Three women struggle to live in a dystopian war-ravaged future where the world’s female population has been decimated by a pandemic. The few remaining females are rounded up and made to serve in ‘breeding chambers’ to produce children. With very few females available to meet the desires of men a breed of transgender women known as Comfort Girls takes their place. But all is not as it seems and an anti-establishment revolutionary suspect they know why and they intend to do something about it.
In a world where magic and industry collide, a reborn man finds a mysterious Black Stone glowing with forbidden golden light. Armed with modern knowledge, he turns coins into weapons, laundromats into empires, and federal agents into pawns. He doesn’t want to rule the world. He wants the world to need him. The only sin is playing small.
This is a domestic terrorist, Tom Clancy or Robert Patterson-style story. I started writing this story in July 2001, and I stopped on 9/11, and it's been languishing in my Zombie file ever since. I don't know if I'll ever get back to it. but I wanted to share it with you,
Craig Smalls - an annoying, unimportant, useless piece of dog shit on the bottom of your shoe. But even smalltime crims deserve a defence, especially with a mother like he had.