This Savage and Beautiful Night | Flashback: The Final Trilogy of Stories | Part One
This Savage and Beautiful Night | Flashback: The Final Trilogy of Stories | Part One

Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer

Publisher: Hobb's End Books

Published: 2022-12-21

Total Pages: 304

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The final Flashback begins ... It's all led to this. All the characters and situations of the Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse come together in a final trilogy of tales that will close out and define the saga. Join Ank and Williams, the crew of Gargantua, the kids from Thunder Road, and so many others as they heed the call to adventure one last time and face the very architects of the Flashback! 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, 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. From This Savage and Beautiful Night: “Francis,” said Bella Ray—indicating the mic should be given to him. “Go.” “Ah—” He took the cordless mic and placed it near his lips. “Test, test … Okay.” He cleared his throat. “This is in response to Sheila. Because, what you don’t understand, Miss, is that that was no mere wind—it was a conduit; and in that conduit I could hear them,” He looked at the sky; at the Flashback Borealis—now diminished by the sun—and the drifting lights (which were of a color no one had ever seen). “Which I have heard before, as you know.” He indicated the crowd. “As everyone knows. Because the truth is, I have been closer to their dark materials than anyone—anyone here in Barley, that’s for sure. And I am telling you: there was something in their voices this time that wasn’t there before, something, I think, that they’ve never experienced. And that’s fear.” At which the amphitheater fell ghostly silent, at least for a moment. “Well, fear of what, exactly?” called a man with a stump for a hand (his name was Roger), at last. “They’re sure as hell not afraid of us.” Francis just shook his head. “I don’t know. Fear of whatever’s at the center of that labyrinth; which is why they’re gathering on it. Maybe even the fear that it will somehow affect their precious Flashback ...” “Wait a minute, wait a minute,” blurted someone—some punk kid, I believe his name was Lonny. “So you’re saying there’s two conflicting forces—sort of like a football game—one of which is responsible for the Flashback, while the other is even now beckoning to us?” He laughed and slapped his hat against his hip. “Well, hell, man, sign me up with the Beckoner! Let’s do this!” Laughter; laughter and riotous applause—which devolved into chaos—as Bella Ray threw up her arms and someone tossed torn paper (like confetti) and something parted the crowd like a float, like a tank. Something that turned out to be an armored dinosaur (an ankylosaurus) with a man walking beside it, a duo I knew to be the great Ank and Williams themselves—veterans of the Dinosaur War and the Bearers of the Hammer. The Legends of the North. “That’s just precisely what he’s saying,” shouted Williams assuredly, authoritatively. “And he’s exactly right to do so—because that’s the situation.” He looked at Francis, who brought him the cordless microphone. “And it’s high time we accepted it; and started drawing up our plans. Because friends—fellow survivors, veterans of the Big One and all those who have come here because they heard Radio Free Montana, it’s all come down to this.”

The War-Torn Hills of Earth | Flashback: The Final Trilogy of Stories | Part Three
The War-Torn Hills of Earth | Flashback: The Final Trilogy of Stories | Part Three

Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer

Publisher: Hobb's End Books

Published: 2023-02-11

Total Pages: 318

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The final Flashback begins ... It's all led to this. All the characters and situations of the Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse come together in a final trilogy of tales that will close out and define the saga. Join Ank and Williams, the crew of Gargantua, the kids from Thunder Road, and so many others as they heed the call to adventure one last time and face the very architects of the Flashback! From The War-torn Hills of Earth: The gold fog rolled and so did the water, foaming and frothing, revealing first the photonics mast and communications antennas, then The Sarpedon’s black, sea-slicked sail and forward fins, then its great, dark, parabolic bow—which breached the surface at an angle, like the plesiosaurs and ichthyosaurs and mosasaurs swimming alongside—until, still steaming forward, the ship was fully surfaced and its aft fins visible; at which three people—two men and a small woman with a bob haircut—appeared in the sail. “Jesus,” gasped Puckett, the engineering chief, as he looked at the beasts, which filled the water for as far as the eye could see (which nonetheless wasn’t very far, due to the fog). “If I hadn’t seen it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it. The sonar doesn’t lie.” Captain O’Neil was more circumspect. “But why, goddammit. That’s what I want to know. I’ve certainly never seen them migrate en masse like this—like Hammerhead sharks. What’s the reason?” Both of them had to shout over the crash and commotion of the waves. Pang signed excitedly at them as the wind chopped her hair. “What’s she saying?” Puckett, who’d been working with her, paraphrased: “She’s saying, ‘What if they were called too—only in a different way?’” He watched as she continued to sign. “‘Or—considering the dream used sound and imagery instead of words—the exact same way?’” O’Neil looked at the marine animals as they leapt and dove and swam powerfully alongside. Aye, but for a different reason, he thought. “Ho!” cried Chief Puckett suddenly. “The Santa Monica Pier!” O’Neil peered into the fog and saw the tiny silhouette of a Ferris wheel emerging from the gloom, then unhooked his mic. “Half ahead, revolutions 500—and mind the beasties.” He looked at Pang. “Yes, I’m going to send a team ashore. And no, you’re not—” And that’s when it happened: that’s when the pterodactyl flapped down like an oyster-white threshing machine and snatched her up by the shoulders—began rising. That’s when O’Neil drew his sidearm—even as Puckett grabbed her by the ankle—but couldn’t get a shot in through the pounding wings and Pang’s own flailing—until there was the briefest of openings, and he did fire. Until he got lucky, and the bird fell and so did Pang—still being gripped by her ankle—so that she was flipped upside down and slammed against the sail—which her head hit like a rock. So that she was knocked unconscious even as Puckett and O’Neil held tightly and ultimately dragged her back into the conning tower. After which, drearily—for they were unable to wake her or get any sort of reaction at all—there was nothing to do but take her to the infirmary and monitor her. Nothing to do, frankly, but pray.

For a Devil Has Fallen from the Sky | Flashback: The Final Trilogy of Stories | Part Two
For a Devil Has Fallen from the Sky | Flashback: The Final Trilogy of Stories | Part Two

Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer

Publisher: Hobb's End Books

Published: 2023-01-11

Total Pages: 310

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The final Flashback begins ... It's all led to this. All the characters and situations of the Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse come together in a final trilogy of tales that will close out and define the saga. Join Ank and Williams, the crew of Gargantua, the kids from Thunder Road, and so many others as they heed the call to adventure one last time and face the very architects of the Flashback! From For a Devil Has Fallen from the Sky: “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still wat—” Do you really think that He could be so forgiving and so mild; so compassionate, so humane? The Son of the God who drowned the world and bested the Nazis by about 190 million dead? The Son of the God who created flesh knowing its very existence was contingent on suffering? No; your mistake is in assuming you were ever redeemable—even before you murdered Calvin and burned him alive on the White House lawn. Your mistake is in fearing for your soul when the only thing I’m interested in is what you can do for me, what only Calvin’s killer can, for that was an act of nihilism which pleased us, and which brought you to our attention. Yea, we thought, here is a rising star! I care not about your soul. I care that you restart the Burn and destroy them, the humans, who deserve to be destroyed. I care that you go to Montana and encircle their encampment and cut them off, so that we can kill them from the skies. Do these things for me and I shall restore your daughter’s health. And then Leif looked down and realized he’d taken one of the parrots from the cage and had been preparing to wring its neck; to offer it up to Szambelan. Then he realized the full extent to which he had been influenced—hypnotized—and still he could not resist, could not decline, but only mumbled, “But how will I do it? I am just a youth, just a teen. I haven’t that kind of power.” I will give you the power. Power even to control the winds, make a storm of hail … The power to do as I ask and save your daughter. Nor will you be alone, for our forces are gathering even as we speak; gathering in legions and columns and herds of beasts; gathering like a storm, the likes of which the world has never seen. At which Leif found himself gazing west at the tempestuous clouds—even as a white, hairy arm settled on his shoulders—feeling as though he’d been reborn (yet again); feeling as though he might soar—when the baby cried from inside the Presidential Suite and Marigold called out to him, anxiously, urgently, breaking the bond between them like a vase. Severing the cord between them like a knife. “Refuse,” he said, shaken, and exhaled. “I refuse your offer.” And when he looked again the shadow on the tiles was that of a tree, not a monster, and the darkening sky was flickering and electric. After which he put the black and red parrot back into its confines and went in—but not before the hail started falling like stones on the tiles and on the tables, on the umbrellas and chairs, and on the metal roof of the birdcage, which rattled and chimed.

