I very excited for this opportunity to announce the relaunch of the eBook version of
Nu Book 1 – The Esss Advance
under Kindle Direct Publishing. And, since Water plays a big part in the story, I want to share with you a chapter of the book centered around water. Stay tuned for my promotion on Amazon sometime within the next week. The book will be available for free for three days and I will be running a contest for three signed copies of the book. Maybe the number three has some significance.
Here is what the new cover looks like on Amazon:
Now for a chapter from the book that centers around water:
Chapter 67 – Fishing Interrupted
Jimmy had been fishing since sunrise without too much success. His boat was anchored off the south side of Inner Island just east of the much bigger Wright Island in Isle Royale National Park on Lake Superior. His family had come camping on Wright Island every summer for many years, and what Jimmy enjoyed most was getting away from his younger siblings on his morning fishing trips. Every once in a while, he even brought home enough fish to feed the entire family!
The sound started as a background rumble, not dissimilar to distant thunder. Jimmy scanned the horizon looking for any ominous black clouds that might be approaching, but the sky was clear blue in every direction with high cirrus clouds dancing around the horizon to the south. So where was the thunder coming from?
That’s when Jimmy spotted it. Coming in low over the lake was some type of large aircraft of a kind he had never seen before. The craft’s exterior was a grayish-green color, not unlike brackish swamp water he had seen on many of his hikes in the park. The shape was like a large cylinder floating on its side about fifty feet above the lake as it approached Wright Island. Many small jets streamed out from under the cylinder and roiled up the water directly beneath it. That’s where the thunderous noise was coming from.
Just as the craft reached the edge of the island, its nose pivoted upward, and the tail spread out like flower petals opening to the sun. Then it settled down right in the middle of Dog Harbor. As soon as it came to rest, the noise subsided, and Jimmy decided he better not stay in the open like a deer caught in headlights. He reeled in his line, raised his anchor, and began rowing for the small opening between Inner Island and Wright Island.
When he was just out of sight, he pulled the boat up onto a pebbly beach on Wright Island and worked his way around the island perimeter until he could just see the legs of the craft through the trees.
“Man, that thing is huge!” he exclaimed.
Standing on its six legs, it was as high as a forty-story office building. The top had to be at least 150 feet in diameter. With the legs spread out, the craft almost filled the entire harbor.
As Jimmy stood there behind a tree watching, he heard a winching noise coming from under the main body of the craft between its legs. As he watched, the craft lowered a small object into the water on what appeared to be a cable much too thin to carry the object’s obvious weight. When the object touched the water, the cable detached and retracted. Then the small object propelled itself between two of the legs, headed out of the harbor, into the lake. Maybe it wasn’t so small, Jimmy thought. Compared to the main ship, it was tiny, but it had to be twice the size of his rowboat.
The watercraft only went about half a mile out into the lake before it stopped for about a minute, and then turned around and headed back. Once inside the legs of the aircraft, the cable extended back down to water level, attached itself to the craft, and then retracted once again, carrying the small boat all the way back up into the ship’s underbelly.
With almost no warning, three fighter jets overflew the strange ship. Because the jets were flying faster than the speed of sound, the wash of noise came only after they had passed. Close to the ground where Jimmy was, the noise was almost deafening. But that was nothing compared to the noise when the greenish behemoth awoke with a roar and lifted vertically out of the bay. Water and steam sprayed in every direction as the six legs cleared the water, spewing some kind of propellant from their tips. The craft accelerated into the heavens before the jet fighters could execute a turn and make a second pass.
It was a good thing Jimmy had been standing behind a large tree. It saved his life as hot gases mixed with mud, water, and steam passed on either side of him, igniting the tree’s upper branches. As soon as the stream of hot gases subsided, Jimmy ran back past his boat and jumped directly into Malone Bay, keeping his whole body under the water until he was at least fifty yards out. The cold water felt good on the burns he had suffered on the left side of his face and his left shoulder. He had not pulled back quite fast enough to escape all injury, but at least he would not burn to death from the fires started all around Dog Harbor.