The Wasteland Saga: Three Novels: Old Man and the Wasteland, The Savage Boy, The Road is a River
Nick Cole
Language: English
Pages: 672
ISBN: 006221019X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Nick Cole sends us on a suspenseful odyssey into the dark heart of post-apocalyptic America in this three-part adventure
Forty years after a devastating thermonuclear Armageddon, mankind has been reduced to sal-vaging the ruins of a broken world. In a style that's part Hemingway and part Cormac McCarthy's The Road, The Wasteland Saga chronicles the struggle of the Old Man, his granddaughter, and a mysterious boy as they try to survive the savage lands of this new American Dark Age.
With the words of the Old Man's most prized possession—a copy of Hemingway's classic The Old Man and the Sea—echoing across the wasteland, they journey into the unknown through three incredible tales of endurance and adventure in a land ravaged by destruction.
Compiled for the first time in print, The Wasteland Saga comprises Nick Cole's novels The Old Man and the Wasteland, The Savage Boy, and The Road is a River.
. . .” So whatever you got to do, Boy. Do it now! “More’n partners in fact, he was . . .” In the moment the Boy threw the tomahawk, he meant it. He threw it not just at Dunn, but at a world that was cruel and made of stone. Don’t let it go unless you mean to, Boy. The aim was true but it caught Dunn’s horse in the throat as Dunn jerked at the reins to protect himself. The horse screamed. Dunn fired. Two thundering roars erupted from Dunn’s pistols. Two wet slaps. The Boy felt the spray
vision. Now as the last light of day shone directly into the heart of the wasteland, he could make out details. Purple scrub and gentle orange hills rising up along the edge he would make by tomorrow. Off to the east he saw a vehicle. He’d heard of this vehicle. The few who had tried the wasteland had never gone more than a day or two into its depths. All told of the vehicle. It lay to the east and it was always bad to head east. The villagers would often mutter, What good could come from the
until the last second and she’ll follow you over. Numbly he took the coil of rope off his neck. His heart was beating quickly. He told himself to calm down. To stop. Just do this. Don’t think too much about it. He crept toward the frowning entrance of the cave. There was a short drop inside. On the floor below, he could see a shapeless mass in the dark. The cave smelled of animals. He listened. He heard nothing. He waited, watching the shapeless mass. His vision narrowed as he stared hard,
it is, I could use you. If you want work, I can give you that. If you want a way to go, well then I think I have something you might be interested in. An offer you should consider.” MacRaven walked back to his chair and picked up a hanging gun belt. He buckled it around his waist, one large revolver hanging low against his thigh. “You don’t want in, fine. Ride on.” Whatever you say, Boy, don’t say that. He ain’t strappin’ on that gun for nothing. It means something, even if he don’t know what
courthouse. He was on the median of grass astride the great highway. MacRaven told him: “I’ll conquer the world.” MacRaven, his wolf’s face smiling like a child’s, his eyes shining. MacRaven, in armor, staring out at the Chinese. The Boy stood, letting the last of the charcoal fall from his numb fingers. And someone began to cry. Chapter 37 They gave the Boy and Horse a shack to sleep in for the night. It was small and it lay next to the road and the ocean, its only furnishing a baked clay