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Excerpts

We have been careful to select passages from the book that won’t spoil the reading experience. The book is available NOW! But until you buy it, let these teasers keep you guessing exactly what this story is all about.

Here’s just a sampling of what is to come…

The headlights of a few vehicles moved about chaotically in the distance. As I swung out of the parking lot, my headlights shone across the sea of flotsam. The pier… gone! I’d always wanted my ashes scattered off the end of that pier when my days were done.—Chapter I

As the rising sun began to warm my neck, our silence was accentuated by the noticeable absence of other vehicles heading up the grade.  Seconds became minutes and the sunlight began to wash into the canyon below us.  Looking at his wristwatch, James noted the time, “Zero-Six-Two-five hours,” he said. “The first day of the rest of our lives.”—Chapter II

The rain began about 2 o’clock in the afternoon on the 5th day.  It came with a vengeance, threatening to wash away all those who had survived the quakes. The repeated aftershocks churned the earth into a quagmire.—Chapter IV

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The rain began about 2 o’clock in the afternoon on the 5th day.  It came with a vengeance, threatening to wash away all those who had survived the quakes. The repeated aftershocks churned the earth into a quagmire.—Chapter IV 10/23

The loss of life around the planet was beyond reckoning.  Not a single town or city across the U.S. escaped massive damage.  The New Madrid Fault had ripped the continent in two.  The Mississippi River, from the Great Lakes to New Orleans, was now an arm of the ocean hundreds of miles wide reaching from what was the Gulf of Mexico deep into the Canadian wilderness.—Chapter V

I was very tired. My shoulder hurt like hell and my head was killing me.  I wished so much to be at home with Suzanne.  She has a way of settling things down for me; she always makes the headaches go away. If I left soon, the next few days, maybe I could make it home before her birthday in March.  Or…. maybe I’d be fucking dead. —Chapter IX