In 2 Days...
In two days, Tuesday, August 14th, Mr Thursby is out and about. A sci-fi novella, a quick read, some 20,000 words, or about eighty pages. It will not be published as a spineless paperback. It is only available as a kindle ebook. Take heart though, a sequel is already in the works.
What to expect?
Science fiction at its retro-best… Set in the immediate present, and no one ever leaves earth. A first contact story, kind of like Aliens VS Bureaucrats. (Who will triumph?) It’s dialogue-heavy, humorous, subtle and thought provoking.
The blurb?
Mr Thursby has called the White House every year on the same day since 1948. No one has ever called him back, until now... A mysterious alien marooned on earth for the past 70 years. A gamma ray burst racing towards us like the beam from a lighthouse. A promise to save humanity. Trust issues.
Thanks to overwhelming interest, it’s already the number one best-seller in the “Alien Bureaucrat” Category.
Here is a brief excerpt:
A ten minute drive down Erie Boulevard took them to the Pericles Diner. It was dark and closed when they arrived; no other cars in the parking lot.
“Not exactly an auspicious beginning,” Dr Kyler commented once the Subaru rolled to a stop. No sooner were the words from her lips when a few lights sputtered on. A neon column started to glow in Mediterranean blue. More lights came to life, though not enough for a diner. It was still dark and shadowy inside. Becker and Pablo took positions at the exits. Director Donovan and Dr Kyler headed up the steps.
A man stood by the entrance. He seemed slightly stooped and was dressed in a heavy black overcoat, the collar turned up; a thick scarf covered his neck. He also wore sunglasses and a tattered fedora. On closer inspection, neither Donovan nor Kyler were especially keen on seeing what was underneath. There was also an odd smell of lavender and decay in the air.
“Mr Thursby?” Donovan asked unnecessarily, and put out his hand in greeting.
“I would prefer not to shake hands,” he replied and turned away. He shuffled across the floor to the largest oval table by the window.
At first sight Mr Thursby was a bit frightening. Cadaverous might be the word best to describe his appearance. Nor was he unlike a puppet, a meat puppet. It almost seemed as if something was slithering under his trench coat, like a moveable hunchback. His arms and legs functioned, but not exactly with the usual motion a human would use. When he walked, a barely-audible squishing sound could be heard, as if he were wearing wet sneakers.
“It’s best that you sit at the other end of the table, if you would,” Mr Thursby said in a raspy sort of voice. His mouth hardly moved at all when he spoke, and he stayed as far from Donovan and Dr Kyler as he could. “I’m sorry, my immune system has been compromised. I have no wish to become contaminated.”
Pre-Order:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FZCS9FS?...
What to expect?
Science fiction at its retro-best… Set in the immediate present, and no one ever leaves earth. A first contact story, kind of like Aliens VS Bureaucrats. (Who will triumph?) It’s dialogue-heavy, humorous, subtle and thought provoking.
The blurb?
Mr Thursby has called the White House every year on the same day since 1948. No one has ever called him back, until now... A mysterious alien marooned on earth for the past 70 years. A gamma ray burst racing towards us like the beam from a lighthouse. A promise to save humanity. Trust issues.
Thanks to overwhelming interest, it’s already the number one best-seller in the “Alien Bureaucrat” Category.
Here is a brief excerpt:
A ten minute drive down Erie Boulevard took them to the Pericles Diner. It was dark and closed when they arrived; no other cars in the parking lot.
“Not exactly an auspicious beginning,” Dr Kyler commented once the Subaru rolled to a stop. No sooner were the words from her lips when a few lights sputtered on. A neon column started to glow in Mediterranean blue. More lights came to life, though not enough for a diner. It was still dark and shadowy inside. Becker and Pablo took positions at the exits. Director Donovan and Dr Kyler headed up the steps.
A man stood by the entrance. He seemed slightly stooped and was dressed in a heavy black overcoat, the collar turned up; a thick scarf covered his neck. He also wore sunglasses and a tattered fedora. On closer inspection, neither Donovan nor Kyler were especially keen on seeing what was underneath. There was also an odd smell of lavender and decay in the air.
“Mr Thursby?” Donovan asked unnecessarily, and put out his hand in greeting.
“I would prefer not to shake hands,” he replied and turned away. He shuffled across the floor to the largest oval table by the window.
At first sight Mr Thursby was a bit frightening. Cadaverous might be the word best to describe his appearance. Nor was he unlike a puppet, a meat puppet. It almost seemed as if something was slithering under his trench coat, like a moveable hunchback. His arms and legs functioned, but not exactly with the usual motion a human would use. When he walked, a barely-audible squishing sound could be heard, as if he were wearing wet sneakers.
“It’s best that you sit at the other end of the table, if you would,” Mr Thursby said in a raspy sort of voice. His mouth hardly moved at all when he spoke, and he stayed as far from Donovan and Dr Kyler as he could. “I’m sorry, my immune system has been compromised. I have no wish to become contaminated.”
Pre-Order:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FZCS9FS?...
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