A nuclear endgame played out among the superpowers created a fiery cataclysm that turned America into a treacherous new frontier. But an intrepid group of warrior survivalists roams the wastelands, unlocking the secrets of a pre-dark world. Ryan Cawdor and his band have become living legends in a world of madness and death where savagery reigns, but the human spirit endures...
A nuclear Endgame played out among the superpowers created a fiery cataclysm that turned America into a treacherous new frontier. But an intrepid group of warrior survivalists roams the wastelands, unlocking the secrets of a pre-dark world. Ryan Cawdor and his band have become living legends in a world of madness and death where savagery reigns, but the human spirit remains.
The South Pacific is a rad-blasted paradise, inhabited by giant mutated crustaceans and savage cannibals. The local baron rules the Marshall Islands with a despotic iron fist and a secret formula for making Deathland’s gold: Gunpowder. But his true invincibility lies in his possession of stockpiles of pre-dark rapid fire missiles and a fleet of functional PT boats. Ryan Cawdor and his companions have faced off against the baron and survived. But this time there’s only one way out of these death seas – through the sec-men infested waters of the baron’s kingdom.
I bought this book as a teenager, over ten years later this book is still my favorite. When I first read it, it transported me to a wild, lawless world full of guns, blood, muties and strange places ravaged by corrupt people. Everything a sixteen year old girl wants! I marveled at these instinct driven characters, the problems they faced trying to survive such situations they happened into. The slight hints of the past was not enough, I had to know more. Where they came from, how they ended up together, where they were going if they survived this plight.. I laughed, I cried, I foamed at the mouth for more. My love of this morbid, violent place and it's dangerous heroes was born and to this day I have a totally irrational fear of crabs!
Now, older and sometimes wiser, as I re-read this title I can see chinks in the armor. If I wanted to nit pick, this could definitely rake my nerves but I don't want to. I'm a writer by profession, an editor by necessity but a reader at heart and if a story can pull me in, put me there, gun in hand, hot muite blood squirting, smell of cordite burning my nose, steel in my gut knowing my life and those of the few people I dare to trust rides on cleaning some brainpans with bullets, I'm sold! This one did it for me.
So, in reality it's not a perfect book, but in my memory it's a perfect ten. Keep in mind I was sixteen, but hey there's always a soft spot for your first love.