Arcadian's Asylum (Deathlands Series #92)
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Arcadian's Asylum (Deathlands Series #92)

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by James Axler
     
 

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The brutality of post-nuclear America has spawned a dark frontier where the harsh and unforgiving new rules of existence cannot obliterate the decency and determination that drive the true human spirit. It's tested and tormented but never destroyed.

A lust for power and a strong sec-force are the basic requirements of any Deathlands baron. But brilliant,

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The brutality of post-nuclear America has spawned a dark frontier where the harsh and unforgiving new rules of existence cannot obliterate the decency and determination that drive the true human spirit. It's tested and tormented but never destroyed.

A lust for power and a strong sec-force are the basic requirements of any Deathlands baron. But brilliant, charismatic Baron Eugene Arcadian has bigger visions than simply a monopoly on jack and trade. He wants the future. Turning his ville into the nascent heartbeat of the new civilization would require the help of Ryan Cawdor and his warrior group. But for these unwilling participants, the endgame of their enigmatic host remains hidden in the secret maze of laboratories beneath Arcady, where a new terror is about to be reborn….

In the Deathlands, always watch your back.

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ISBN-13:
9780373626021
Publisher:
Harlequin
Publication date:
05/11/2010
Series:
Deathlands Series , #92
Pages:
315
Product dimensions:
4.30(w) x 6.76(h) x 0.82(d)

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Arcadian's Asylum (Deathlands Series #92) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
James Gooch More than 1 year ago
Highly recommend
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Oh my gosh. OH. MY. GOSH.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
WHo is seb confuzing
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Over the next two days, Seb helped me secretly get in touch with the most dangerous prisoners. Most of them were unintelligent, making it easy to persuade them to join me. A few were stubborn, including a wisened-up nineteen-year-old named Michael. He was probably the most short-tempered man in his cell block. <br> "C'mon Mike, we need you. The guards are scared of you! Why don't you take this opportunitiy to fight back?" I spoke through the door that he had just slammed in my face. <br> "For the last da<_>mn time, no!" He replied. <br> I heard footsteps and ducked into an empty room. I looked out and saw Dr. Straucter walking down the hall, wearing a long black leather coat. Ugh, just seeing him gives me the creeps. <br> He stopped and looked around, then continued walking. A close call on my part. <br> Word of an escape plan had spread through the Asylum like wildfire. Pretty soon, everyone was trying to contact me to get in on it. Every Saturday, we would be sent to the workshop in cell blocks to work on making things that the guards used to patch up broken utilities. Whenever the guard wasn't paying attention, I would sharpen the edges of a piece of metal and bring it to a tip. I would then walk down to the next inmate that needed a weapon and give it to them, telling them to shov it in their wasteband. <br> Two weeks later, the stage was set. Everyone was armed. The attack was planned to go down at lunch, when the entire prison was let out, except for the ones living in the Ratway. <br> During a recent workshop, I had left to use the bathroom and stuffed a screwdriver in my pocket. I snuck into the cafeteria and loosened the bolts on the supports for the guards' walkway. <br> Things went as usual, I sat with Seb and Ricky. It's funny how when you're in school, the lunchroom is always so loud. But here, no one barely made a sound except for an occasional cough or sneeze, but today it was deathly quiet. The plan had been to attack when the guard that routinely patrolled the lunchroom passed by me, I would take my metal tray and smack him with it. I finished my food quickly and picked up the tray. Eveyone's eyes were on me, well, all except the guards. <br> Now! Right as the guard passed from my left I grabbed the edge of my tray, swung around and struck him in the face, the gnarled edge ripping his eyes out. Everyone jumped into action. Dozens of peope pulled on the catwalk supports before the guards had time to react, dumping them into the crowd. I watched horrified as half a dozen inmates repeatedly stabbed a guard as he squirmed on the ground, screaming. <br> I picked up the baton that the guard I had attacked dropped and made my way towards the door. Thing were about to get really out of hand. <br> All the guards must have had their attention on the ravaged cafeteria because I had a clean shot straight to the surface elevator. <br> "Free again," I told myself as the light hit my pale skin. "Free again." <br> Then I realized I had one more face-off. Get ready, Guardian, 'cause here I come.
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