9781005874575_

Cooper Coup Black--yes, yes, just like the font--has a couple problems. Well, who doesnt? For one, his book deal has fallen through, leading him to do something, well, unfortunate. To his publisher. Two, hes picked up a hitchhiker--a hot, young (too young; as in half his age) available hitchhiker, whom he doesnt really know what to do with. And three, hes in the wrong place at the wrong time--as in a truck-stop on the Mexican border ... surrounded by shadowy predators. More, it soon becomes evident that something is at work to reverse time itself; something which makes people vanish--seemingly at random--and ancient trees to appear out of nowhere. Something against which Coup, Tess, an unravelling President of the United States, and others, will make their final stand.

From A Reign of Thunder:

He squeezed her shoulders and gently moved her aside, peering out the window, peering into the rain. I dont see anything, he said, even as the others joined them, crowding around the glass. Just a bunch of gas pumps and some vehicles. He stiffened suddenly. Wait. There is something. Lights

Thats them! Thats their eyes, said Tessas Ashley stepped forward to calm her. They, like, glow or something. Like that borealis in the sky. Theyre right there, Coup!

No he said, in a kind of drawl, No, these are flashing. Some of them are headlightsIm sure of it. There, behind the electrical pylonscoming closer. Look,

She looked, no longer seeing thewell, lets have out with it, she thought, the dinosaurs, and saw instead a line of what indeed appeared to be headlampspreceded by flashing blue lightswinding along a road she hadnt even known was there, coming toward them through the rain.

Might be the cavalry, said Elliott, sounding exciteda notion that was quickly dashed when the modest number of vehicles became clear: two police motorcycles followed by a black limousine and a sport-utility vehicle, also blackfollowed by one more cycle.

Ill be goddamned, said Rory. But thats a motorcade. Like the kind you see in the local parade.

Regular Apocalypse Day Cavalcade, said Coup.

Jesus, the President, blurted Carson. He was golfing at Rancho Loretodid you know that? It was all over the news today. I mean, just before

No way, said the tank commanderBo. Its too small, for one. He wiped the glass, which was beginning to fog. The Presidential motorcade numbers, I dont know, like, forty vehicles, at least, most of them specialty rigs. Look, theres not even a decoy.

Maybe its been disappeared, said Ashley.

Yeah, like those drivers on State Route 87, said Elliott.

And then the vehicles were there, they were pulling up under the huge pump canopy, and the flags on the limos fenders proceeded to droopbut not before it had become obvious what they were: the flag of the United States of America and the Presidential Sealat which Rory could only shake his head, saying, Youve got to be fucking kidding me.

But theres more, said Tess, yanking away from Ashley, locking eyes with everyone who was close. Because it looks like theyre going to fuel up. And whether you believe me or notIm telling you: theres something out there. Several somethings, as I said.

Jesus, weve got to warn them, said Elliott, even as Coup shoved against the doorand found it to be jammed.

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Cooper "Coup" Black--yes, yes, just like the font--has a couple problems. Well, who doesnt? For one, his book deal has fallen through, leading him to do something, well, unfortunate. To his publisher. Two, hes picked up a hitchhiker--a hot, young (too young; as in half his age) available hitchhiker, whom he doesnt really know what to do with. And three, hes in the wrong place at the wrong time--as in a truck-stop on the Mexican border ... surrounded by shadowy predators. More, it soon becomes evident that something is at work to reverse time itself; something which makes people vanish--seemingly at random--and ancient trees to appear out of nowhere. Something against which Coup, Tess, an unravelling President of the United States, and others, will make their final stand.

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Wayne Kyle Spitzer