So you know. You’ve got a book, sitting there. It wants to be read. You’ve been holding out for books one and two in the series, but the book…it just sits there. Smiling. Whispering.
On the other hand (there’s always another hand, unless you’re a fan of the old movie Fiddler on the Roof, but I digress…) hubby’s gone off to work for a few days, my back is sore so there’s a limit to the *useful* things to do. An entire evening lies ahead.
Some of the other bloggers have mentioned jumping in with book three, The Return, and finding it fairly easy to understand. The other two are on the way; I can fill in the blanks soon enough.
Fine, then. I know when I’m beat.
So every once in awhile I post up a novel’s opening paragraphs, and I’m going to do that again here. Keeping in mind this is not the beginning of the series, though.
Friday, February 21, 2020: Mars
The small point of light moved toward them, an unhurried but relentless advance across a lifeless red plain. Not an out-of-the-ordinary sight on Earth, perhaps–a slow vehicle crossing the high desert. But this was Mars. And until moments ago, eight Martian astronauts, along with all of mankind, had thought those explorers were the sole living beings on this forsaken, desiccated planet.
“The glint’s still headed straight for us.” Rear Admiral John Wells, known to his crew as “Hawk,” pointed at the computer display, consternation knitting his brow. “At the current speed of advance, it’ll be here in three days. Tops.”
John heard the quickened breathing of the seven other astronauts gathered around him in the quiet of the Martian morning. Hemmed inside their tight cylindrical home, the crew formed a tense circle in the mission operations center of their laboratory module.
“You’ve only seen those reflections at sunrise, right?” Martin Oswald, their lanky flight engineer, better known as “Oz,” winced as he plucked hair from the side of his head. The guy’s nerves had gotten so bad the bald spot was hard to miss now.
Colonel Melanie Knox nodded and looked up from a data terminal, her small frame bristling with energy. “Satellite surveillance picks up a glint as it crosses the horizon every morning. But only at low sun angles. There’s no mistake–something’s out there. I woke you because I wanted you all to see for yourselves.” She studied her wide-eyed crew-mates and waved a hand across the screen. “Whatever it is, guys, it’s closing in on us.”
So there you have it. Does this give a sense of setting, a sense of character? Can you see the genre?
Heh. The library just called. Book two–The Proof–is in for me to pick up. Whatever happened to The Evidence? Do I have to read the entire trilogy BACKWARDS? Why didn’t I just go buy them in the first place?