—all that was left of the United States after the world blew up in 2001. So he knew for a fact that as soon as he pulled the trigger he’d fired a kill shot.
