Wayne Kyle Spitzer Libros

The epic final chapter of the Flashback Saga ... in which characters from all the previous books and stories must come together to make their final stand!"You don't remember ... do you?" His brown eyes suddenly twinkled and he shook his head. "No? You don't remember calling on me in the depths of those first awful nights, when you were at your most exposed, when you were at your most vulnerable?" He stroked her long, brown hair with an almost impossible gentleness; it was as though a cool-warm breeze rifled it rather than his fingers. "When it was just you and the boy ... alone, scared. Cold. Hungry?"She began to shake her head almost violently, her breathing and heart rate accelerating once again."Oh, yes," he said, squinting, smiling. "You did. All the world did. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You called on many during that time, in those hours and days and weeks after the Flashback--you wouldn't have been aware of it. And you cursed the One who had brought it upon you ... who had taken your husband and your daughter; who had taken so many husbands and daughters. It's okay. We--we don't judge. Not like them," He looked at the hazy sky and the alien-colored lights, at the sun itself which was a white disk in the smoke. "Not like Him."

As she draws closer, she realizes that the bright lights are a combination of police lights and construction floods. Tragically, there appears to have been yet another accident. She slows to a crawl as she arrives at the scene

First there was the Flashback. Then came the Flashback Dawn. At last came the Flashback Twilight ...They streamed out from the tree line in a veritable blitzkrieg, the guns of the tanks rotating and firing, the foot soldiers alternately taking cover behind vehicles and squeezing off bursts, the raptors and triceratops and stegosaurs charging—as Red and Charlotte and Roger and Savanna continued shooting and the children ran ammo and Bella lit the gasoline trenches, as Gojira and the clerk prepared shoulder-mounted rocket launchers. As hundreds of others joined the battle belatedly and began to kill and to be killed.And then they were there; they were at the gates, and the triceratops and stegosaurs had waded into the burning trenches and begun serving as bridges—sacrificing themselves so that the raptors and the foot soldiers could cross—even as a column of bulldozers fanned out along the perimeter and prepared to break the lines for dropping their blades—which rattled and clinked against the hail of gunfire—revving their engines, spewing black smoke.“Bayonets!” cried Red as the raptors fell upon them, thrusting his own so that it skewered one of the dinosaurs like a shish kabob even before he used its own weight and momentum to swing it over and behind himself ...

I let off the gas immediately and slowed down before veering into the lane behind them, even as the operator asked calmly, "Are you able to see the license number? If so, read it to me-as carefully as you can. Are they Kentucky plates?"I was distracted by the men in the payload, who appeared to be lifting something heavy, but quickly focused on the plate. "Yes. Kentucky 527 CXS, Franklin County." I squinted in the fog. The lettering didn't look right. "I-I think it's been altered. I'm following as close as I dare, and it looks like-""You are behind them?""Yes. One of them was-""Sir, be advised that units are on the way and that you are not to pursue. Repeat, do not pursue. Pull over immediately and wait for officers to arrive. What is the make and model of your vehicle?""I-it's a blue Toyota-a Camry. 2004, I think. I'm-I'm slowing down. But so are they. There's men in the payload. It, it almost ..." I was about to say that it looked like they were lifting, well, a trough, to be frank, one of those big aluminum vats used to water horses, when the men heave-hoed the thing twice ... and sent its contents hurling toward my windshield. At which point the thick, viscous stuff hit the glass like a hammer-exploding everywhere-and turned the world black.Black and blood red.

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 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. The Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Cycle Flashback (re-printed in Dinosaur Apocalypse) Flashback Dawn (re-printed in Dinosaur Apocalypse) Tales from the Flashback (re-printed as Dinosaur Rampage) Flashback Twilight (serialized as A Dinosaur is a Man’s Best Friend; re-printed as The Complete Ank & Williams, Dinosaur War, Paladins) A Reign of Thunder (serialized as Heat Wave) A Survivor’s Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse