Chapter 1   

      Maren Kane could barely make out the yellow dividing line a few feet in front of her through the thick, grey valley fog. Her shoulders tensed as she gripped the steering wheel, unsure which direction the narrow country highway would take next. The speed limit sign at 50 in reflective paint seemed a cruel joke.

      Maren was in her fourth year as chief lobbyist at Ecobabe Inc., a start-up specializing in modern, environmentally-friendly toys and games wit. . .

The court erupted with angry shouts of agreement. They were urging an immediate action to have her banished to the wastelands and they were not backing down. There was nothing she could say or do to convince them otherwise as even her husband did not squeak in her defence. She was done for.

Before the sun could set that day, she was escorted out of the kingdom. A crowd gathered in the streets to bid her farewell, and she had a feeling they would be celebrating once she . . .

Porkchops Versus Drumsticks

        Jose Sandoval is the administrator of Strunck R&D. Not a true scientist, though he has a working knowledge of everything from quantum mechanics to bioengineering to all the new fields. Teleportation, regenerative medicine, the works. He’s the uber spread sheet man, a magnum bean counter, and Papa Bear for any number of projects underway at the Labs. His office is tucked into a curve in the Strunck Collider, a 25-mile doughnut of double tub. . .