"At 11:57 A.M., on July 14, 2014, there were approximately seven billion people living on planet Earth. Three minutes later, most of those people were gone. Not sick with the Zika virus, or dying from radiation poisoning after a nuclear attack. Neither were they turned into flesh-eating zombies, a popular end for humanity in the horror movies of the time. There were no corpses to bury, no tombstones to cry over, nothing to say where our friends and families and loved ones had gone. Trains crashed, ships sank, and planes fell out of the sky. Over ninety-nine percent of the Earth's population simply vanished. After that, things really got weird"
From the journal of Caitlin Sinclair, discovered in the ruins of Las Vegas, ten years after her death.
Not since the Dark Ages, when the Black Death indiscriminately ravaged the civilized world, has Humanity faced such a dire threat to its existence. Captain Anderson, a former Navy SEAL, leads a ragtag team of young soldiers in a desperate attempt to save the world.
His name is Sihir Khan, and there are some who say he is the greatest thief that ever lived. His actions will destroy the universe itself, unless the angel who loves him can find a way to save them all.
The Washington Tribune, the only newspaper still operating inside New Washington, recently began publishing a series of articles about the President's only son, Duncan Sinclair, and his so-called "Companions." Heavily laced with sex and violence, the lurid tales of their adventures are more fiction than fact. Even so, Duncan Sinclair and his Companions have become heroes, their every move followed with undisguised delight.
Adrift in the netherworld between life and death, Caitlin Sinclair wanders across the Plane of Limbo, her goal to enter Heaven, and discover the reason her world has been allowed to die.
It amused John Kane to think that it was as a simple man of peace, a Jewish carpenter, that he had made his greatest impact on the human world. The religion he'd created during that life had lasted for over two thousand years. Even now, at the end of things, followers of the Christ could still be found among the survivors of the Fall.
It would be so very easy, Kane thought, to invoke that carpenter's name, and become a God. Again.