Imagine waking up to a world where you discover that everything has changed, and you quickly realize that nothing will ever be the same again. Raine's new world is quiet, it's mysterious, and it's dangerous. He has irrepressible forces drawing him away from all that he knows to a destination he's never imagined, with problems and adventures at every turn. The story is full of unpredictable twists and turns that will never leave you bored, will often make you laugh, and allows you to step back from real world issues for a while. This cliffhanger is only the first in a series of books - several due out in 2020. Excerpts: An hour later Raine had panicked, calmed, then panicked again. There was no one in the house. The electricity was out. The Wi-fi was out. He Could Not Find His Phone! He could have sworn there was a dark outline in the curtains, but his double-take revealed only ordinary drapes. Stop imagining zombies! He told himself firmly as he kicked the bike into gear. The relief of leaving was palpable. A guttural, "AAAAAAHHHHHH!" escaped him and he lost his footing. He fell back and was just hanging on by the handle to the door like some comically tragic rag doll. The motor scooter wasn't very fast. Right now it seemed to be going at the relative speed of flowing molasses. He needed to get a motorcycle with more power. There are people still here, he thought. And he might need to get away from them. "None alive," she whispered and her face grew dark. He opened his mouth to ask, but she quickly shook her head. With the engine of the machine still roaring, Raine heard a word. Someone said, very clearly: Scared! Raine flipped ever-so-slowly up into the air and landed solidly on his back. He could barely breathe, but there was no doubt about it. The bird was laughing. "Wow! He's adorable!" Debra exclaimed in her regular vernacular. "Danged varmint thinks he's my pet!" Jacob said as if he minded, then he grinned, "I call him Moochie," Jacob reached a sleepy arm out and put a kind, comforting hand on his younger brother. Bird's feathers look unkempt. "S'okay, Cabe." Jacob wearily told his sibling. "Wake up an' it'll be over." "Look," he said, pointing to the ground. "What?" he asked, confused. "Those are footprints," explained Jacob. "So?" Raine wondered, but a growing lump in the pit of his gut told him he didn't want to hear the answer. "They ain't ours," he replied candidly. The only damper for Raine was he kept hearing and seeing things. Jacob seemed jumpy as well. Debra's gaze reared like an attacking tiger toward Raine. Her shoulders squared and grew wider and her neck seemed to lengthen. He moaned inwardly. This was not going to end well.