Nevada Novels & Stories

"This whole section needs replacing. We can work down the line." "Okay." Nate followed the foreman's cues. They used a sledgehammer on the boards that were rotten or loose, then Nate held the new section while Nakos nailed them in place. They got a few done before Nate spoke again. "Where's the reservation?" "Between here and the Thunder Basin National Grasslands." Nakos pointed due north. "Arapaho tribe." Nate had never heard of it. He and Justin had served with a guy who was part Cherokee, but that was the extent of Nate's knowledge on Native Americans. "What's that phrase you say to Olivia every morning?"

“Dreams are sweet, my son… but don’t let them carry you where your body can’t return from.Tunde stood, adjusting his gloves. “I’ll be back by sunset—with enough for medicine this time. Maybe even a little extra for yams.”He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Go safe. And sing something when you dig. It keeps the rocks from falling.” (smiling)“I always do.” He stepped outside, the sun already baking the cracked streets of the Ruins. Ahead, beyond the haze, the Adrium quarry shimmered like a silver wound in the earth. And far beyond that, like a mirage of heaven, the Citadel gleamed against the sky, daring him to dream.

Leo nodded to Nick and Anthony and they nodded back before taking off after them. Once she got in the realm, she ignored all the looks she was getting and let Jochelo lead her to ändu. Anna's husband saw them from afar and feeling something was amis, followed after them. On arrival, she saw that ändu was a desolate and sandy area. It was a mini desert with an old and dilapidated building in the center, almost completely swallowed by the sand. They went in. It was rundown and old. The perfect hide out. "Good job, little boy."

“No helicopter. We don’t have to go home today.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “We could go to the Sierra Nevada.” Kendra sat up straighter. “There’s a place we can use tonight. We leave around noon, stay one night, come back tomorrow.” Rafael said it like he was suggesting coffee, not changing the entire family itinerary in twenty seconds. I stared at him. “The Sierra Nevada.” “Yes.” “As in the mountains?” “That is usually the definition.” I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t be sexy and sarcastic at the same time. That’s an unfair advantage.”

Hunter paid us no attention and continued rumbling, “Florida? But I don’t think it’s a good place. We can go to Alaska, is it snowy at this time of the year? It is right? Orrr… Vegas!!! The sin city! We can go there and just get lost in paradise, drown our lungs in liquor, party like there’re no baddess bitches in the world. I hear they have the villas in hotels there. Damn wild.” He finished rumbling and looked at us, and found us staring at him as if he has grown an extra pair of eyes on the sides of his head. “Fine. How about…”

Caelum whispered. Neve is a mountainous region of Arcadia, several states up of Valeria. It's a huge state, but not that many people. It's mostly mountains, elks, and forests, and it's one of the most beautiful places in the kingdom, filled with picturesque views straight out of a fantasy movie. And now I'm understanding where the Palace of the Clouds might be, and how it got its name. As the plane turned around for its descent, I noticed a giant mansion sitting on top of a high mountain. I'm guessing you can almost touch the clouds when you're there.

she asked, her head cradled against his shoulder. “Couldn’t stand to see you cry,” he replied, matter-of-factly. “Also, I knew you were lying about Cass. Something happened, didn’t it?” “Yes,” she admitted. “She’s okay, though. I’ll explain everything to you, I promise.” “Damn,” he muttered. “Okay. Where are we anyway?” “Forty Mile Desert. Nevada.” “Nevada? You know, the last time I made a trip to Nevada, things didn’t go so well, right?”

The drive to Boise was spectacular. Flying over everything all the time, you never really get to appreciate the beauty of this incredible country. We went through mountains and deserts, spent an hour riding along a huge lake, it was amazing. We started out on Friday at six, well before the sun came up, and spent the early morning in the valley between the Inyo Mountains and the Sierra Nevadas before making our way into Nevada proper. We skirted Walker lake and headed through Nevada's stunning Great Basin Desert before heading into the mountains of Idaho.

Koa’s POV Nevada air tastes different. It is drier than the woods back east, but somehow cleaner and crisper. The scent of pine rides every breeze, drifting through the ridgelines and canyons like an old lullaby I barely remember humming as a boy.

"I've been watching the wrong thing. So have you. They're not behind us. They're beside us. They're a wall." Wilder's eyes came up to the mirror. "Say the rest," he said. "There's one road out of this valley that doesn't go through Boise, and it's the 20, and it's forty minutes ahead." Eli sat back down slowly. "And the 20 runs south. It runs south all the way to Winnemucca." Nevada. Eight hundred miles of nothing, and one town, and a man in a cardigan somewhere in the middle of it who'd been buying people for thirty-one years.