Two Books as One:
The Last Marine in the Galaxy
The Red Leopards of Zaxon B
The near future:
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Initial Planetary Report from sensors (Translation)
A planet with a suitable gravitational and protective atmosphere.
Air and temperate climate that is ideal for sustaining life.
An ideal land and sea mass distribution across the planet.
Rich mineral resources and fuel sources suitable for development.
Suitable land mass for cultivation and providing food for a vast and growing population.
Currently numerous residential animal species capable for cultivation and food provision.
Easily established and adapted infrastructure to provide efficient deployment and development.
Rare and essential metals ripe for extraction.
Current Occupying Species: Expendable or suitable for cultivation.
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Planetary Name: Earth
Lifeform Initial Report: ..........weak
Expected Resistance: ..........negligible
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As human beings, we become accustomed to believing today will just be like yesterday, and tomorrow. We get up, get dressed, go to work, eat.....come home, watch TV, perhaps go to the gym, think about our relationships, then we go back to bed. We content ourselves that life holds little surprise for us, but deep down perhaps wish something exciting would happen, a very personal dream normally concealed from all others.
But our existences are not predetermined, we base our confidence on our continued reality on probability and our own comfort zones....things that are anything but predictable, probability can be very cruel. Life is fragile.At any time our lives or world could change...and change dramatically.
Most of us do not even consider, or are far too afraid to consider...that this hour may be the last of that perceived normality...that the ultimate horror maybe only a breathless gasp away......That something has been watching all the time...waiting
The author aims to provide a thoroughly enjoyable and imaginative reading experience at an affordable price for the reader. All three works from the author's World War 2 Series concentrating on Stalingrad have achieved Best Seller status on Amazon in the UK and many more stories are outlined.
Imagination is personal, free and to be cherished.
As a boy, I used to write reports of the local football matches in my home town in northern Scotland, my favourite stories to write at the time being adventure and war and how the human condition adapts to the pressures of fate and unpredictability. Fascinated by history, I used to consume books at a frantic rate, reading personal accounts and historical works across all ages and becoming frustrated upon perusing articles that would compromise fact for common belief or to embellish a tale. My parents had always encouraged me to follow my interest, and this continued with my father occasionally enquiring if I had written anything, something I regret I had not done at the time. Although the pressures of buying property, running a business and having a career allowed me to develop plots and devise potential ideas for books, tales, twists of fate, etc. this was usually accomplished whilst sitting at traffic lights, awaking from a dream, waiting in a bar or the bane of my life, rush hour traffic. I did not realise at the time I was continually formulating stories in my mind, it was just an entertaining pastime to prevent boredom with the initial extracts of imagination then added to over time and usually when passing the same place. On long journeys, I would mentally start out with a plot and character, allowing that to grow and flourish in my mind...quite a useful diversion on say an eight hour car journey...by the time I reached the destination, a whole set of characters and actions had been formulated, sometimes even with terrain and weather. I would then write these whims down, unaware my sub-conscious seemed to be storing the colourful adventure, the key being the location I was at or even emotional state. A couple of years ago, my father unfortunately passed away and it was on the train to assist in the arrangements for the funeral that I considered what my father had encouraged me to do, the things he had been proud of that I had perhaps let slip. All the plots and stories began to pour back as I sat staring out into the French countryside, the silly twists that life throws at us, comical endings to situations and the 'itch I could never scratch', understanding fate's choices and the luck in life. I determined at that point that I would finally achieve what I had always dreamed of and write. At the end of the journey with the train pulling into Bezier...I had completed the first chapter of the first book, Bloody Iced Bullet.
