Rachel: Wasteland Barbarian Queen #0

PROLOGUE

Know, oh princess, that between the years when the heaven's fires consumed the gleaming cities and the years of the rise of the Great Ships, there was an Age undreamed of, when remnants of the old world lay spread across the wasteland like rusted swordblades beneath the stars – Rivet City, Arefu, Big Town, Megaton, Little Lamplight with its lost children and caverns of Mutant-Haunted mystery, Tenpenny Tower with its bigotry, The Pitt that bordered on the industrial land of The Mill, Underworld with its shadow-guarded Ghouls, The Citadel whose Brothers wore steel and silk robes. But the safest kingdom of the waste was Vault 101, sealed secure against savage threats. Hither came Rachel, daughter of Femme-Ra, flame-haired, emerald-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a stranger, a slayer, with giantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the rusted thrones of the ruined Earth under her sandalled feet.

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