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This is a new approach to criminal rehabilitation. This is tough love at its toughest. Here, complete isolation and unending hours of boredom act like an acid drip against the tough granite exterior of its recalcitrant inmates. Though it is a humane system, it offers no mercy to the incorrigible, and it has no patience for those who refuse to learn. Only the strongest can long resist, but no human being can resist forever.

On a beam of light as in the fog of dreams, a hundred human beings of all ages and walks-of-life find themselves standing on narrow pedestals in a strange auditorium filled with noxious, frigid liquid. With no room to sit or recline, they cannot rest or sleep. They can only shift from foot to foot atop the pedestals, standing for hours then days, their fears unresolved and their fate unknown. They disappear all over the world. Some of them eventually return home again.

The Korengal Valley of Afghanistan was one of the most dangerous places in the world during 2008. Deployment there became a crapshoot of possibilities. The hapless gamblers rolling snake-eyes would die or suffer life-altering injury. Nobody served there unscathed.

Humankind knows countless destinations, whether of mountain, river, meadow, or lake. Each domain offers a unique experience, and each attracts visitors with common yet specific interests, but the ultimate holiday destination is a sandy beach. Travel there now to wade through a surging surf toward a sanctuary strand, but be warned and beware... both treasure and tragedy beckon from shores of silver seas.

He can't avoid the stench. It's everywhere… in his food… in his clothing… his home… his office. Everything swims in the odor of feces and he can't possibly know if it's all in his mind or if the entire world has gone bad.

After accumulating a lifetime of esoteric knowledge and expertise in wicked magic, he has returned home to free his granddaughter. There will be hell to pay when Paw-Paw conjures!

Terminus Part I: Civilization deconstructed itself like a riot in a madhouse. In the aftermath, a handful of guilt-wracked holdouts stumble onto a terrible secret. To learn the final truth and save their species, they must cross a blood-soaked wasteland to investigate the long-standing enigma we call “Area-51”, where Terminus begins. Terminus Part II (Control): A handful of desperate post-apocalyptic survivors will uncover many unsettling truths about the past, present and future of their species. Most startling of all, they will discover why their thoughts are not their own when the ...

He is the worst of the worst; a perverted deviant and an elusive killer who presents himself as an old-fashioned country preacher. She is the distraught widow of a man who successfully embezzled a fortune. With her two young children, she lives amid the dilapidated ruins of a declining estate named Slate Gardens, where rumor insists three million dollars remains hidden. Beguiled by the preacher's psychotic manipulations, the widow takes him into her home as her second husband and a malign father to her vulnerable son and daughter. She longs for companionship and love. He craves only profit.

In the limitless expanse of the cosmos, intelligence need not be confined to water-filled flesh. For every form of imagination, there is an embodiment of it out there in the void. On this world in this system, everything may be uniquely alive, from the rocks to the sandstorms. Journey here to die. Or be reborn.

During the summer of 1968, the Nightland, Incorporated carnival stopped in suburban Pecan Groves, Texas to stage a one-week show. Its performances paralleled a three-man prison escape, the miraculous resurrection of a cherished young boy, and the mysterious appearance of a young lady with a potent pedigree. If the squalor of its Freak Show and the rigged games of its midway are now known only within the faded archives of history, then contemporary society is its primary benefactor and direct ancestor. We see its shadows and hear its echoes everywhere.

Every day, we confront ourselves in mirrors of various shapes and sizes. We stare into them and our reflection stares back. Within these visions, everything about our reflection is backward, opposite, and reversed. Laws of physics prevent one side from emerging into the other, but we all occasionally wonder about life on the other side.

He is an enigma and a genius. He is perhaps the greatest strategist of all time. Unable to relate to his fellow human beings, he relies upon his pieces in rank and file for all his companionship and comfort. While he plays, the bloodiest conflict in history is in an endless state of stalemate. In the end, only a mad genius can save humankind from itself, but the price for victory might be too high to pay.

A ravaged, remnant human population claims the Earth's dismal daylight hours, while bloodthirsty savages rule the night. One aging warrior struggles to take back the darkness. He fights bloodlust with bloodlust, but his most powerful weapon is a terrible one that might turn on him at any moment.

Like an onion, his plan for her conquest is multi-layered and complex. First, he must educate himself, then he must use that education to accumulate wealth. Finally, he must find a way to enter into her life as an equal. In the meantime, he can always jog alongside her in the park, just another stranger on the trail.

A contemporary incarnation of Janus, the two-faced god, Mordrake is not one man, but two, for he lives with a conjoined, parasitic twin. He is both Adonis and demon, gentleman and lunatic. He is Mordrake and Mordrake's Whisper, the former a handsome young gentleman of renown and refinement, and the latter a silent, sinister mask fixed to the back of Mordrake's head.

At five years old, Tiffy is worldly beyond her age. Her disinterested mother and absent father have not wielded much influence in her life, and she roams neighborhood streets at all hours of the day and evening without supervision. Too many children share young Tiffy's lot in life as they drift from apathy to neglect and back again, their little lives lost and void of parental intervention. Too few of them encounter an advocate like Mr. S. Will he go too far to save her?

His nickname at work, where his colleagues avoid him like a plague, is "Mr. Accident". His history is a sordid tale of endless cacophony and disaster. Death follows him like a shadow. Today, he earns his nickname with flare. Few survive their first closeup encounter with Mr. Accident.

One morning on a vacation with this extended family, all bound to watch the patriarch run his first marathon, Mortimer witnesses a terrible crime. He’s no hero. He's retired and has nothing better to do. Run, daddy, run!

He drives a specially modified Snow Cat, shuttling roughnecks to the wildest gas fields on Earth, which are situated along a frozen peninsula in the far northern wastes of Siberia. After a global catastrophe, he is perhaps one of the last men left alive, but he survives with the hope that somehow his young daughter is waiting for him on the far side of the globe. It's the end of the world, but it's not the end of “Lucky Thirteen”.

In a dystopian, apocalyptic future, he is the quintessential survivalist, a heartless loner. The only things that stand between him and death each day are his maxims. He relies on them to manage the violence inherent within a world gone mad, and they are as unforgiving as his soul. Then she comes along.