We're back with a Sci-Fi / Fantasy story:
Title: Seaville
Author Name: Jim
Reilly
Book Genre:
Sci-Fi / Fantasy
Publisher: Sayville Books
Release Date: September 30th
Buy Links: Amazon
Book Description:
When new neighbors, Mike and Ann Wells along
with their children CJ and Patricia, move into the southern part of town along
the Great South Bay of Long Island, they discover the true identity of their
neighbors.
Each of their new neighbors hosts a being from an alien race hiding from the cruelty of enslavement. This mysterious race needs the Wells family to help them navigate the complicated human experience while being concealed from a nosy but well-meaning old priest. But most of all, they must help them from being captured by a corrupt individual looking to make a profit off a race hoping to peacefully secure fuel to stay one step ahead of their former masters.
As the town of Seaville erupts into chaos, Mike and Ann try to keep their new friends concealed and safe. However, time is running out as their former masters search the universe for their lost property and inch closer to Earth.
Each of their new neighbors hosts a being from an alien race hiding from the cruelty of enslavement. This mysterious race needs the Wells family to help them navigate the complicated human experience while being concealed from a nosy but well-meaning old priest. But most of all, they must help them from being captured by a corrupt individual looking to make a profit off a race hoping to peacefully secure fuel to stay one step ahead of their former masters.
As the town of Seaville erupts into chaos, Mike and Ann try to keep their new friends concealed and safe. However, time is running out as their former masters search the universe for their lost property and inch closer to Earth.
Author Bio:
Jim Reilly is a new science fiction / fantasy novelist. He is a married father of four, born and raised in Long Island. After going back to college and finishing with an MBA, some of his professors gave accolades to his writing prowess. With that and encouragement from his wife, he wrote his first novel, Evolution.
The success of Evolution has inspired Jim to continue his writing efforts and finish his next science fiction / fantasy novel, Seaville.
From an early age, Jim always had a fascination with science, science fiction, and fantasy to a point that it became a passion of his. Now he enjoys putting that passion to paper. He has already penned his next book and is working on another.
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Excerpt One
Chapter 1
Toward
the end then back to the beginning.
As I sprinted out of my home heading
to my neighbor’s house across the street to look for my daughter, I
glanced toward town down the row of beautiful old Victorian homes on
my block. On the church roof visible to most of the area, there was a
man standing with his arms raised toward the south side of town. As I
focused in a little, it looked like old Father McNeal, the priest who of late
seemed to be out of touch in his waning years. He was wearing his
Sunday Mass vestments and was standing on the highest point of the
church. Still, as out of the ordinary as that was, it was the
least odd sight I would see that early summer evening
as dusk approached.
When I reached my neighbor’s house, I ran
around to the back just as town Police Officer Rothman sped
through the neighborhood flashing his lights and sounding his siren as he
headed in the direction of the Great South Bay. As relieved as I was
that he went by without stopping, I
was apprehensive and nervous about what was about to
happen.
Behind my neighbor’s house were old
metal cellar doors, and after I opened them, I quickly went down into
his basement where I found a large cabinet moved away from the
cement wall showing an entrance to a tunnel burrowed
deep into the ground. When I made my way through the passageway to the lower
levels, I noticed that the sediment holding the underground water from pouring
into the tunnels and cavities under this end of the town started
slowly to disintegrate as planned and that meant time was running
out.
I ran through the extensive tunnels I had been
through many times this past year, barely noticing the smell of rotting
seafood that was so prevalent my first time in the tunnels.
The maze was quite enormous, but I had an idea where to find my
daughter. She was supposedly not too far away beneath Henry’s parent’s
house. To get there, I needed to pass by the staging area where
the craft was preparing to leave. Just as I reached the ship, I saw
my neighbors, Ray Bannister and Earl Watson, run up to close the
cargo hatch on the right side of the craft and lock it shut. It was then that
we heard the banging and yelling coming from inside the ship.
