Only one man can save the planet, too bad he just died.
A meteor explodes over Chelyabinsk, Russia, 2012DA14, meteorite sightings over California and other states are becoming a regular feature of evening news, and now a meteoric event lights up the Eastern Seaboard and the Internet. What is going on?
Written in 1991 and published in 2010 when significant fictional events depicted therein started to play out on prime time news, my novel, Falling Star, may be something that you won’t want to miss.
The following excerpt from the Foreword to the novel sets the stage for my claim:
Nemesis. Is the impending terrestrial collision with a five-mile wide asteroid flung into the Earth’s orbit by a dwarf star called Nemesis real, imagined, or a handy means of disguising something else?
You will have to read the novel to find out why it is particularly important this year.
You can get a paperback edition HERE.
As you may know, I am currently working on the sequel to my very realistic science fiction thriller, Falling Star, which has received many nice reviews and has been downloaded by almost 30,000 readers. In this sequel, I explore what would happen if a biological computer comprised of alien DNA were introduced into a human brain.
Now, it appears that this technology is not so farfetched as neurosurgeons are exploring the use of micro electrodes that can take over part of your brain.
The following is an excerpt from StarHome Bound, my latest W.I.P
Newport News, Virginia, CSAC Headquarters —
“Did they find the lab technician?”
“Yes sir,” replied Joe Mannington. He had just entered Bob McHugh’s office. “He died of the gunshot wounds; they found him behind the oil tanks on the docks. The fifteen shots he took finally exsanguinated him. The docs tell me that the amazing thing is that he even lived for the brief period that he did.”
“As you know, he was contaminated with some Alowfin that he was mixing with DSMO for injection into laboratory rats. The doctors say that the spread of the alien tumors was practically explosive in his brain. Apparently these things, whatever they are, took over the lab tech’s brain reaching into every portion of his nervous system within minutes of contamination.”
“They theorize that the tumors set up a separate sentient being?”
“Sentient as in a functioning and thinking human being.”
“Are you suggesting that the lab technician was possessed?”
“No, Sir. Not in the classic literary sense. What the doctors are telling me is that the control of the lab tech’s body was done remotely by parties unknown.”
“That’s not funny, Joe.”
“I didn’t think you would think so Admiral. The doctors think that the alien nodules grew and took over the tech’s body. They further think that the neural network of foreign tissue is a biological computer capable of receiving and transmitting signals.”
“So he became a remotely controlled robot.”
“Joe, Mike Liu and his young assistant have been tracing the supplier of Alowfin. They think that it is being produced sub rosa by a South African firm called, iEnzani. The two leaders of the company are white South Africans who share a dubious distinction under the old Apartheid government as chemists devoted to furthering that oppressive regime. One of them had the nickname of “Dr. Doom” because his experiments with psycho-altering drugs.”
“Doesn’t sound like terribly nice people.”
“That is an understatement. Anyhow, Mike thinks that they may be making Alowfin in a factory in Swaziland under the aegis of electronic goods.”
“We should take that factory out.”
“Not so fast, Joe. We need to find out if iEnzani is acting on its own or if it has any help. Mike mentioned the possibility of an alien connection.”
“The Sentinels?” questioned Joe referring to the name that CSAC personnel often used for the suspected aliens manning the mysterious black objects at the bottom of the ocean.
“Possibly, unless there are others and that would be too scary. By the way, Mike mentioned an encounter with a stranger with the palest blue eyes that he had ever seen.”
“Like the guy that I thought was Carlton Messinger in London?”
“Yeah, what is it with these pale blue eyes?”
“Now that you mentioned it the autopsy report on the lab tech said that his eyes were pale blue.”
“His security card and his driver’s license state that they are brown.”
McHugh just stared at Mannington.
I hope that you will consider getting a copy of Falling Star.
I decided to self-publish my very realistic scinece fiction thriller, Falling Star, in August 2010 because a critical element of my story was being played out on evening news.
Falling Star was written in 1991 and for twenty years literary agents and publishers thought that my story about large groups of Russian agents living for decades in the United States, marrying unsuspecting Americans, raising children, buying homes, and holding down mundane jobs was too fantastic to believe, even in fiction. Of course, this all changed in June 2010 when Russian agents in deep, deep cover were found to be doing exactly that in large numbers.
I even had one spy who posed as a gorgeous financial consultant.
Now it seems that my work in progress, the sequel to Falling Star is going to experience the same thing.
Prime time new is reporting the murder of a man on a crowded street in mid-town Manhattan during the busy Christmas Holiday season. In the ensuing confusion following the mid-day hit, the assailant calmly got into a waiting car and was quickly driven away.
Consider the following excerpt from ,y work in progress:
“He was killed by a hit and run jogger.”
