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Soft cover. Condición: Very Good +. Pearson, Bob; Digmayer, Martin Ilustrador. Binding tight, interior clean and bright. Bright, glossy picture wraps; some minor bumping along edges, especially to back wrap by lower spine. Glossy pages filled with b/w photos. "SPAD (Societe Anonyme Pour Aviation et ses Derives) was one of the most important aircraft manufacturers during World War I." - introduction. 192 pages.

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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. The Visitors did not come to Earth. They came back.The hollow asteroid changed everything. Within hours of Joe's discovery, every alien mineral deposit in the solar system began resonating in synchrony-a harmonized frequency pulsing like a planetary heartbeat suddenly finding its rhythm. On Earth, instruments across every dome registered the shift. On Mars, the geometric patterns Joe mapped in the deep strata began to glow, visible through meters of overburden to sensors that had never detected such emissions. In the belt, inert rocks that had tumbled since before human memory started to sing in frequencies that made nearby equipment hum in sympathy.And the Visitors responded.For decades, they maintained a careful, measured presence among humanity. They learned languages, formed genuine relationships, and were maddeningly uninformative about their ultimate purpose. Keth-who had been attending Dale Wong's church services and eating Linda's snickerdoodles in the Tulsa Dome for years-was perhaps the most visible example. Patient. Quiet. Waiting.That patience ended when the hollow asteroid opened.What Keth eventually reveals, in Linda's kitchen while she presses another plate of cookies on him with the serenity of a woman who has been feeding an alien for years, is this: the mineral network is older than the Visitors themselves. It was created by something else-beings they call the Architects. The network activates in stages, each triggered by local intelligence reaching a specific threshold. The Visitors came to Earth not as explorers but as caretakers-watchers assigned to monitor a species approaching that threshold.They expected to have more time. Joe Wong and his drill accelerated the timeline by decades.Flipper's telepathic abilities expand dramatically. Through their neural bond, Joe experiences a vast web of information and awareness spanning not just the solar system but reaching outward toward staggering distances. The network is not just communication-it is a record, a memory, a library accumulated over timescales that make geological epochs look like coffee breaks. The signal does not care about qualifications. Joe activated the system. Joe is the node.He is not equipped for this. He is a driller-good with machines, rock, bourbon, and Flipper. Not a diplomat, not a scientist, and not the person anyone would choose as humanity's interface with intelligence predating complex life. But the network does not operate on human organizational charts.The political fallout is immediate. Helios tries to claim proprietary rights to the network-a legal position so absurd it would be funny if the company did not have the resources to cause real damage. Dome governments react with a volatile mixture of awe and panic. The Visitors, no longer passive observers, begin communicating openly, and their communications reveal that the coming changes are neither optional nor reversible.Dale Wong, preacher and friend to Keth, becomes an unexpected bridge between species. His faith, broad enough to accommodate an alien at the dinner table, proves remarkably well-suited to helping people process the revelation that the universe is far more crowded and far more interested in humanity than anyone believed. Linda keeps making cookies and feeding everyone who walks through her door-the most human counterpoint to cosmic-scale events imaginable.Book four of BETWEEN THE ROCKS transforms the series into first-contact narrative-not ships descending from the sky, but the slow recognition that contact has been happening for years, quietly, at kitchen tables and in church pews, in the resonance of a mineral humming in the dark since before life crawled from Earth's oceans.The truth is in the signal. The patience is in the Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. In the asteroid belt, no one can hear your company file for bankruptcy.The asteroid belt is where companies go to make fortunes or die trying. Helios Extraction Corp is running out of time for the first option, and Joe Wong has been pushed to the edge of the solar system on what everyone knows is a Hail Mary operation-one last strike big enough to save a drowning company.The belt is a place of extremes: unimaginable wealth locked inside tumbling mountains of rock and ice, separated by stretches of nothing so vast they break minds trained for dome living. The nearest emergency response is measured in days or weeks. A pressure suit breach converts a living person into a permanent fixture of the interplanetary