Into the Flashback: The Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Trilogy, Book One
Into the Flashback: The Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Trilogy, Book One

Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer

Publisher: Hobb's End Books

Published: 2022-09-24

Total Pages: 222

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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. It is a world where frightened commuters will do battle with murderous bikers even as primordial monsters close in, and others will take refuge in an underground theme park only to find their worst enemy is themselves. Where ordinary people—ne’er-do-wells on a cross-country motorcycle trip, a woman on a redeye flight to Hell, a sensitive boy stricken with visions of what’s to come--will find themselves in extraordinary situations, and a gunslinger and his telekinetic ankylosaurus will embark on a dangerous quest. A world where travelers will be trapped with an unravelling President of the United States and a band of survivors will face roving packs of monsters and men in post-apocalyptic Seattle; where rioting teenagers will face deadly predators (as well as their own demons) while ransacking the nation’s capital; where a Native-American warrior will seek to bury his past--and offer an elegy for all the Earth--in what remains of Las Vegas. 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.

The Wine Dark Passage: An Apocalyptic Coming of Age Story
The Wine Dark Passage: An Apocalyptic Coming of Age Story

Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer

Publisher: Hobb's End Books

Published: 2023-12-25

Total Pages: 146

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Embark on a Haunting Odyssey in The Wine Dark Passage... In the eerie shadows of a post-apocalyptic world, where time has unraveled into chaos, emerges a tale of survival and awakening as the nuclear submarine Sarpedon follows a private canal to a mysterious destination ... The Silent Protagonist Meet Pang "The Mouse" In-Su, a 13-year-old Korean deafmute girl, whose silence speaks louder than words. Pang grapples with the weight of a disordered world, haunted by memories of loss and the relentless pursuit of survival. The Enigmatic Captain and His Companions Captain O'Neil guides the USS Sarpedon through the wine-dark waters. Alongside him, Enge Puckett, a steadfast companion, adds a touch of humanity to the stark reality of survival. Together, they navigate through the remnants of a world that has succumbed to the whims of time, where primitive people and dinosaurs roam in the shadows. The Elon Musk-like Enigma Enter Steve Dannon, an Elon Musk-like figure, whose private compound, Chryse Planitia, beckons like a forbidden sanctuary on Vashon Island. Dannon, reminiscent of Conrad's Kurtz, hides secrets that echo in the whispers of those who dare to challenge his fractured reality. As the crew embarks on this odyssey, Dannon's enigma looms large—a force that can reshape destinies or plunge them into deeper darkness. A Heart of Darkness in the Pacific Northwest In this Pacific Northwest dystopia, the crew must confront the perils of a distorted time, facing not only the remnants of a lost world but the shadows of their own morality ... From The Wine Dark Passage: We watched as he gestured to what appeared to be a large hand crank near the edge of the lock. Do it, O’Neil seemed to indicate. And he moved toward it—even as something moved with him through the shadows; something sleek and dark and stealthy as a panther. Something which was joined by three other somethings as Jarnel took up the big, iron handle and began to crank it—pausing to take off his coat and roll up his sleeves, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being watched. That he was being stalked. What happened next happened fast; so fast that I was still shaking Puckett’s shoulder, telling him to fire, fire!—when one of the things leapt onto Jarnel’s back and just held on tight: curling its talons so that they dug into his thin, wet shoulders, seeming to rake his back with its sickle-clawed hindlimbs, closing its jaws about his neck and jugular. Nor did it stop there but only got worse, as the other velociraptors, the other murder birds, descended on him like flies, like jackals—knocking him to the ground, burying him as if in quicksand, making it impossible for anyone to even shoot at them for fear of hitting Jarnel himself. Not that there would have been any point—he was clearly dead already—as Captain O’Neil spoke into his mic and the sub moved on through the now-open gates. As the raptors snarled and fought over Jarnel’s corpse and I looked toward the sky at the fat, bloody moon (which was partially obscured by the semi-luminescent clouds; the so-called Flashback Borealis, which shown red as Abaddon); noting that the world hadn’t remarked on his death in the least but only continued to look on in perfect silence: impenetrable, inscrutable, having nothing whatsoever to say—nothing to add or take away—like we ourselves, I supposed. And then it was time to get ready—as we were more than halfway there. Time to go over the plan once more and to steel ourselves, steel our shivering stomachs, for what was yet to come. To get square with our gods and Buddhas so we could go ashore at Camp Burton—where there was a small port tucked into a heavily forested cul-de-sac—and do at last what needed to be done.

