Religious Apocalyptic

In 2095, becoming and being a parent is complicated but eliminating grandchildren is profitable. Bud Lee believes he has proof that his boss is plotting to decide Earth's fate by recruiting surrogate children into a think tank named The Club. Only one other agrees to help him, a ghostwriter more convinced that computers control him, Bud, and everyone else. Family relationships are anything but pleasant for the unlikely pair because of expectations placed upon them, so exposing a conspiracy, no matter how far-fetched, is welcome relief from the constraints of a micro-managed existence. Their...

The only thing anyone wants to talk about lately is the stupid virus that’s making people sick around the globe. But 13-year-old Lizzy Tilbrook has bigger things on her mind, like winning her class presidency. It’s the first stepping stone in her plan to get into Yale. Then she’ll capture the title of Atlanta’s top lawyer. Lizzy doesn’t need friends to do that—she needs voters. She’ll do anything to win them over and take down her rival. The new pandemic is just a speed bump along the way. Or so she thinks.

In the year 2250, water is scarce, and those who control it control everything. Sixteen-year-old Luca has struggled with this truth, and what it means, his entire life. As the son of the Deliverer, he will one day have to descend to the underground Aquifer each year and negotiate with the reportedly ratlike miners who harvest the world’s fresh water.

Forty days. That’s how long it’s been since the largest solar storm ever observed, now referred to as Helios, decimated modern civilization and released a polarizing nervous disorder into the human population. For diurnals like Joel McConnell and his odd assortment of guests, it means an all-out effort at self-sufficient living and keeping the local nocturnal population from stealing everything they produce. With military law enforcement busy saving terrorized citizens from the cadaverous remains of large cities, rural suburbanites such as Joel’s clan find they must fend for ...

Eighty days post-Helios and things are looking hopeful. If you are a ruthless gangster trying to take control of the gasoline trade, things are looking hopeful. If you seek transportation and don’t mind traveling in an antique coal-burning choo-choo or a creaking World War 2 plane, things are looking hopeful. If you are a former Supreme Court clerk and want your old job back in the first city to boast a rebuilt power-grid, things are looking hopeful. If you are Joel McConnell and want to surprise your girlfriend with a marriage proposal, complete with an impromptu honeymoon which happens ...