Nevada Novels & Stories

As the taxi drove Vanessa into the famous town of Las Vegas she didn't imagine she was about to enter a twenty-four-hour party. But that's exactly what she was about to experience. As she crossed the dry Nevada desert and topped the last bare hill, she couldn't believe the sight that was right before her very eyes. Everywhere she looked she saw flashing fluorescent lights, buildings that seemed to touch the sky, people walking the entire length of the Vegas strip, taxis and buses speeding and so much more. The driver pulled up at the hotel north of the strip in Las Vegas.

“So you have something to say?” “Nevada Inc just sent an email. They want us to be their sole marketer and consultant!” She screamed. “Nervada?” I tried to jiggle my memory. “Wait! Nevada!” I remembered. It was a startup, quite alright, but they were really big. And already had branches in over twenty countries. “For their branch here in Mount Leigh?” I asked her. It was gonna be such a big deal managing a big company like that. From the little digging Freda and I did, we discovered that they were going into a lot of things. They had a real estate arm, dealt with high steel and aluminum, and a host of other stuff.

The border was marked by nothing more than a series of obsidian-colored monoliths, but to the nervous system, it was a cliff. Elias and Sarah Miller, along with their seven-year-old daughter, Mia, stood at the edge of the "Graft-Line" in the high desert of eastern Nevada. Behind them, the air was a soft, shimmering violet, thick with the scent of ozone and crushed herbs—the "Resonance" of the Sombra-Net. Ahead, the air was dry, dusty, and stubbornly clear.

He gave her an amused look. Iris looked flustered. “Why? Is it a desert?” He dipped his chin in a nod. “Well, sort of desert, but it’s a sinner’s paradise, a major hub around here. Can you guess the place?” Iris chewed her lip as she considered the hints – desert, sinner’s paradise, hub. “I see. Well, Nevada is a desert if we’re heading there. And Vegas is Sin City. So are we off to Las Vegas?”

I asked, stepping closer to the desk, my voice trembling. "He’s been off the grid for twenty years," Vance said. "Living like a ghost. But bad habits die hard. He has a weakness for vintage motorcycles. He registered a 1948 Indian Chief last week in Nevada. A desolate stretch of the Mojave Desert. Sunset Haven RV Park, Trailer 4B." "Nevada," Cole repeated, his eyes darting to the map on the wall. "That’s a four-hour flight. Or a five-hour drive from Vegas."

We drive for days, leaving the misty redwoods of Santa Crus and heading into the dry, dusty deserts of Nevada. Pale scrub brush the color of my straw blonde hair stretches out in all directions, waving in the desert wind. Then we hit the cliffs and canyons of Idaho, spending one night in Twin Falls, where we fall asleep to the heavy roar of the waterfall just outside our cabin room.

He nods. They sit in the kitchen in the Silver Hollow night, with the map in the other room on Kai's bedside table and the compass rose in the upper right corner pointing in every direction including home, and outside the Halverson Building the city conducts its complicated real life in the dark, and the water in the pipes has been clean for six weeks, and the registry meets on Tuesdays, and in northern Nevada a valley holds eleven people and a creek that has been running since before any of them were born. She closes the third notebook.

Greg leans in a little closer, “Next stop…” I smile, “Las Vegas.” The engines roar to life, and the plane surges forward. My stomach flips as the ground disappears. And just like that, we are on our way to Las Vegas, Nevada.

Leon and Williams were standing as Matt sat down. "Morning guys, we have a special job for you today," Williams chuckled and I looked at Leon. "Because we're a new team, superintendent Williams." Leon stopped, chuckling with her. "And me obviously, thought we should do some bonding," he burst out laughing, looking at her. "This is fucking cheese you know that ma'am?" "I do, continue." "We're going to the tactical training village," Leon rolled his eyes.