The world stopped turning long before Megan was born. Ever since the Visitors split the moon and stilled the Earth, permanent sunset is all anyone has known. But now, riding her trusty steed Cisco, joined by her posse, Kelly and Luis, Megan is on the run from her Texas hometown, journeying across the vast, dystopic American West to hunt down her father. To find him, she must face the Zone, a notorious landscape where the laws of nature do not apply. The desert can play deadly tricks on the mind, and the quest will push Megan past her limits. But to solve the mystery of not just her missing father but of the paralyzed planet itself, she must survive it--and an alien showdown.
Philp Webb works as a "user experience consultant," helping his clients bridge the gap between technology and humanity. He has a computer science degree and a masters in human computer interaction. He lives with his family in West London.
- ! "From WHERE THE ROCK SPLITS THE SKY
He locks the door and leads us through
empty corridors, past steel bar gates to a windowless cell. There is not another
soul in the place. He gestures for me and Luis to sit on the swing-down bed. His
face shines in the buttery glow of a single oil lamp.
\t\"Where are your deputies,
Sheriff?\" I ask.
\tHe does not answer. A quiet fury underlies his gaze. I glance
at Luis, wondering if we have made a mistake in coming here.
\t\"Put your head
\tHe puts his hand roughly on my forehead and thumbs my
eyelid back so I cannot blink. Luis jumps up, but the Sheriff reaches for his gun
with a swiftness that takes my breath away.
\t\"Take it easy, son. I ain't itching
to see more blood spilled today.\" He says it quietly, without a fuss.
me like this, gazing into my eyeball till it starts to stream. Then he lets go and
slumps back against the wall of the cell, apparently calm again. I know what he's
thinking -- that I am one of the Visitors, one who has stolen human form to walk
\t\"You think we're abductee?\" Luis breathes.
\t\"I ain't taking
\tIt is clear, though, that he suspects only me.
the sign?\" I ask. \"How do you know I am not one of them?\"
\t\"Gold in the
eyes,\" the Sheriff mutters. \"Like fire. Sometimes bright as a match flaring, sometimes
just a glint. And sometimes it slips away for a while. But you wait long enough,
it always comes back.\"
\tHe stares at me a while longer, deep in thought, before
holstering his gun at last."