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So I just found out that Sargo has been abducted to a city eight thousand miles across the Salt. Which means if I ever want to see him again (which I'm pretty sure I do) I'm gonna have to embark on a treacherous voyage to get him back . . . alone. Dangerous? Yes. Insane? Definitely. Necessary? Well, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with the guy, so . . . yeah. The problem is, I'm still a massive asshole and I haven't really gotten over this drinking thing. And there might be a teleporter inside my head. Oh, and I still don't know how to sail.

Sand. A hostile world of burning sun. Outlines of several once-busy cities shimmer on the horizon. Now empty of inhabitants, their buildings lie in ruins. In the distance a group of people, a family, walk, towards us. Ahead lies shelter: a 'shuck' the family call home and that they know they must reach before the light fails, as to be out after dark is to invite danger and almost certain death. To survive in this alien world of shifting sand, they must find an object hidden in or near water. But other families want it too. And they are willing to fight to the death to make it theirs.

It was ash on fingertips and vast. Stepping upon it gave the impression that it had come not from below, buffed by millions of years of wind slicing against rock, but rather from above; that, perhaps, it had drifted down and settled here. This is the post-apocalyptic sandscape that Calix and Annora must navigate - when they're old enough to join the scavenger crews outside of the domes, that is.

Life on the plains is tough, dangerous, and just plain boring. Elissa dreams of breaking the monotony and winning the Liberty Trials: a hoverbike race around the perimeter of the plains with entry to Neon City at stake. Her town sits in the shadow of the enormous blister of Neon’s dome, within reach and yet forbidden. If she could only win…everything would change. If only the stranger hadn’t appeared. If only she could get Quintessa, one of the three Queens, off her back. If only the murderous Rohen could get exactly what he deserved. So many questions. So many variants.

A fun quirky read that will change your attitude about money and the apocalypse forever. Have you ever wondered how it would be possible for an economy to continue after a major electrical grid down disaster? Well look no more, here is a plausible short story to educate and entertain you. Watch the confusion start when a Dirt Road Scholar, a Master of Disaster and a Maker of Mischief band together to play economist.

The horrors of World War II are widely known. The horrors that have remained unknown - until now - are far worse. In the year 2093, an ancient biological weapon is accidentally unearthed from the sands of the Sahara Desert. Experts Shift Bader and Anta Chalthoum are called to investigate, but even they cannot fathom the breadth of what has been uncovered. The stakes quickly rise as the peril intensifies. Shift and Anta must set aside their budding feelings for each other as they face a catastrophe the likes of which the world has never known; the effects of which threaten to reach beyond the borders of our own world.

Far beneath the city’s depths burns far more than the fuel that feeds it. Stuck in the same dead-end job as his father, Rylan drinks himself into oblivion most nights. Better than the oblivion of the Link, everyone around him a slave to virtual reality. At least that’s what he tells himself. His ex, Clarisse, has found herself a new lover, someone with more than a passing interest in him. They have a job for him, and it involves explosives. Best just to drink this one off. Wait it out, until everyone has regained their senses....