Yet underlying the whole system, a human cancer grows.Blythe Harrell is a man very much on the inside of the system–but the more he sees, the more broken he understands things to be. Yet to challenge anything is to challenge it all. Even his own place at the very top.When he discovers his wife is expecting, their unborn child carrying one of the last incurable diseases–a death sentence to most–he’s forced to confront the truth about the world around him.

    

    Yet, that is just what has happened now that the battle lines have been drawn. With the movement sweeping the United States, the stakes are higher than ever as President Drummond continues to prove his dedication to the destruction of the Bionics and all who stand with them.The flame has been ignited…As anger and frustration among the American people reaches the boiling point, citizens begin to fight back, many showing their support for the Bionics… despite the personal costs to themselves. As protests turn violent, and people who once cowered in silence begin to fight back, the government continues its practices that fly in the face of the very principles the nation was founded upon.The time has come to revolt …Despite the many losses it has sustained, the Resistance stands strong, leading America into revolution and onward toward change. With an unlikely, ragtag family of misfits at its forefront, the Resistance stands, while a girl who lost everything continues to fight for a future that was once impossible, but may now be within her reach.

    

    

    He spends his time with Katelyn’s brother at the roadblocks, waiting to see if the government will launch an offensive to clear out the park. Increasing drone strikes rain death from above, so the rebels take to hiding in caves in the less accessible areas. When word comes of a military build-up outside the park, a pre-emptive strike might be in order…. Blowing bridges. Scaring them away. Giving them a black eye, and making it not worth coming back. Fall colors beautify the Smokies, but the rest of the world is ugly—turning brown and dying. It’s up to Zach and his prepper family to survive for the rebirth, if they can make it that long.

    Now, back home in North Carolina, he's told his young daughter Ella he'd never leave her alone again after her mother died while he was serving the last tour. On a last second decision he reluctantly breaks that promise for a trip with old military friends. That's not the only problem, the lights are out because of terrorists, people are desperate, and he's a thousand miles from a little girl he vows to get home to, at any costs. Matt meets people along the way that help him, hinder him, and many want to kill him. Nothing has prepared him for what's in store, not even his days in Iraq. Will communities pull together or will they fall apart? Will people head for the hills or do they stand and fight? On his way home Matt detours to atone for a friends death. Is forgiveness in store in the middle of an apocalypse? The human spirit can break a thousand times but it will prevail if only one thing exists, HOPE! Meanwhile in other parts of the country a war weary Navy Corpsman only consumed with those he could not save is minutes from from taking his life when fate intervenes. A young woman in Florida is dealing with depression after losing her mom in Iraq and now fights for her reputation including her life against three rapist. The university ignored her pleas and the media blamed her. With the power out her struggles change drastically. In other parts of the US other men and women will do things that would have been uncharacteristic just days before. Paths will cross. Chance and fate will play a role. Circumstance will evolve. Do you go left or do you go right? What does life have in store for you? In Book One you will be introduced to just some of the characters that will play a role as Apocalyptic Highway progresses down the road of chance, circumstance, and fate. My intent is that when you read this book you cry, laugh, smile, stand and cheer, clap, question, and most of all it leaves you wanting more. SEMPER FIDELIS

    Little did she know, it was how she would be reborn. Alone and struggling to make it back to Billings to find her family, she finds something else along the way. When Lou and the gang reach Liam's new home, they're shocked by what they see. King Liam is a lot of things, and one of them is as good as his word. He has done what he said he would. Built a castle. Built an army. Fortified his lands. And possibly learned to control the bots? Or is someone controlling him? Silence was survival. Now the silence won't save you. And in the end, the biggest sacrifice is the one you make for the people you love. The Walking Dead and The Hunger Games fans are looking for this! “THIS IS A LIFE CHANGER!” ***** “A DIFFERENT KIND OF ZOMBIE!” ****** “YOU WILL NOT PUT THIS BOOK DOWN!” ***** “IF YOU LOVED THE BORN TRILOGY . . . ” *****

    When a tragedy forces the kids to leave the Mountain Place, no one needs to reach safe haven more than Amy.

    At least that is what our government and the media kept telling the nation’s population. Chip, a construction worker in Nebraska was not too sure about the whole economic recovery thing. He never really saw too much improvement where he was living and working. Then things really started to go down hill with the nation’s economy. It just kept getting worse and worse and soon even the media could no longer hide the truth that this time the fake recovery was turning into the Second Great Depression. Chip still had the old farmstead that had been passed down through several generations in his family. Could he make a go of it on only the small piece of that land that was still left? He knew he would have to use all the old knowledge that his parents had passed to him just to keep his belly full in this new depression with even longer ‘soup lines’ than there was in the first Great Depression. Chip never said he was the brightest bulb but even he knew the nation was in for some stormy weather. This is his story. As always in my stories there is no foul language or explicit sex though there is some violence. My stories are only meant to provide an afternoon or evening of reading enjoyment. If when reading any story you find that an occasional grammatical error spoils your whole experience then you may wish forgo reading this story as I am sure some errors can be found within it despite my best efforts.