void in the time it takes to draw one last surprised breath. The recruitment videos show gleaming rigs silhouetted against Jupiter's banded face. The reality is a cemetery dressed up as a gold mine.The belt crew is a collection of veterans, refugees, and risk-takers who have nowhere else to go. They operate equipment held together with improvised repairs and sheer determination. Joe finds unexpected allies-people who have seen too much and stayed silent too long, who recognize in Joe's questions the same unease they have been suppressing for years.But out here, the alien mineral signatures are impossible to ignore.They pulse through the asteroids like a heartbeat, forming patterns that dwarf anything Joe found on Earth or Mars. Flipper-Joe's telepathic dog, whose abilities have continued to evolve in extraordinary ways-describes something like music heard through stone, like mathematics felt as emotion. Through their deepening neural bond, Joe experiences it too: a sense of vast, patient presence embedded in the substrate of the belt, something waiting with patience measured in geological ages.Their shared consciousness has matured into something extraordinary. Joe can see through Flipper's eyes when they concentrate. Flipper can access Joe's technical knowledge and now has strong opinions about extraction methodology. They dream together, and the dreams are increasingly strange-visions of structures and presences that neither generates consciously.When Joe's team is assigned to asteroid HX-4417-a body the surveys describe as utterly unremarkable-everything changes. The drill breaks through into empty space. Not a natural cavity. Not a gas pocket. A room. A chamber carved with geometric precision from the living rock of an asteroid that has been tumbling through the belt for millions of years.Inside, the alien mineral lines the walls in patterns that Flipper identifies immediately as intentional, structured, and alive in some fundamental sense neither of them can adequately define. The chamber is cold and dark and utterly silent, and it is the single most significant discovery in human history.Joe stands in a room that something built before dinosaurs walked on Earth.The deposits across Earth, Mars, and the belt are not isolated phenomena. They are parts of a network-nodes and connections spanning the solar system and possibly beyond, created by an intelligence operating on timescales that make human civilization look like a mayfly's afternoon. And the Visitors-Keth's people, the beings who have been sitting at Linda Wong's kitchen table in the Tulsa Dome eating snickerdoodles-are connected to this network in ways that redefine everything.The Visitors see something Joe can only glimpse through Flipper's expanded consciousness-a purpose so vast it defies human comprehension.BETWEEN THE ROCKS takes Joe Wong into the deep black, where the distances are measured in AU, the dangers in seconds, and the truth has been waiting in the hollow dark longer than anyone imagined. This item is p Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.

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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Mars does not care how good you are with a drill. Mars just wants you dead.Joe Wong has been reassigned to Mars. That is the polite version. The less polite version involves Helios Extraction Corp's desperate grab for off-world mining contracts, a one-way ticket on a transport that smells like recycled sweat, and the growing suspicion that someone high up the food chain wants Joe as far from Earth-and from his impossible mineral discovery-as physics allows.The transit alone is enough to break most people. Months in a tin can hurtling through the void, breathing recycled air that carries the ghost of every exhale from every passenger before you, eating ration packs with all the culinary inspiration of flavored cardboard. The landing is worse. Mars gravity plays tricks on your inner ear for weeks. And the dust-that omnipresent rusty particulate-begins infiltrating your life from the moment you step off the transport, working its way into seals, joints, fabric, food, and eventually your psychology.Mars mining is a different beast. On Earth, you drill through familiar geology-rock formations mapped and understood for centuries. On Mars, every bore is a step into genuine terra incognita. Cave-ins happen differently in lower gravity. Dust storms strip protective coatings off equipment designed for far harsher conditions. The cold reaches your bones and does not let go.But Mars has its own secrets buried in ancient rock.The mineral signatures Joe found on Earth are here too-stronger, deeper, and arranged in geometric patterns that repeat with mathematical precision at depths corresponding to specific geological epochs. This is not scattered contamination. This is structure. This is intention. This is something placed here before the first human ancestor looked up at the stars.Flipper, Joe's telepathic dog and constant companion, is changing too. Their neural bond-forged by shared implants