In this world-war nations fell to the lowest level of savagery.

Bending over, Ethel turned back the cloth and thumped on the under side of the table. / Unberufen and Absit omen, she said hastily. Don't tempt Providence too far, Captain Frazer. …

At the same instant two arrows thudded into the carcass of the deer over which he knelt, passing but a few inches from his head.

[…] a 1950s-ish town, keeping a sense of community far from the superhighway rat race.