Tomorrow morning at 7:35 AM, a nuclear holocaust will destroy the planet. Two people carry the keys to survival: Jeremy Edgarton, a 16 year old, tech genius and revolutionary; and Eliana, the angelic, off-world traveler sent to Earth on a mission to prevent her planet's death. Welcome to a future world only heartbeats from our own. By the late 22nd century, the Great Recession of the early 2000s has lead to a worldwide police state. A ruined United States barely functions. Government control masks chaos, dissenters are sent to camps, and technology is outlawed. War rages while the authorities proclaim the Great Peace. It's New York City on the eve of nuclear Armageddon.Join Eliana & Jeremy as they begin a question to save two doomed planets . . . and find each other. This is Book 1 of the Earth's End Trilogy. We recommend that you read the books in order. Book 2 is Lady Grace & the War for a New World Book 3 is The Headman & the Assassin Thank you, Vilasa Press 5 Stars Out of 5 Stars: Blends the paranormal, science fiction, and Armageddon styles well for a riveting read. Midwest Book Review The entire Tales from Earth's End Saga is available on Amazon in print & Kindle format: Lady Grace: A Thrilling Adventure Wrapped in the Embrace of Epic Love, Book 2 Sam & Emily: A Love Story from the Underground, Book 3 Vilasa Press About THE ANGEL & THE BROWN-EYED BOY and the EARTH'S END I had a dream a few years ago. I dreamed of a golden creature of love and life. As the dream progressed, that angelic creature was superimposed upon me. And then she became me. Joy coursed through me. I was totally good, totally alive. Golden light poured from me. I was the Angel. The experience carried forward into my day, slowly dissipating until I was my ordinary self. I realized I'd been given a gift. I'd been granted a glimpse of the Angel's reality. In the days that followed, the rest of The Angel & the Brown-eyed Boy flowed out, as the characters revealed themselves to me. Jeremy Edgarton, son of a great musician and an infamous beauty, heir to one of the great fortunes of his world. A genius? An outcast? A revolutionary? Then came Jeremy's friends and the dangerous milieu in which they lived, a tortured United States on the verge of disaster. Was that dream all that prompted the book series, the Earth's End Trilogy? No. A few months before I had the dream, my brother died unexpectedly and tragically. My grief wrote The Angel & the Brown-eyed Boy . As I remembered our life together, I wanted to give my brother a tribute that captured his essence. My unconscious did the rest. That was how the Tales from Earth's End series was born. The tales are stories of human beings pushed to their extremity, literally to the end of the earth. They come from my depths being jostled and torn, wounded. Writing was the cure. But now I invite you to join me and meet The Angel & the Brown-eyed Boy. CHAPTER 1 EXCERPT When the girl appeared on the sidewalk, the edges of her body and clothing were fuzzy, as though all of her hadn't arrived. She looked up and down the street, the way a person would if she'd forgotten an address or lost her way. Her hair was frizzed and matted, sticking out akimbo. She was thin, had a dirty face, and wore a scratchy coat that was far too big. Its sleeves were rounded little capes; her arms stuck out of them like chopsticks protruding from a napkin. The coat slipped off her shoulders, first to one side, then the other. She hitched it up and kept walking. When she walked, the coat opened to reveal her feet and lower legs. Her thin socks, trimmed with grayed lace, were pulled up to make a ruffle below her knees. Pink satin laces held up the socks, their Xs snaking up her shins from her shoes. She looked pretty much like everyone she saw, except for her shoes. Long pink ballet slippers stuck out from beneath her coat, as improbable as roses sprouting from the cement. Eliana made her way along the sidewalk, knowing that she was dirty, feeling the grit in her hair and on her skin.When she had reached the planet's atmosphere, clothes and all sorts of things had rushed at her with great force, tossing her over and over. Dirt had come, too. She'd found the clothes she needed and put them on the way her teachers had shown her. Then her people had put her where she was. Humans passed, but no one stopped or said anything to her. A paper blew against her leg. More dirty papers blew and piled up everywhere. Streaked and grimy buildings rose near her. Writing in different colors covered their walls. She looked carefully, but couldn't make out the words. She'd learned to read and write English, but those words mystified her. "Hey, you!" a person said loudly. "Yes?" She spoke to a human for the first time, politely bowing. The human was dirty like Eliana, with torn clothes and matted hair. She couldn't tell if it was a he or a she. "Get out of here!" the ragged person shouted. "You don't b