Mark Boyett
Mars was a distant shore, and the men spread upon it in waves. Each wave different, and each wave stronger. Bradbury's Mars is a place of hope, dreams, and metaphor. Of crystal pillars and fossil seas, where a fine dust settles on the great, empty cities of a silently destroyed civilization. It is here the invaders have come to despoil and commercialize, to grow and to learn. First a trickle, then a torrent, rushing from a world with no future
...In the seven years since he learned that his US marshal father lead a double life as a contract killer—and committed suicide to avoid prosecution—Frank Temple III has mostly drifted through life. But when he learns that Devin Matteson, the man who lured his father into the killing game only to later give him up to the FBI, is returning to the isolated Wisconsin lake that was once sacred ground for their families, it's a homecoming Frank
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