“That’s not really funny, you know,” said the third man at the small table in the clanky coffee shop.
“Yeah, but damn it you just can’t get morose. As far as we can tell, Johnson was waiting for a cab at 21st and Pennsylvania when a man in a jogging suit bumped into him. After the two collided, witnesses saw the jogger run off and Colonel Johnson fall to the ground in a heap. He lapsed into a coma and never recovered.”
“What happened to the jogger?”
“In the confusion, he got away.”
“That’s outrageous. Didn’t anyone give chase?”
“No, happened too quickly. Everyone there rushed to help Johnson.”
“Did he say anything?
“Nope, never regained consciousness.”
“Was there an autopsy?”
“The toxicology report revealed a large amount of curare mixed with a neurotoxin of unknown chemistry in his tissue samples.”
“Were there any physical signs?”
“Nothing except for a puncture wound, like a large hypodermic needle, with skin discoloration around it. You know, like a botched up injection.”
“Sounds like the Bulgarian attack on one of its exiled diplomats in London in the Sixties,” commented Mike Liu, who was sitting at the table in the coffee shop of the plush hotel on Pennsylvania Avenue, on the fringe of Georgetown.
“Yeah, that’s right,” replied Tom Jamieson, shifting ever so subtlety as he casually glanced about the small coffee shop.
I guess that I had better get this sequel to Falling Star finished before more of it becomes real.
As noted above, this form of attack was used successfully on Bulgarian dissident Georgi Markov in London in 1978. He was going to work, when he felt a sting and turned to see a person with an umbrella walking away. Markov continued to his BBC office where he observed a reddish pimple on the back of his thigh. When he returned home that evening, he fell ill and was taken to the hospital where he died three days later. The poison used was ricin.
My good friend and fellow author/cartoonist, Robin Reed called me on this point, but I contend that the Markov incident is different than my book wherein a person is attacked on a busy street and collapses on the spot with his attacker getting away in the subsequent confusion. My friends like to keep me honest. 🙂
Apparently, the U.S. Navy tracked a Russian nuclear Sierra-2 class submarine that was lurking off our shores in the Atlantic Ocean during October. Shades of Red October or, better still, the 1966 movie, “The Russians Are Coming, the Russians Are Coming”
On the other hand, maybe this could have been the ultimate October Surprise. Could it be that the old KGB operative Vladmir was taking bets on the election?
The fact that Russians are once again stalking us sure is mighty tempting to this author of a very realistic science fiction thriller about mysterious objects found off our shores and what response Soviet spies had about that presence.
This is an excerpt from my WIP or work in progress that I have decided to rename StarHome Bound. The first volume of this series, a very realistic science fiction thriller called Falling Star has received many great reviews and has been downloaded by almost 30,000 readers world-wide.
The story starts with the accidental discovery of mysterious objects buried deep in the ocean by a navy geomagnetic survey crew. During the subsequent investigation into these objects, a highly classified submersible is lost. In this excerpt, the submersible has been found and is being retrieved by the United States Government.
Off-shore, Kairiru Island, Papua New Guinea —
“Permission to come aboard.”
“Permission granted, Captain Mannington,” stated the young RAN lieutenant, as he returned the salute. The RAN lieutenant was the acting officer of the deck aboard the Bentano.
“Commander Hastings is waiting for you on the bridge. I will escort you, sir,” said the RAN lieutenant as he turned over the Officer of the Deck duties to a sub-lieutenant.
Mannington followed the young officer to the bridge where he was warmly greeted by Commander Hastings.
“That boat yours?” inquired Hastings as he and Mannington stood on the bridge of the Bentano.
“Yes,” replied Mannington as he looked at the Benthic Ranger now grounded on the shoals.
“I guess that it is a research submersible, care to elucidate me?”
“I’m sorry commander; I am not authorized to say anything more than it is a submersible and it is ours. The United States thanks you for finding our lost vessel.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“We have a special team coming to Papua New Guinea that can safely retrieve the submersible. Barring any diplomatic snafus, it should be here in a few days. Once the craft is freed from the reef, an ocean going tug will take it to our base in Guam.”
“But is that necessary? Guam is almost 1,300 nautical miles from here, we can certainly accommodate you yanks in Australia. The South Pacific can be unpredictable.”
“Thank you commander, but we have special facilities in Guam.”
As predicted, a small group of U.S. Navy vessels appear on the horizon a few days later. The USNS Navajo, a Powhatan class ocean-going tug, stationed in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, would take the Benthic Ranger in tow. She was accompanied by two destroyers. Having such fire power to retrieve a simple research submersible seemed extremely curious to the RAN officers on the Bentano.
“You certainly don’t want anyone messing with this tow, do you?”
“I guess Washington just doesn’t want anything to go wrong with this vessel,” replied Mannington. “Can I quarter some of my divers and their gear on the Bentano? There will be five of them.”
