The radiation-crazed bikers and mutant wildlife are more than enough to keep Martin Stone and his loyal pit bull busy as they search for Stone's missing sister April. But now, Stone's been targeted by an even deadlier enemy--Scalzanni, a psychotic Mafia kingpin who's obsessed with making Stone pa...
A mad priest is spreading a gospel of Hell across America, and Martin Stone--America's last hope for justice and freedom in a lawless and battered land--has come to shut him down. His reason: the priest has kidnapped Stone's sister, and Stone will do anything to bring her to safety.
Martin Stone, a survivor of WW3, finds himself in boot camp with the New American Army led by Gen. George Patton III. After a few missions with the army, Stone finds that the general has plans to make himself dictator of a revived America. Craig Sargeant's series offers a chillingly realistic Ame...
But when his eyes opened with a start to his own frantic failings, Stone saw that he was back in his metal-walled cell and wasn’t smiting anyone. He heard a sound from a corner of the room and was startled for a moment until he remembered that Excaliber was back among the living. And looking his ...
Being attacked by psychotic sports teams was something new even for Stone, who thought he had seen just about everything by now. But that was far from the case, he saw as he came around a curve on the interstate and viewed a sight to freeze any man’s eyeballs. Two immense ...
But the things seemed to be basically functional, and soon they were moving across the recently created desert. They traveled over a good thirty miles of the loose-packed black dirt, the tanks spitting out trails of soot behind them, which rose like the waste of a chemical plant. At last the depo...
Animals writhed in pain everywhere, their coats of fur or scales, feathers or hides, all burned and smoking as if splashed with acid. Bald patches dotted them, beneath which the skin was red and oozing. Many of their eyes had been melted from the acid rains so that just an...
Stone couldn’t sleep a wink as every chirp, every rustling in the branches or on the ground sent surges of adrenaline into his system in quantities that could be bottled. Stone was annoyed to see that after about half an hour of growling and making general bestial noises from the far side of the ...
was painted on a gigantic wooden sign that stood over the entrance to the four-acre plot that Undertaker had cleared with his own hands of every branch, rock, and corpse-eating groundhog. If not flat, the cemetery, which was fenced in all around with low stone walls, at least had the look of a re...