In the dusty ruins of once verdant Earth, humanity is forced to live in bio-domes that protect them from the harsh environment of the Burn Zone. In the government controlled domes, life is highly regimented and Dax, a high school history teacher is tired of his lacklustre existence, but he has plans to make everything better. Unfortunately for Dax, an orphan named Jake has different ideas. The boy wants Dax to abandon his dream of a cushy new professorship and go looking for what must surely be a fable. The government says that the only thing outside the comfort of the domes is death, but the two will have to cross the void in an attempt to fulfill the boy's self-proclaimed quest. Can Dax forego his plans, defy his government and survive the Burn Zone, just on the whim of a kid? And if he does, can he protect Jake and himself from the unknown dangers of the outside world?
- Paperback | 406 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 23.37mm | 684.92g
- 03 Jul 2015
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- Illustrations, black and white
About D N Robertson
The question of how I became a writer, or more importantly, what brought me to such an activity, comes up frequently. I've always said that I write because I don't know what else to do, but that's only part of the truth. My love of words was forged early. I was a caboose child, my next sibling is 13 years older and this gave me a head start on my vocabulary. Imagine being surrounded by grown-ups all the time; you'd pick up a thing or two! I was often described as "precocious," which I think meant that I talked too much. It wasn't long before my siblings had lives of their own and I was a "lonely only." My mom worked, so I spent a lot of time on my own. This is where my imagination developed. I could easily slip into a world of my own making, only limited by what I could dream up. I haven't lost that skill and that's what feeds my writing. (It was that or become an actress; neither being what you might consider a "secure" occupation!) I find I get so caught up in the lives of my characters that they become real to me - an occupational hazard, I'm sure. So the obsession with them and the outcome of the story brings me to this place, explaining the "why" to you. I can't imagine not writing, I'd as soon stop breathing. My greatest wish is that anyone who chooses to read my work enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writing it.