The Lost Country, Episode Three: “The Primeval World”
The Lost Country, Episode Three: “The Primeval World”

Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer

Publisher: Hobb's End Books

Published: 2021-02-12

Total Pages: 200

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First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the Dinosaur Apocalypse … How did it all begin? Well, 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 Lost Country. From “The Primeval World”: I stood abruptly and raised the back of my hand—but was restrained by Linda, who had inserted herself between us. “That’s enough! Please—Chris. Enough. She’s not going to tell us.” She backed me away from the girl. “But I have an idea … if you want to hear it.” I yanked away from her and began pacing, furious at the stranger but really angry with myself—for losing my cool in front of my crush, whom I’d liked since the moment we’d met (at the Coke machine in the Community Room, about a month before the Flashback). And for sending them—Penny and Fred—to the food mart in the first place, ostensibly to save time but really just so I could be with Linda. “I—I’m sorry. Jesus. It’s just that—” She came to me and put a finger to my lips. “Shhh. Forget it. All right?” I tried to look away but she forced me to look at her. “All right? Listen. We know which direction they went. So … why don’t we just—take Valerie here—and go looking for them?” She turned to face the young woman. “She’ll point us in the right direction—won’t you, Little Miss Sunshine?” She glared at her menacingly. “If she ever wants to see home again.” And she was right, of course; I knew it and the girl knew it. And so I reconfigured her bonds so she could travel and we doused ourselves in rex urine— including Valerie (for who knew how far we’d have to go or how long we’d be exposed to potential predators), and we headed out; walking up South Union Avenue toward the capitol even as Compies watched from the undergrowth and I thought I saw a face: simian yet strangely human, animal, and yet somehow not—peeking at us briefly from between two fronds. Staring at us, passively, almost meditatively, like a great ape behind glass; or a manatee through green, hazy water.

Savage Dragon #124
Savage Dragon #124

Author: Erik Larsen

Publisher: Image Comics

Published: 2006-03-29

Total Pages: 36

ISBN-13:

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"Falling Apart," Part One: "Damage" Touched by the notorious Negate, Dragon's powers are slowly diminishing. Him immune system in chaos, Dragon faces his toughest opponent and the result is anything but pretty! Meanwhile, at home, Mister Glum prepares to make his move at long last!

Lord of the Night
Lord of the Night

Author: Simon Spurrier

Publisher: Games Workshop(uk)

Published: 2005

Total Pages: 0

ISBN-13: 9781844161577

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Trapped on one of the huge megacities of the Imperial, a rogue Chaos Space Marine must evade his pursuers and navigate unseen while paving the way for invasion.

Flashback
Flashback

Author: Dan Simmons

Publisher: Reagan Arthur Books

Published: 2011-07-01

Total Pages: 531

ISBN-13: 0316132772

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A provocative dystopian thriller set in a future that seems scarily possible, Flashback proves why Dan Simmons is one of our most exciting and versatile writers. The United States is near total collapse. But 87% of the population doesn't care: they're addicted to flashback, a drug that allows its users to re-experience the best moments of their lives. After ex-detective Nick Bottom's wife died in a car accident, he went under the flash to be with her; he's lost his job, his teenage son, and his livelihood as a result. Nick may be a lost soul but he's still a good cop, so he is hired to investigate the murder of a top governmental advisor's son. This flashback-addict becomes the one man who may be able to change the course of an entire nation turning away from the future to live in the past.

How to Write what You Want and Sell what You Write
How to Write what You Want and Sell what You Write

Author: Skip Press

Publisher: Career PressInc

Published: 1995

Total Pages: 223

ISBN-13: 9781564141521

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Not loaded with theory, Skip's invaluable book contains concise, easily understood and applied advice for both writing and marketing any kind of book, article, story, play, screen-play, report, proposal or anything else you can think of.How to Write What You Want and Sell What You Write is for every writer or wannabe who needs to sort out his or her desires, capabilities and strengths and, even more importantly, learn the particular formats for the kind of writing in which he or she is interested.