Phase Lock is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi novel.
Earth’s rotation has slowed and now matches its orbit with the sun. The resulting natural disasters and panic-fuelled nuclear war has decimated the global population and laid waste to civilisation.
One side of the planet is in the constant glare of the sun. It is a desert, scorched and desolate. The other side is a completely frozen landscape – neither is habitable or even navigable. In the twilight shadow between the two extremes there exist pockets of life. They are all disconnected, isolated and all unknowing of the others existence, all too wary to venture out into the wastelands. Each assumes they are alone.
One such vestige of civilisation is the city of Axiom, a self-sufficient community ruled by a cruel dictatorship. Time has erased any memory of a different way of life, Its Residents accept their day to day existence, never questioning and willingly following the rules without a hint of curiosity for what may lie beyond their walls.
Bevan Hughes has never known anything different but since his world was torn apart by the abduction of his wife he has begun to question it all! Plagued by nightmares and a longing for his missing wife, Bevan is taking risks to learn more in the hope that he will find her. However in doing so uncovers a truth, a hope and a plan of murderous intent.
Meanwhile, Rosalyn Torres, a crack sniper and deadly assassin who once embraced her role in enforcing the rules of the regime, faces a similar life shattering incident which sees her embark on a mission of revenge. She finds herself battling those she once obeyed and all for the cause of saving a child she never knew she was capable of caring for.
Their paths cross as they find themselves fleeing from Axiom out into the unknown desolation beyond the city walls…
The cattle’s breath could be seen in the freezing air of the early morning. They had huddled together for warmth in a corner on the far side of the compound, heads bowed against the wind, in a circle of dim light afforded by one of the overhanging lamps.
The Farm, or Jurisdiction 13, was roughly a square mile of cattle sheds, free range paddocks and feeding stations. It was encircled and sectioned off into smaller pens to segregate the herds by twelve foot tall electric fencing atop of which sat coils of vicious barbed wire. It housed around two and a half thousand head of cattle and was lit by oil burning lamps and was overlooked by armed guard towers – the meat was one of the most precious commodities in all the city, a delicacy enjoyed by only a select few high ranking officials regularly and the average Resident just once a year at a graduation ceremony.
The slaughter of cattle was best conducted from the towers; it was not always safe to venture into the pens - one could be quickly overrun by a herd. As such, the animals were guarded from the outside by guns and kept in by the electric fencing. No one got in, none left alive.
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