In the time of no time, in a year without number, a Chukchi shaman sees a vision in smoke. It causes him to tremble.
A hot young lawyer in heels and hose daydreaming about her playtime, a professor and his brood on an overdue vacation, a former star running back pushing sporting goods, a big rig driver on a last chance run—accidental travelers are sharing the same road in their ordinary lives. They aren’t going where they think. Soon they will share a nightmare.
In the Oregon backwoods, survivalist crazies swing pickaxes and sledges, hammering out their cave in the foothills. They go too far. Now there is something wheeling above them in the darkening sky. Something terrible.
On a godforsaken twisting strip of Oregon blacktop, the travelers are converging. A long-haul truck driver haunted by the bottle is trying his damnedest to stay dry. Somehow a young school girl is there like a vision in his rearview mirror, dropped into his personal circle of hell. The slick foggy road is climbing.
The nightmare is dropping from the cloud. It picks out motion, senses blood.
Kill, it knows. Nothing on that road will be the same. Kill. There is a shuddering drum beat of wings. The last chance run for all the travelers is only beginning.
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About the Author
Richard Sanford came of age in the sixties in a small town in the Deep South suspended in time and haunted with stories. In Chicago, he was an editor of Banyan Press, which published and hosted readings by Charles Wright, Sandra Cisneros, Galway Kinnell, and many others. He is the author of four published novels, poetry, short stories, and a play. Today he makes his home in the Pacific Northwest, east of Seattle. Novels • Ring of Stars • Long Time Gone • Roadkill • The Calling
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