Crystal is back and people have been bad...
Five years after the events leading to the worse party every, 'The New Age Rage' which left thousands of people in the desert without food or water, events have continued to unfold unknown to the sleep little town of Marysfield.
The world governments agreed to bury the facts concerning the events that surrounded Marysfield. The problem with conspiracies to conceal data is, truth never goes away. Information is the most potent weapon in the modern age.
Marysfield had prospered over the previous five years. Trevor’s family had grown, and his business had become enormously profitable. Little did he know dark forces had spent the quiet years gathering strength preparing for the day when they could let their presence be known. A storm was quickly approaching the earth. What would be the government’s response? How will the individuals of the planet react to the upcoming dark days? How will the population survive a “Darkness at Midday?”
Join the inhabitants of the growing town of Marysfield Texas as they deal with an Alien Encounter of unknown origin. Travel around the world with a small group of individuals prepare for the coming darkness. Who will survive?
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / Space OperaI have over 30 books published in several SF/F sub-genres; I would like to increase my international readership.
The day began quietly enough, one of those hotter than hell days when horny toads looked for any shade possible. Noon in June along the Mexican border can be dangerous, just from the heat. Throw in the drug runners and the Coyotes, it becomes deadly.
Most people who lived in the area were aware of the simple fact: a person should not travel between the southernmost U.S. towns and the northernmost Mexican cities. The government of Mexico did what it could to protect travelers, but the highways were full of ‘toll’ stops with banditos doing what they must to make a living.
On one of those roads running through the Sierra Madre Mountains, approximately a hundred miles south of Marysfield, the Olson family was about to become the victim of one of those toll stops.
They drove south on Mexico Federal Highway 16, through the Cañón y Sierra del Pegüis. The Olson family from Minnesota was headed south to Mazatlán on their summer vacation, piloting a thirty-six-foot motorhome through the winding canyon roads.
“Honey, can you turn the AC colder? I am sweltering over here,” Missus Olson said.
“It’s on low now. It should cool down the higher we go, are the kids still sleeping in the back?” replied Mister Olson.
Turning around to check, and catching sight of two pairs of feet dangling off sofas in the middle of the rig, she said, “Looks like it.”
Julian and Julia, the Olson’s adopted twins, weren’t asleep. Both played possum with headphones on, listening to Christian music.
As they came around a blind corner, they met upon a semi-official looking roadblock. Camouflage four-bys with twelve men, armed with automatic weapons, blocked the road.
Having no choice but to stop, Mister Olson tried to look reassuringly at his wife as he slowed.
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