A Reign of Thunder (Second Edition)
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Cooper "Coup" Black--yes, yes, just like the font--has a couple problems. Well, who doesn't? For one, his book deal has fallen through, leading him to do something, well, unfortunate. To his publisher. Two, he's picked up a hitchhiker--a hot, young (too young; as in half his age) available hitchhiker, whom he doesn't really know what to do with. And three, he's 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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He squeezed her shoulders and gently moved her aside, peering out the window, peering into the rain. “I don’t 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—”
“That’s them! That’s their eyes,” said Tess—as Ashley stepped forward to calm her. “They, like, glow or something. Like that borealis in the sky. They’re right there, Coup!”
“No ...” he said, in a kind of drawl, “No, these are flashing. Some of them are headlights—I’m sure of it. There, behind the electrical pylons—coming closer. Look,”
She looked, no longer seeing the—well, let’s have out with it, she thought, the dinosaurs, and saw instead a line of what indeed appeared to be headlamps—preceded by flashing blue lights—winding along a road she hadn’t even known was there, coming toward them through the rain.
“Might be the cavalry,” said Elliott, sounding excited—a 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 black—followed by one more cycle.
“I’ll be goddamned,” said Rory. “But that’s 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 Loreto—did you know that? It was all over the news today. I mean, just before—”
“No way,” said the tank commander—Bo. “It’s too small, for one.” He wiped the glass, which was beginning to fog. “The Presidential motorcade numbers, I don’t know, like, forty vehicles, at least, most of them specialty rigs. Look, there’s not even a decoy.”
“Maybe it’s 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 limo’s fenders proceeded to droop—but not before it had become obvious what they were: the flag of the United States of America and the Presidential Seal—at which Rory could only shake his head, saying, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“But there’s more,” said Tess, yanking away from Ashley, locking eyes with everyone who was close. “Because it looks like they’re going to fuel up. And whether you believe me or not—I’m telling you: there’s something out there. Several somethings, as I said.”
“Jesus, we’ve got to warn them,” said Elliott, even as Coup shoved against the door—and found it to be jammed.
Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Wayne Kyle Spitzer (born July 15, 1966) is an American author and low-budget horror filmmaker from Spokane, Washington. He is the writer/director of the short horror film, Shadows in the Garden, as well as the author of Flashback, an SF/horror novel published in 1993. Spitzer's non-genre writing has appeared in subTerrain Magazine: Strong Words for a Polite Nation and Columbia: The Magazine of Northwest History. His recent fiction includes The Ferryman Pentalogy, consisting of Comes a Ferryman, The Tempter and the Taker, The Pierced Veil, Black Hole, White Fountain, and To the End of Ursathrax, as well as The X-Ray Rider Trilogy and a screen adaptation of Algernon Blackwood’s The Willows.
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A Reign of Thunder (Second Edition) - Wayne Kyle Spitzer
A REIGN OF THUNDER
Second Edition
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Wayne Kyle Spitzer
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Other Tales of the Flashback
Flashback
Flashback Dawn
Thunder Lizard Road
Raptors on a Plane
The Drive-in That Time Forgot
The Ank Williams Story
And Let Loose the Beasts of Prey
Flashback Twilight
Urban Decay
Burn
Elegy
The Low Rumble of Distant Thunder
‘Dog’ is a Palindrome
The Elephant Slayer
The Return
The Big Empty
The Dreaming City
The Primeval World
The Devil’s Triangle
Mesozoic Knights
The Road
The Wine Dark Earth
The Fields Tinged with Red
In the Forests of the Night
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A REIGN OF THUNDER
I
It happened pow, like that. One minute he’d been blasting through the Arizona desert and listening to Martha and the Vandellas sing Heat Wave
on the Mustang’s AM radio, and the next he was pulling over, rumbling to a stop on the shoulder of State Route 87 and idling in place as the good-looking hitchhiker jogged to catch up with him.
Man, am I glad to see you,
she panted, opening the door—then froze, suddenly, examining the cab, peering into the backseat. No body parts in that cooler? No murder weapons?
Only these,
He held up his hands. "Registered as deadly weapons in fifty states. And Puerto Rico."
Is that so?
She laughed, appearing relieved, then climbed in and shut the door. So where you headed, Deadly Hands?
New Mexico. Albuquerque.
That’ll do.
She took one of his hands and examined it. Nah, these are too pretty.
She traced his fingers, studying them. A dentist’s, maybe. Or a lab technician.
When he didn’t say anything, she added: No? Something creative, then. Nebulous. An artist, maybe. Or a photographer.
He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, unsure whether he was getting creeped out by her touch and directness—or a hard-on. He glanced her up and down quickly: the slender figure, the long, dark hair—the brown eyes like a doe in heat. Definitely a hard-on. Look, I—
"A writer, I think, she said, suddenly, and let go of his hand.
Ha! Am I warm?"
He opened his mouth to speak but closed it immediately, seeing only Heller and the office at 123 Wilshire Blvd—the cheap suit, the shit-eating grin—his hard-on withering like a prune in September.
No,
he said at last, gripping the gearshift, pushing in the clutch. You’re cold. Cold as fucking Pluto.
And then they were moving, crossing the rumble strip and picking up speed, the engine growling, leaping up, the sweltering sun beating down, as she looked at him, curiously, quizzically, and he tried to ignore her. As the mercury in the little thermometer on the dash topped 90 degrees—and kept climbing.
So what’s your story?
she asked, shouting over the wind and the radio, which was too loud, too tinny. He turned it down.
My story?
He laughed. I’m not the one who was hitchhiking through the Sonoran Desert.
She smiled self-deprecatingly. "Yeah, there is that. She hung her head back so that her dark hair billowed out the window.
I was at an artist’s colony—the Desert Muse. She smiled again, bitterly, it seemed.
Or the Desert Ruse, as I call it. Ever heard of it?"
He shook his head.
Yeah, well, it’s where a bunch of grad students hang out with their professors for a week and study the fine arts. You know, like how to out-snark the other pimply kids … or fuck your professor.
He glanced at her sidelong, raising an eyebrow.
Okay, so maybe not fuck him. But definitely give him something to think about. You know, like when he’s handing out teaching internships.
He nodded slowly, exaggeratedly. Ah.
Ah. So I just bugged out. I didn’t want to play anymore. And now I’m heading home. Back to Miami.
He drove, listening, the wind buffeting his hair, which was graying at the temples. She couldn’t have been more than, say, what? Twenty-five? Twenty-six? Yeah? And?
And that’s all you get. At least until I know something about you. Your name, for instance.
He accelerated, he wasn’t sure why, focusing on the road. Cooper,
he said, finally. Cooper Black. But, please, call me ‘Coup’—everyone does.
"Cooper—Coup. Black? Cooper Black? Like the font?"
Just like the font.
Well, that’s different.
She fell silent for a moment, watching the scenery pass. I’m Tess, by the way. Tess Baker.
She added, Please. Go on.
Cooper only exhaled. "No, no, no, that’s it. I was just coming back from L.A. when I saw