    A thrilling tale filled with action, adventure, intrigue and a pleasant pinch of romance the story is set primarily in Antarctica, Tasmania and on the east coast of Australia. The book follows the lives of four different people in their struggles to survive after a huge tsunami, caused by the massive Ross Shelf icesheet sliding off Antarctica and into the Southern Ocean, sweeps across the Pacific. The tsunami leaves a trail of death and destruction after which the water levels of Earth's oceans begin to rise rapidly causing cataclysmic disaster as well as massive political and social upheaval. As cities and nations are flooded the fabric of civilisation is torn as groups and individuals struggle for survival in a terrifying new world. The three parallel story lines are exciting, predictive and thought provoking. The author has degrees archaeology and history with a particular interest in the effects of the end of the last Ice Age on the humans of 8,000 B.C. He has transposed known archaeological information on rapid sea level rises onto the modern world to create an exciting, informative and relevant novel that attempts to answer the question of what would really happen to you and I if the Earth's sea levels rose more than six meters. The stories. Katherine Brown is a climatologist based on Antarctica, when the Ross Iceshelf shatters and slides into the ocean she and her team must traverse the rapidly changing Antarctic terrain to reach the relative safety of a base camp at Cape Colbeck; only a few will survive the trek through ice and mud and snow. Peter Taylor and his family survived the first wave but not the second. Alone and homeless he is forced to scavenge in flooded supermarkets for food and avoid roving gangs of bandits that quickly establish themselves as social norms disintegrate to be replaced by anarchy. He meets a mysterious and alluring woman, who, like himself, finds herself thriving in the post apocalypse world. Jeremy Jones is an archaeologist with a particular interest in Paleo- climatology. He is fired from his prestigious position at the Queensland University for predicting massive sea level rises even as his predictions, and much worse, come true. Karen Whitaker had been partying with girlfriends when the first tsunami tore through Hobart. Trapped overnight in the remains of a collapsed building, she emerged to discover a ruined city strewn with the bodies of the dead, the dying and the injured. Living in a refugee camp she does what she must to make the best of the new world.

     After my first escape, I realized that everything I'd believed, everything the Elders told us, and everything I thought I knew were all calculated lies. Now I know the truth will set me free.

    Over 1,200 pages of reading! As a plague ravages America and leaves chaos in its wake there's no time to prepare, no chance for last words, messages home, or tearful goodbyes. For the men and women immune to the virus, they have 2 options. Survive or die trying.

    What he wasn't prepared for was the total destruction of everyone and everything he cared about. His journey from personal vendetta to becoming a guiding force in the New Constitution Army puts his fighting abilities and survival to the test. Porter Jones had to grow up quickly and learn to survive in a world gone mad. With help he finds along the way, he develops skills to protect and defend his newly adopted family. He joins a group of warriors fighting with the New Constitution Army helping to restore the original US Constitution and defeat America's enemies.

    Follow Mira's story as she faces life as a single mother, wrestles with the constant call of the ocean to her mermaid nature, and joins an all-male salvage team who is less than thrilled to have her. When my mother died, I ran to the ocean like a coward. Its cradle of salt puckered my memories and withered my sorrow like a grape drying in the sun. I had cheated grief and was foolish enough to think I had gotten away with it.When Nathan died, I couldn’t run away. No matter how much I flinched, bending toward the Atlantic the way ivy strains for rays of light, I could not leave. Grief was back to take what belonged to it for the time it was allotted. I had everything I wanted a few short years ago. My mate. My daughter. A home, a family. It made my head spin to think how much could change so suddenly. I mused, wondering later if I was the only mermaid to ever walk fully through the five stages of grief. But I had my daughter.Targa had yet to turn, the color and shape of her fins were yet to be revealed, but she would. I had been so sure of it then. Siren genes are passed from mother to daughter, without fail. Young legs melded into a shimmering virgin tail in response to a salty sea. But Targa didn’t turn in response to ocean water, not the first time, not any time after that. Something was wrong. I shoved my fear down deep into some dark corner where Targa would not see it and said with a smile that we’d just have to keep trying. I had turned at the age of three, but if there could be late-bloomers in the human race, why not ours too?Her fifth birthday came and went, still she hadn’t turned. Concern sent its barbs into me like a thistle, then it rooted and grew.Targa and I had weekly late night secret swims in the Atlantic, which had once been fun but were now polluted with expectation and suspense. Coaching sessions (my idea), where I attempted human psychology exercises I’d found in outdated textbooks at the library; guided visualization, breathing techniques, and even a failed go at hypnosis. The memory of her skinny little frame sitting in a bathtub containing more salt than water (Targa’s idea) is still enough to fill my eyes with moisture.I don’t know exactly when she lost hope, but she hid it expertly, patiently participating however I asked.I ignored the creeping thoughts that whispered in my mind; she didn’t even like water, didn’t really want to go for swim, couldn’t hear the ocean calling her. I would shove the thoughts away violently, excusing them as nothing but my own anxiety. It was ridiculous. A daughter of a mermaid who disliked the ocean. Impossible. When I muzzled those fears, I became aware of others of a different kind. Not my own, but hers, for me.She could see the want in my eyes. Whatever mechanism bees and dogs used to smell fear, Targa had it for despair. She could sense it on me, reeking like cheap perfume. Her eyes dipped in desperation, her obvious desire not to disappoint me sliced through me like a white-hot blade from heart to gut. She thought she was my tormentor. The realization struck like a hammer and gave me the strength to do what was needed: Let it go.The ocean could call. I’d let the smell of it crucify me, the sound of its waves crash against me, echo through me, call me, beg me.Targa’s need and my love for her was greater. If she never turned and I was locked in a land-cycle for the rest of our lives, so be it.So be it.