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Thirty-year-old Vern Sanger and 35-year-old Reed Haskell are taking a trip down Hell's Interstate. Where they are going, they have no idea, but they are distributing death and destruction all along their way. Vern, an escaped convict, and Reed, a cold-blooded murderer, are living on the proceeds of their ongoing, two-man crime wave. So far, so good, but there are forces at work that Vern cannot even begin to fathom or suspect. It's only a matter of time before Hell's Interstate turns the bend and leads him down a path he certainly never expected to travel.

Famous novelist Rhys Carter loved to take long walks through his beech tree forest. It was relaxing, and the walks helped him think through the writer's block that oft times visited him while working on a novel. Today though, was different. This time he had been following the smell and sight of a stream of smoke coming from his woods. What had brought him here today was the need to find the source of the smoke. Where it led him was to something he had never seen before.

Stu Morgan had a dream he shared with his best friend and former business partner, Ed Jones. Now retired from their Sasquatch expedition business, they would have all the time they needed to find Marcus Marshall's lost Glory Hole Mine, a gold mine lost since Marcus himself disappeared in 1877. Stu had a good idea where the mine might be, and, after many trips to Horse Tooth Mountain, he and Ed finally found the adit leading into what they hoped would be the Glory Hole. As it turned out, it was exactly that, and so much more.

A stately Victorian mansion built by the Reverend Michael Mariah Taylor in 1880, its living room floors stained with the blood of at least 19 people, has just been purchased by Wade and Anne Robinson. Wade, a rehabber, has purchased the manse as a fixer-upper, an investment property he hopes to flip at a large profit, as soon as the rehab is completed. What Wade was not told when he purchased the property from the TRI Group was the violent history of the manse.

In the beginning Charlie McVee wanted nothing more from life than to raise a family in his suburban Cincinnati home, write his novels, and find time to go hiking with his wife, Annie. Two hundred miles of the Appalachian Trail awaited them down in Tennessee, beckoning them come and see it firsthand. What they found in a remote area of the mountains, off the beaten track, was a small town virtually unknown to the outside world....

Henry Kellogg was a simple man who enjoyed hiking in his Shawnee Forest and working on web projects for his clients. Then one day, while out hiking the top of Limestone Gap, he found Keyawa, a Wauami Indian, and Keyawa was injured and in need of help. But the help Keyawa needed was not to be rescued from the ledge he had fallen to, as Henry had thought upon finding him there. Keyawa needed help dying, and in order to do so, he needed a successor to the Gift of the Egg.

What is it that drives a man from the light and into the dark? What force has the ability to take a man from sound of mind to muddled and confused in less than a year's time? Nick Hines wishes he knew because he has just completed the trip from husband and family man to convicted wife killer, child killer, and suspect in the investigation into the accidents that took his own two children's lives. In less time than it takes to wean a puppy, Nick has gone from sane to crazy, unable to distinguish fantasy from reality.

Thirty-four years have passed since Kevin Reynolds perpetrated the most heinous crime the citizens of Carver, Montana had ever witnessed in their small, alpine community. Now, Kevin's great nephew, Mitch, has found a bundle of old letters written by Kevin to his father in 2001, the year of Kevin's execution. His curiosity piqued, Mitch has recruited two of his good friends to hike up to the Blind Valley caldera and scout out the scene of the crimes of 1969 and to try to find the hidden cave where the old mountain man, Sam Elliott, once lived.

Marlin Goldburg, a 40-year-old Jewish realtor living in the United States, is killed in a terrible traffic accident. Later that day, in Sarsarif, Iraq, Abdul-Halim is blessed with the birth of his first son, whom he names Badr. What can the two events have in common? As the years go by, Badr is taught at home, hate for the rich American Jews that finance Israel's existence in Arab lands.

Twenty-one year old Tom Jewett has embarked on a new career. His new job as a cub journalist with the Traber Herald sends him and his wife, Sally, to Traber, Colorado, the birthplace of Tom's great grandfather. Almost immediately after settling into their new Victorian fixer-upper, Tom's dreams begin. But, are these dreams of an old room decorated with antiques and dimly lit with kerosene lamps -- simply dreams? Maybe, just maybe, the room does exist.

On the east face of the Canyon del Río Hondo, there is an ancient cave known to the Mescal Indians as Moon Cave. It is a sacred place to the Mescal, used for the Ceremony of the Ancients, a ceremony performed every five years, rewarding the five most honored braves for their bravery and honesty. The ceremony must take place in Moon Cave because that is where the great medicine man, Owan-atan, created the magic.

On Friday, June 21, Detective Simon Farge, chief investigator with the Plainsland Police Department's Missing Persons Division, opened an envelope, addressed in pencil and bearing no return address. The content of the envelope was a short letter, also written in pencil, on three-hole notebook paper. The handwriting appeared to be that of a child, still learning the art of cursive, and of course, unsigned. The note was short and to the point. "Dear Mr. Farge, Look for Sally Morgan in Overland Park in a trailer by the lake."

Have you ever wondered if the Bermuda Triangle is for real or just a place of unlikely mishaps? The citizens of Fordyce, New Mexico, have often wondered that about their Sonoma Quadrant. No airplanes have ever disappeared in the quadrant. No ships have ever disappeared there either, for the quadrant, as close as anyone has been able to determine, is a 36 square mile area in the middle of a desolate desert area known as the Sonoma.

What if the Bible were not complete? What if something existed, so beneficial to mankind that it had been intentionally omitted in order to protect its existence through complete secrecy? What if there were a place named Father Mountain, and within it, Ahveen? What if there were Guardians? Jim Preston and Red Porter, 20-year-old workers at Miller Foundry in Rockaway, Illinois, are about to find out the answers to all these questions - high on a mountain in a remote region of northwestern Colorado.