"The book is thoroughly entertaining. The unlikely alien friendships, the scientific details and technological justifications behind the incidents portrayed, the witty lines, are all a treat to read. The pace was brisk and engaging. " Just another reader, Goodreads
Camouflaged Encounters (#1)
Forget what you think you know. How well do you really know your neighbors or fellow workers? Do you trust your boss? What about politicians? The fabric of our society is under attack. Our way of life, our livelihood, our very existence is under full assault. No one even realizes that it’s happening. Disguised as horrible natural disasters on the news, the world is caught unsuspecting as events draw us ever nearer to extinction. As “natural disasters” escalate and tensions between nations mount, one man hears a whisper. It has begun . . .
EXCERPT
Two people sat in large cushioned chairs facing each
other. An attractive woman in her thirties with dark hair and a conservative
dress initiated the interview.
“So doctor, you’re
saying that the birth rate in this country is declining? What makes that such
an alarming story? If it’s true, wouldn’t that be a good thing? Especially if
the food shortages were to become a long-term problem?”
The
fiftyish dark-skinned, handsome man with salt and pepper hair, looked official
in his dress shirt and tie, wearing a white lab coat. “It would certainly be a
good thing, especially in the long run. If it was planned.”
She
looked up from her note cards. “You’re now saying . . . wait, what exactly are
you saying?”
“I’m
not saying that people aren’t getting pregnant. Pregnancies are actually at an
all-time high. I’m saying babies are simply not being born alive. Couples are
experiencing stillbirths on an unprecedented, unexplainable scale. In fact,
ahem, nationwide there has not been one single birth in the last two days.”
“No!”
The reporter paused. “That can’t be so.”
“I’m
afraid it is. That is why I asked to come on your show.”
She
put her cards down and went off-script. “I-I find that difficult to believe.”
The
doctor took a confident, condescending tone. “Check out the facts for yourself.
Do a little digging into the story. Ask your colleagues in the media to join
you. I cannot find any records of any births anywhere in the country since the
day before yesterday and there were precious few births that day. I hope you
can prove me wrong. Please do. This is something I don’t want to be right
about, but the facts do not lie.”
No more births. Ever. Extinction. No more rice. No more wheat. Starvation. That is what humanity is facing. The Ascanti, a conquering alien species, have been stopped, but scientists are incapable of reversing the environmental weapons engineered by the vicious aliens.
Clark Jackson, using his secret portal system, must find the Ascanti home world to learn if such a reversal is possible. And he’s on the clock, racing against the frightened nations of the world erupting into the third and final world war, bringing about extinction that much faster.
However, finding the alien planet is one thing, surviving its hostile inhabitants and environment is quite another.
EXCERPT
As the door
opened to allow two people into the room, a ‘clang’ sound drew his attention.
He looked over to his left and saw what looked to be a long knife. He
approached the object to see that it indeed, was a long knife. The blade itself
was less than two inches wide but nearly twelve inches long. The handle was
about six inches long with small, imbedded red jewels evenly spaced to provide
a firm grip. He continued to approach the knife, only to be cut off by a child,
no taller than three feet. The child stopped in his tracks before reaching the
knife and ogled Clark.
The child’s
voice was soft and innocent. “Who are you? I have never seen one such as you in
the training hall. Are you a youngling like me? Are you practicing your
transformation skills?”
“Ha! No, I am
quite the adult. I am a warrior back to visit the home world for some …
research.”
The child’s eye
went wide in bewilderment. “You are a colonizer? How many natives have you
killed? Are you the best warrior on your mission?”
“No, no, nothing
like that. I haven’t killed anyone. When you do it right, there is no need for
killing. Only the mission failures end up with killing aliens. The point is to
imitate them and take over their planet, not wipe them out.”
“That sounds
like gibberish. How can we claim the world as our own if we still have to look
at the ugly creatures?”
Is that what they teach their children? The only way
to survive is to wipe out the rest of the universe?
Clark softened
his voice. “Killing isn’t always the answer.”
“How can you call
yourself a warrior if you have no kills to your credit?”
“Oh, I have had
my share of fights and victories, I just see no need to kill. How old are you?”
“I am
forty-seven prsecs.”
Whatever a prsec is.
“How long will
you have to do combat training today?”
The child
furrowed his eyebrows. “This is what we do, we train. I train all day, every
day. How do you not know this? How old are you?”
During the
conversation, the child stood completely still and perfectly straight, no
slouching, fidgeting, swaying, or teetering. His focus was absolute, watching
and listening to Clark the entire time. He eyed Clark’s hands.
Clark started
the conversation. “Do you know how to read?”
“Yes.” Without
hesitation, the alien fired off a question of his own. “Do you know how to skin
a grdle beast?”
“No. Do you like
art?”
“No. Do you like
hunting?”
“Yes. Do you
know how your government works?”
“Yes. Do you
know how your ship works?”
“No. Do you
think your government is fair to the people?”
“Yes. Do you
think your ship is fast?”
“Yes. How long
did it take you to get good at fighting?”
“Zero. How long
did it take you to subjugate the primary species on your planet?”
“Sixty-two
prsecs. How many girlfriends have you had?”
“Zero. How many
wives do you have?”
“Zero. How many
friends do you have?”
“Nineteen. How
long did it take to fly to that planet?”
“Fifty-seven
prsecs. How much time do you spend playing each day?”
“Zero. Play time
is not allowed. How many of your fellow warriors died in the fight to colonize
the planet?”
“Zero. We are
good. How many toys do you have?”
“Zero. How many
knives do you have?”
“One. How many
subjects do you study in school?”
“Two. How many
intelligent species are on that world?”
“One. How much
time do you spend with your parents?”
“Zero. How many
slaves do you own?”
Startled, Clark
shook his head. He hesitated. Seriously? As
a child talking to your first explorer, these are the burning questions in your
mind? “Zero. I live in peace and I live off the land. The beautiful, lush
land of my world.”
About the author:
David J. Englund is a former Associate Professor of Economics turned storyteller. He daydreams of visiting other worlds and cultures on Clark Jackson’s adventures.
His interests include reading, writing, baseball, cooking Italian food, and walking/jogging. David currently lives in Fargo, North Dakota.
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8 comments:
Sounds like a great book. I like the cover.
Cool cover--liked the creature
Sounds good.
I want to read more!
Beautiful and eye-catching cover!
I think the cover is great.
Looks good.
Sounds like this is an entertaining read!
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