“Sure can, mate,” replied Hastings. “They can bunk with my clearance divers.”
“Thank you, commander.”
Unbeknownst to the Australians, the small flotilla was also shadowed by the USS Greeneville, (SSN -772) a fleet attack submarine that was recently commissioned in Hawaii. The Greeneville was specially outfitted to deploy and retrieve U.S. Navy SEAL teams underwater. As the three surface ships approached the RAN group already in place, the Greeneville deliberately fell back and went silent. There was no reason to let the Aussies know that an American attack submarine was in the area.
Lieutenant Eoghan Thorson, USN, reported to Mannington along with his four man team on board the Bentano. All five of the men stood about six feet tall and were lean and muscular. The distinguishing characteristic of the team was their quiet disposition; none of the men except Thorson spoke anything more than pleasantries during the introductions to the Australian clearance divers.
Eoghan Thorson’s team would take the lead in securing the Benthic Ranger with a flotation collar and would check the vessel for seaworthiness. According to the protocol shared with the RAN officers, the team would not attempt to enter the vessel.
The Australian clearance divers were somewhat put off by the taciturn Americans, but chalked it up to the fact that the five man team would have to dislodge and float a “hot” vessel. They could certainly understand that the Americans were probably concerned and extremely focused on this assignment, especially on the potential for radiation poisoning. What the Australians didn’t know was that Thorson and his men were members of the elite SEAL group and were working undercover.
Lieutenant Thorson secured his craft to the Benthic Ranger and his team dove into the warm Pacific waters to examine the vessel and attach the tow harness and flotation gear that they had carried with them. After making sure that everything was solidly connected, Thorson backed off the stranded vessel and inflated the flotation bags. The Benthic Ranger gave a shudder and rose from its bed. Once afloat, two of Thorson’s men dove underneath to make sure that there no glitches and that the bottom of the vehicle was undamaged.
Mannington and the Australians stood on the bridge of the Bentano and watched the operation using binoculars. The Australian officers were impressed with the speed and precise orchestration of the operation.
“Your chaps sure have that down pat,” said Hastings.
“They have a lot of experience at this,” replied Mannington.
“Aren’t they concerned about radiation poisoning? We found some fairly high readings around that craft and that is why we pulled our CDT off the scene.”
“They know the risks; they’ve trained for this many times,” replied Mannington grimly. “Besides, they were given precautionary doses of iodine before boarding your vessel yesterday. Anything they get should pass through their systems quickly.”
As Thorson and his team floated the Benthic Ranger into deep water, the Navajo moved in closer to the action. Eventually, a line was carried to the Navajo and using that line, a tow rope was feed out to the Benthic Ranger. Once the shackle was secured, the dive team’s work was done and they motored over to one of the destroyers.
As soon as Thorson’s team was on-board the destroyers, they underwent an elaborate decontamination procedure, surrounded by technicians in white haz-mat gear. All of which was clearly evident to RAN officers peering through binoculars.
Once Mannington noted that the Navajo had taken the Benthic Ranger in tow, he bade farewell to his Australian host.
“Commander Hastings, please accept my personal and my government’s appreciation for assisting us in the recovery of this research vessel. Now that my dive team has finished their work, I will join them on the destroyer for the journey to Guam. With your leave, I would like to have my men gather the dive team’s belongings and join me on the launch.”
With that Mannington gave Commander Hastings a smart salute and he retired to the launch that would take him to the American ship.
Hastings watched the American convoy head over the horizon. Without directing his comments to anyone in particular, he said, “Damn Americans, it would have been a lot quicker taking that thing to Darwin.”
The departure of the Navajo with its package in tow was also observed by the various and sundry commercial vessels in the vicinity. In particular, a tuna fishing ship had been trolling the sea off of Kairiru Island. As the Navajo disappeared over the horizon, the tuna fishing vessel also broke free from the other tuna ships in the area and seemingly headed north toward Japan.
“Is that your vessel?” inquired the captain of the tuna vessel to his companion on the deck.
As their equally pale blue eyes met, the other person replied, “Yes.”
Onboard the USNS Navajo, Enroute to Guam —
“Captain, we have a problem.”
“I saw the inclinometer reading.”
“I think that the tow is taking on water.”
“What do the deckhands at the towline see?” Ocean going tugs in the United States Navy are manned by a civilian crew with four naval officers in command.
“It looks like the tow is sinking.”
“Shit,” said Lieutenant Commander Joseph Sinecki as he told the helmsman to hold a steady course and hurried to the stern of the Navajo.
Sinecki was joined by his XO and engineering officer at the towline. Sure enough, the Benthic Rangers was sitting low in the water. After connecting the tow, the external floatation had been taken off following an examination of the vessel’s hull integrity. The external floats would have increased drag on the Navajo and it seemed to be the correct course of action.
