An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Waystation VII” by J.S. Rogers

Waystation VII squatted near the middle of the Deadlands, its metal walls sealing out the poisonous fogs that clung to the earth outside. A dozen souls made Waystation VII their home, moving through short, narrow halls, breathing in the sour smell of stale air and grease, and serving the travelers who passed through the station…

The Cost of Air by J.S. Rogers

The Deadlands and the rare safe spots dotted across them were an idea that grew in my mind for a long time before I sat down to work on “Waystation VII,” where average people try to make it through a ruined world where travel is restricted  by factors so far beyond the control of most…