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92 pages. 5.50x4.90x0.40 inches. In Stock. N° de ref. de la librería 097233484X
The year is 2065. Jade is the descendent of a line of humans that were the progeny of an alien species that combined their DNA with human donor embryos more than a century before. Gifted with the alien genes she has abilities that far exceed normal human capabilities.
She is a noted and brilliant scientist in her own right and the heir to the Burton fortune which grew from Dynamic Composites and Materials Corporation (DCM), which developed "The Composite" of the Black Craft and was founded by Zack Burton almost a century before.
Now 27 years old her life has become anything but routine. A Cell and Molecular Biologist that specializes in cloning, she is recognized as the worlds foremost in her field. Her mother was a world-renowned genetics scientist who died several years after her father’s disappearance. She failed to reveal Jades true identity before her untimely demise; the story of the Black Craft and the Septuagint left unknown to her.
Now Jade seeks the father she lost more than 25 years before. Unkown to her, the military still maintains the secret of the Septuagint, and with that, the knowledge of Jades fathers’ disappearance. Now, to find him was to become her life’s quest, leading her down a dark path that she never dreamed could have existed.
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DAY 1 (LATE 1940’s):
It was pitch black that night. There were no stars visible in the sky. There was the sound of distant thunder as the storm began to roll in. Jorge could hear the sound of raindrops beginning to hammer down on the tin roof of his one room cabin.
From this site, located on a sparsely wooded hillside in the southwestern United States, he could survey miles of grassy and desert like lowlands. This made the hunting of jackrabbits and mule deer easier.
Periodically he would get caught here during a heavy summer down pour, and would have to sit it out for a few days. He thought to himself this might be one of those times.
He noticed the sound of the thunder coming closer as the rain intensified. Now it soon sounded like there were a thousand hammers pounding on his tin rooftop.
With the cracking sound of the thunder Jorge found it difficult to sleep this night, so he got up and sat out on his front porch in the rocker his grandfather had hand carved from mesquite wood almost 50 years before. It creaked when it rocked and when he sat in it he snugly settled into its leather seat bottom.
Lightening flashes were jumping all over the valley floor when one large explosion occurred mid range. This one was different however; after the flash there was a flaming streak that continued to the other side of the valley. There it exploded into a distant hillside that had been silhouetted by the lighting strikes. Jorge felt the concussion from the blast across the valley floor.
The storm raged on for another hour before it began to ease up. Jorge moved inside in hopes of getting some sleep before sunrise. It was now nearing 2am.
About an hour later the sound of distant helicopters could be heard. Apparently someone else had noticed the unusual blast on the other side of the valley as well. Jorge wasn’t sure what to make of it. He thought to himself there might have been a plane crash or possibly a meteorite. In either case it was clear to him that the solitude of the valley had been violated by this event, and his peace and tranquility would be ruined. He didn’t want to be bothered by this activity. He decided that in the morning he would return to his family home about fifty miles away. He drifted off to sleep.
On the other side of the valley the military vehicles arrived shortly after the helicopters. They were parked haphazardly at the base of the sandstone cliff. Further up on a shelf protruding from the stone face was a metallic vehicle deformed by the high-speed impact. It’s belly ripped open and it’s cargo of equipment and little creatures tossed over the cliff base as if litter from a waste can.
The sun wasn’t up yet and only headlights from the trucks and twenty or so flashlights moving around in the night illuminated the scene. The rain continued and could only be seen in the lights. It was difficult to view the entire scene in one glimpse. Some of the little bodies were torn apart and some crushed from the impact forces. A couple of the bodies were intact, one was actually moving!
A soldier was heard to cry out "One of them is alive!" The others rushed over to his side. The little yellow green creature was trying to maintain his grip on the little black box that he held in his long slender snake like fingers. It made no noise, but its large black almond shaped eyes seemed somehow to express great fear.
A soldier attempted to remove the box from the little creatures grip but was thwarted when one of the creatures’ digits found his left eye. In a fit of rage the soldier took the butt of his M-16 rifle and smashed the creatures head with it, rendering it unconscious. The little black box fell to the ground.
Two soldiers approached the unconscious being and proceeded to load it and another dead one onto stretchers; then they loaded the stretchers onto the back of a military truck. It drove off quickly. The rest of the soldiers began loading body parts into a wooden crate; many of the pieces were smaller than a fifty-cent piece. This was typical evidence of high-speed impact disintegration, seen in aircraft crashes.
On the back of another truck soldiers were loading metal fragments they found scattered at the base of the sandstone cliff. These parts filled two vehicles by the time they were done.
Lines had been attached to the main vehicle structure perched precariously on the cliff face. A large two-rotor helicopter moved into place and the lines were attached to a lift hook located on its underside. The helicopter then moved off into the darkness taking the ruptured craft with it.
Now nearing 5am, the scene was at last clean of evidence of the crash. After another hour of rain the geological evidence of any activity at the site would be nonexistent. As the last of the military vehicles drove off the sun came up, revealing only temporarily, the tire tracks that led to the cliff base.
Título: Jades Eyes
Editorial: Blackcraft Publishing
Año de publicación: 2003
Condición del libro: Brand New
Descripción Blackcraft Publishing, 2003. Paperback. Condición: Used: Good. Nº de ref. del artículo: SONG1589090861