Roadkill ... A funny thing happened to Roger and Savanna Aldiss on the Interstate--they hit a dinosaur. But that's nothing compared to what awaits them down the road. For something is at work to reverse time itself, something which makes the clouds boil, glowing with strange lights, and ancient trees to appear out of nowhere. Something against which Roger, Savanna, a motorcycle gang, and a handful of others will make their final stand. Prehistory lives as ferocious dinosaurs run amok! Science-fiction and horror fans (and especially B-movie lovers) will enjoy this gory, action-packed thriller in the tradition of Roger Corman and George Romero.

Flashback

Lonny hesitated, trembling. "Y-you mean it's just trying to scare us?"Handlebar tweaked his nose. "That's right."The fire returned to the young man's eyes-almost. He looked around the shattered dock, at the riddled corpse and the oily, bloody water, at the spitting power lines and the dead lights, the peeling boardwalk on the shore. He shook his head. "No, it's not. It-it doesn't pretend, like you. It's gonna kill us, that's all." He stepped closer. "Can't you see that? You posing hillbilly? The spill's given it a-a lean season. It's sick, and it's hungry, and ."He glanced at the corpse. "And we probably just killed its mate."

Lean Season

By the time I'd established a camp in the covered breezeway of the Luxor obelisk-"Cleopatra's Needle" it was called, at least according to a bronze placard on its wall-and bound her hands and feet, the sun had set and a slight rain had started to fall; something I fully welcomed after so much time in the desert. As to whether the girl welcomed it also, who could say. For even though I set her near the opening (as well as the fire) and provided her my own bedroll to sit on, she only continued to glare-probably due to us eating in front of her; for I had decided, though you might think it cruel, that I would starve her into speaking, if necessary. Which, of course, she finally did-speak, that is-although only after a considerable time, saying, hoarsely, yet clearly, assertively, "Is this some kind of torture? I mean, don't you have to feed prisoners before killing them? Isn't that what the Geneva Convention says?" I looked at her through the flames, saying nothing, even as Kesabe snarled. At length I carved a piece of meat from the spit and dropped it on a paper plate, which I carried around to her-but didn't hand over. Instead, I knelt and sliced off a single bite-sized morsel-then held it close to her nose. "Trade, " I said, matter-of-factly. "One bite per something about you. It can be your name. Where you're from. How you've survived ... Just talk."

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And then we waited, watching the trucks with their billowing flags slowly move along the ridge, watching them go. Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show / With some smart-ass New York Jew / The Jew laughed at Lester Maddox / And the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too . I heard gunshots-nothing major, just some idiot in the Tucker train shooting at the sky. So I went to the park and I took some paper along / And that's where I made this song . And then it started, the Apache firing two Hellfire missiles which hit a group of pickups at the start of the train and instantly blew them to pieces, glass and shrapnel flying, a body tumbling in the air. We talk real funny down here / We drink too much, we laugh too loud / We're too dumb to make it in no northern town . Two more missiles fired, this time at the other end of the train, blowing pickups and blue flags into the air, sending a cab higher than anything else-like the turrets of those Iraqi tanks in the first Gulf War-hurling a Rugged Terrain tire along the ridge, which eventually rolled down the hill. We're keeping the niggers down . More missiles, like scaled-up bottle rockets: hitting the column like hammers, making fireballs of King Cabs and beds of people; spitting from the chopper's hardpoints like fireworks, like flairs, incinerating skin and catching hair on fire, I knew, and didn't care, obliterating pennants and banners. We're rednecks, we're rednecks / We don't know our ass from a hole in the ground . Until he'd finally fired everything: Hellfires and Hydras, Stingers and Spikes, all of them hissing and screaming, finding their targets; all of them lighting the ridge up like the Fourth of July, or maybe the volcano at The Mirage, in Las Vegas, each making our world safer and saner and more secure-more righteous, more lost. Each bringing smoke and silence and peace-like the lights in the sky themselves-to the war-torn hills of Earth.

The Once and Future Kings

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.

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Scenes & Interludes ... from an Improbable End. Atticus, meanwhile, had been counting down. "Three . two . one." He sighed and lowered the megaphone-then lifted it to his mouth again. "The problem with you, Jaime, is that you just-don't-listen. Now I just explained to you what was going to happen if I reached 'one' and you hadn't come out, and goddamned if you didn't come out. So. What's going to happen now is that we're going to kill one of these people for every 30 seconds you remain inside the vehicle-starting immediately." He directed the bullhorn at the upper floors of one of the buildings. "Hershel? You awake up there?" "Get ready, " I said. "I'm awake, " came a voice, though it was impossible to tell exactly where from. "Fine, " said Atticus. "Hershel, in 30 seconds, I want you to place your site on the head of . that little girl, right there." He gestured at a storefront on our right side-Simply Seattle. "Green coat, last one on the end, right next to the display window. Copy that there, Chief?" The man didn't hesitate. "Twenty-nine! 28! 27 ." I toggled the loudspeaker myself. "We're coming out, " I said, suddenly, and glanced at Sam. "We're trying to figure out how." There was a silence as Atticus seemed to think about this. At last he said, "Well, how complicated could it be? Just open the door. Hershel, keep counting ..." "Twenty-three, 22, 21 ." "It's not that simple, " I hurried to say, "It's, like, pressurized or something." To the others I said, "On my mark, okay? Get ready." "We're at 18 seconds and counting, James, " said Atticus. "Best clean your glasses and get with it." "Seventeen, 16, 15 ." "Okay! Okay. We're depressurizing. Right . now." And then Sam was toggling the smoke as I gripped the joystick tightly and Nigel took over the loudspeaker and Lazaro opened the side door, after which we cursed loudly and bent to our tasks, and, together, threw wide the gates of Hell. A new series in the Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Universe ...

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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. 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.

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