A voice behind the door was saying, “Ray, we
negotiated! I came here in good faith
and you lock us in a room? I will not
stand for this! You better let me out,
or I will crush you! You can’t do this to me! I demand you let me out at
once! You’re making a big mistake!”
Excerpt Two
Chapter 1
Toward
the end then back to the beginning.
As I sprinted out of my home heading
to my neighbor’s house across the street to look for my daughter, I
glanced toward town down the row of beautiful old Victorian homes on
my block. On the church roof visible to most of the area, there was a
man standing with his arms raised toward the south side of town. As I
focused in a little, it looked like old Father McNeal, the priest who of late
seemed to be out of touch in his waning years. He was wearing his
Sunday Mass vestments and was standing on the highest point of the
church. Still, as out of the ordinary as that was, it was the
least odd sight I would see that early summer evening
as dusk approached.
When I reached my neighbor’s house, I ran
around to the back just as town Police Officer Rothman sped
through the neighborhood flashing his lights and sounding his siren as he
headed in the direction of the Great South Bay. As relieved as I was
that he went by without stopping, I
was apprehensive and nervous about what was about to
happen.
Behind my neighbor’s house were old
metal cellar doors, and after I opened them, I quickly went down into
his basement where I found a large cabinet moved away from the
cement wall showing an entrance to
a tunnel burrowed deep into the ground. When I made my way through
the passageway to the lower levels, I noticed that the sediment holding the
underground water from pouring into the tunnels and cavities under this end of
the town started slowly to disintegrate as planned and that
meant time was running out.
I ran through the extensive tunnels I had been
through many times this past year, barely noticing the smell of rotting
seafood that was so prevalent my first time in the tunnels.
The maze was quite enormous, but I had an idea where to find my
daughter. She was supposedly not too far away beneath Henry’s parent’s
house. To get there, I needed to pass by the staging area where
the craft was preparing to leave. Just as I reached the ship, I saw
my neighbors, Ray Bannister and Earl Watson, run up to close the
cargo hatch on the right side of the craft and lock it shut. It was then that
we heard the banging and yelling coming from inside the ship.
A voice behind the door was saying, “Ray, we
negotiated! I came here in good faith
and you lock us in a room? I will not
stand for this! You better let me out,
or I will crush you! You can’t do this to me! I demand you let me out at
once! You’re making a big mistake!”
I knew that voice because it belonged
to a conniving and powerful individual. He had more money than
he knew what to do with and still craved more. Yet, as successful as
he was and as wealthy as he was, he still liked to micromanage his
subordinates and rule whomever he dealt with using fear. The voice
paused, and then continued, “All right Ray, if you’re doing this to renegotiate
our deal, good strategy. It’s what I would’ve done, if I were in your shoes. So
I suspect you want a deal that is more profitable now that you have the upper
hand. Come on now, open the door and let’s renegotiate.”
As it would happen, this evening, instead of
doling out fear, he would have fear run through his body.
Because, behind that door, the powerful man and his
two unscrupulous associates started to hear a strange sound
entering the room from the rear of the dark cargo area. It sounded
like fingers tapping on a table-- not just one, but hundreds. As it
got closer and louder, an agitated man yelled, “What the hell are those?” The long legged spider-like creatures were
making their way toward him and his henchman.
We heard banging on the large metallic door. As
we started to walk away, I, along with Ray and Earl could hear the screaming
become louder. Then it faded. When we got around to the front of the ship,
I turned to Ray and Earl as if to say goodbye, but it was hard to say goodbye
to people I would still be seeing. However, knowing part of them would be gone forever gave me a sense of loss and I
knew I would miss the part of them I had gotten close to. Unfortunately, this
was not the time for long goodbyes; time was running out, and we knew it. Instead
we just bowed our heads toward each other, and Ray and Earl headed
into one direction toward the main entrance to the craft, while I
turned to head through the tunnel maze toward Henry’s house.
Keep being distracted by reading,
Urania