and deepened by exposure to the alien mineral-has grown more powerful. On the transport, Flipper binge-read technical manuals through Joe's implant and now has annoyingly well-informed opinions about drill bit metallurgy. In Martian gravity, the dog's telepathic range is expanding, picking up fragments of thought from people and systems that should be well outside his ability to perceive.Meanwhile, certain areas of the Martian mining zone-areas corresponding to the strongest mineral signatures-have been quietly marked off-limits by personnel who do not appear on any official Helios roster. Joe's reports about the patterns are met with conspicuous silence. His requests for analysis equipment are denied. And his conviction that the company is sitting on something world-changing is hardening into certainty.Back on Earth, the distance grows. Communications carry a signal delay that turns conversations into exercises in patience. His father Dale, still sharing meals with the Visitor Keth at Linda's table in the Tulsa Dome while she loads another plate of snickerdoodles, senses his son has stumbled into something that reaches far beyond corporate politics. Dale knows things about the Visitors he has never shared-not from deception, but from a preacher's instinct that some truths need to be arrived at, not delivered."I'll always be a dog and you'll always be Wong," Flipper reminds him when the red dust and the corporate silence threaten to break him. It is not an answer. It is better than an answer.The second book in the BETWEEN THE ROCKS series expands from Earth's claustrophobic domes to the hostile frontier of Mars, where the stakes are higher, the air is thinner, and the secrets are buried deeper than Joe ever imagined. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. BOOK 3: OIL - The SoulAmazon Book Description (3,889 characters)"The truth has been buried for eighty years. Now it's rising to the surface."The devastating conclusion to The Oklahoma Trilogy-where secrets buried in dirt and sand finally surface like oil under pressure, demanding reckoning.March 15, 1968. Thomas Brennan's expose of the My Lai massacre appears in The New York Times, forcing America to face what its soldiers did in Vietnam.Two months later, his father Paul will face what his grandfather did to claim their Oklahoma land.And the reckoning will cost everything.The farm crisis is crushing family operations across Oklahoma. Federal programs that sustained small farmers are disappearing. Debt accumulates faster than crops can pay it down. The Brennan farm-saved from dust, maintained through war-is dying anyway.As economic pressure builds, geological pressure builds too.Caroline Brennan drills for oil on family land and strikes something bigger than petroleum-evidence. Historical records. Geological markers. Proof that their grandfather Jacob didn't win their land fairly in the 1889 Land Rush.He killed for it.Paul Brennan, seventy-six and dying, must choose: keep the comfortable lie or speak the devastating truth. His father never told him. His grandfather buried it. Three generations have benefited from stolen land without knowing-or without wanting to know.Zac Brennan, the faithful preacher facing terminal cancer, must decide: institutional loyalty or prophetic witness? Protect the family's reputation or speak truth that will destroy it?The third generation-Thomas, Elizabeth, Caroline, Samuel Levi-must answer: What do you owe to people you never met for land you've always owned? What does restoration look like when the damage was done eighty years before you were born?Because oil reveals what's underneath. Drill deep enough and you strike truth, whether you want it or not. The pressure builds. What's been hidden must surface. What's been denied must be faced.OIL explores: Historical reckoning with violent American settlementInherited guilt and generational responsibilityLand restoration and indigenous reparationsThe 1889 Oklahoma Land Rush and its hidden violenceFamily secrets that poison across generationsTruth as oil-concentrated, powerful, transformative"A stunning conclusion that refuses easy redemption while offering something more valuable: honest accounting. This is how you end a trilogy."The dirt was their body-physical survival through catastrophe.The sand was their spirit-transformation across generations.The oil is their soul-the concentrated essence of truth they've been avoiding.OIL answers the question the trilogy has been asking from the beginning: What do you do when you discover your inheritance was bought with blood?Perfect for readers who loved: There There by Tommy OrangeThe Nickel Boys by Colson WhiteheadThe Son by Philipp MeyerThe Round House by Louise ErdrichThe Poisonwood Bible by Barbara KingsolverTHE OKLAHOMA TRILOGY-COMPLETE: DIRT: The Body - Survival through the Dust Bowl SAND: The Spirit - Transformation through prosperity OIL: The Soul - Reckoning with buried truthThe Brennan family saga concludes here. The truth has risen. Now comes the living with it. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.