Nevada Novels & Stories

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.

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.

16: when it fucking snows, it fucking pours. What comes during the rain, the lightning and the thunder and after,- -well seldomly a rainbow but often the sun comes out. But that’s not always the case. Darkness. ~ Telluride, San Miguel County wasnt your regular town which made Zachary wonder what exactly his mother aaw in here and what she was up to. Zachary had passed out behind the seat with his feet folded, which was probably numb right now and he wasnt even awake to cross the boundary.

Out the windows I could see the sun beginning to set, hazy behind the layer of fog surrounding the town. The door to the station opened and I looked up to see Genevieve entering. I stood, moving towards her into her outstretched arms. "I heard the news," she said. "Are you okay?" "No," I said. "I need to ask you a few things." "Alright." "Where's Nova?" "At the neighbor's house."

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Joey says to me and I answer with a sharp nod before digging into the sweet-smelling food. A few minutes into the meal, I try to make conversation, “What part of Zorah are you guys from? I don’t know much about the geography of the place but I’d still like to know.” Thea answers first, as usual, “Well I’m from Corva, the trade capital, and so is West.” “I’m from Doran, a small, quiet place. And you?” Joey asks. “My mom’s from Orion so I guess I can say I’m from there too.” I answer.

Nandru eased himself onto the fainting sofa that he’d brought with his from the old country. Hidden in the Big Horn Mountains, not far from Tonopah, his den made it easy for him to govern the vampire kingdom in Arizona, as well southern California, lower Utah, and all of New Mexico. He’d recently been approached to take over Nevada, a state that had always been immune from governing vampires while Wadim had reigned over the city of Las Vegas.