Sinecki called the bridge on his intercom, “All stop! Radio Guam; tell them we have a problem.”
Even before Sinecki could finish his instruction, the Benthic Ranger started to rapidly sink, causing the towline to go taut. With the sudden sinking of the Benthic Ranger, the Navajo, itself, was in danger of taking on water.
As the blue-green waters of the South Pacific started washing over the deck of the Navajo, Sinecki gave his order.
“Cut the towline — Now!”
The Japanese tuna fishing boat that had been tracking the tow took note.
Royal Australian Naval Base, Darwin, Australia —
“Sir, we just detected an explosion over the Marianas Trench. Sounds like a vessel sank.”
“Get a cable out to the fleet.”
Onboard the HMAS Betano —
“Captain, you might be interested in seeing this.”
Commander Jeremy Hasting took the cable from his sailor and read it.
“Those bloody, bullheaded Yanks. I told them to take that vessel to Darwin, but they wouldn’t listen.”
My revitalized website has just logged 5,000 visitors. I’m pretty happy that I have been able to do this since focusing my web activities on this site.
They say that old dogs can’t learn new tricks. In this case, my daughter who is pretty smart when it comes to internet marketing told me to stop wasting my time on the multiple sites that I was using and focus on one.
Hopefully with the passage of time I can make this site an effective destination for not only my books, but books of my many friends in the independent author world. Thank you all for stopping by.
Now if I can only figure out how to get visitors to visit my bookstore and my gift store. 😉
Haven’t used this much, because the book cover is an old one, but the video by Glenn Albert and Wyatt Lamoureux is really well done.
The final book cover is:
A fictional story so real that it may be true. See what UFO researchers are saying about the possibility that a real super secret agency of the United States Government.
successful run during which over 25,000 copies were downloaded, my partners, Gordon Ryan, Michael Wallace and I have decided to shelve our three volume thriller box, A Triple Thriller Threat, for the foreseeable future as we explore other activities.
This set explored the world of thrillers from entirely different, but equally exciting, webs of intrigue, deceit, murder, and mayhem. Michael started off with a thriller set in the arcane world of antiquities and the schemes that brazen collectors wove to possess what was not rightfully theirs. Gordon followed with a modern tale of political intrigue written as if it just might be happening at this very minute. My story brought up the end of the set with a very realistic science fiction thriller that left the reader wondering if the story might actually be true.
In Michael Wallace’s State of Siege, Tess Burgess, an expert in medieval warfare, is building siege engines in France, while running a sting operation against collectors of stolen artifacts. Obsessed with the collapse of civilization, Tess’ ex-fiancée Peter’s latest grandiose scheme is a simulated war, like a giant paintball match for billionaire survivalists, but with crossbows and catapults. He asks Tess if she is good enough to defend an actual castle against medieval siege engines. One of the world’s most notorious artifact collectors will be on hand with his own ideas. With these participants, will the play war turn into the real thing?
Gordon Ryan’s State of Rebellion is a fast-paced political thriller that could have easily been lifted out of today’s news. California is on the brink of secession, and those who oppose this drastic political maneuver are turning up dead. Federal Agent Nicole Bentley is sent to discover what she can about the movement and meets up with Assemblyman and National Guard officer Daniel Rawlings, whose commitment to his country runs deep in his blood. Resisting their mutual attraction, they uncover a plot devised by greedy men bent on taking power at any cost. Nicole and Dan find themselves literally in the crossfire between secessionists and those who want to preserve the union.
In Falling Star, I take you on a journey from the abyss to the beautiful deserts of the American Southwest as his hero Mike Liu attempts to crack the secrets of huge mysterious objects buried deep in the ocean. Unfortunately someone wants him dead and he must fight for his life. On top of all this, Mike learns that a revered friend has died. Will the death of Mike’s friend mean that the secrets of the enigmatic structures will remain forever buried in the silt and muck of the ocean deep?
If you missed the chance to get a copy of A Triple Thriller Threat, never fear as the individual volumes are still available through Amazon:
Amazon just announced that my books are available for purchase in India through Amazon.com I hope that you will go to the following pages and check out my work.
Falling Star is a very realistic science fiction thriller about about mysterious objects found deep in the ocean and what happened when they woke up and started sending messages to outer space. This novel has received many very favorable reviews and has been downloaded by almost 30,000 readers.
My cartoons take a wry look at the world from a strangeness lens. Reviewers have compared my cartoons to Gary Larson’s “Far Side” and the cartoons of James Thurber. Scenes of Strangeness is the combination of my two earlier works and has been downloaded over 6,800 times.
If you do not live in India, you can still see my books on other Amazon outlets.