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Native Western New York author, and world traveler, Bill Parker, spent most of his career engineering high-tech manufacturing systems for companies around the world. An accomplished deep space astrophotographer, he was a contributing editor for Modern Astronomy magazine when it was based in Attica, New York, working mainly on astrophotography articles and projects.
Bill Parker has been a Black Belt in Isshin Ryu Karate and a martial artist for more than forty years. The times when all that stood between him and certain death was his martial arts gave Bill the indomitable spirit that pervades his thinking and writing to this day.
Bill calls Earth his homeworld, but he is a steely-eyed outworlder to the very core of him.
What inspired you to write your book?
I am not crazy. Elm Cove really did exist in this time stream. I know it did. I spent my summer there when I was just 13 and just like in this story… it no longer exists. You have to believe me. Only you can save you. Resistance is not futile.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Prologue
July 25, 1999
Silently, the tiny portal swooped down over Honeoye Lake on a moonless night. The wind was calm, the lake like glass. Only the sounds of crickets and frogs broke the silence as the tiny portal zoomed in toward a small fishing camp. The ELM COVE sign quickly became visible as it approached, but the tiny portal continued on. It zoomed past the smoldering remnants of the campfire. It zoomed across the camp, over to a cabin with a “3” sign next to the door.
Cabin-3 was like all the rest. All were in need of a fresh coat of paint and minor repairs. All of the cabins had a screened-in front porch with a screen door that squeaked and would slam shut if you let it. All of them had rickety wooden front steps that landed on the well-trodden open parking.
On the hot summer’s night, 13-year-old Michael Phillips had just settled down to sleep after a long day. He was sleeping on a cot on the screened-in porch. He had come here to sail his small sailboard, but instead, spent all of his time with Kasia and her mother. Kasia was only ten, but she made young Mike smile every time he saw her.
The tiny portal came to rest on the cabin wall and suddenly opened up to become like an open doorway. Standing in that dark doorway was 38-year-old Doctor Michael Phillips, Ph.D. In his hand was an LED flashlight which he turned on and pointed at 13-year-old Michael Phillips’ face.
“Mike! Mike! You have to wake up! Mike! Wake up!” 38-year-old Michael Phillips said loudly to the sleeping lad.
13-year-old Mike struggled awake, leaned up on one elbow, and shielded his eyes from the bright light.
“Huh?”
“Mike, you have to wake up,” 38-year-old Michael Phillips told young Mike.
38-year-old Michael Phillips can see dark figures moving silently in the distance.
“Mike, Ilya needs you to protect her,” 38-year-old Michael Phillips told his young self. He knew full well that Kasia’s mother’s name was Alia, but a young Mike mispronounced it as ‘Ilya.’
“Huh? Who are you?” young Mike mumbled.
“I am you. No time to explain. Just go!”
Young Mike struggled awake, pulled on his tee shirt, grabbed his .22 rifle from under the cot, and slipped silently out the screen door.
38-year-old Michael Phillips turned to his left.
“This time loop is complete. Shut down the time portal,” he said.
The black portal dissolved.
Young Mike’s senses were on high alert. He could see dark figures moving silently around the camp. Silently, he moved through the parked cars and boat trailers, stooping down low so as not to be seen. Sweat ran down his face as he peered over the hood of the last car between him and Kasia’s Cabin-7. All the lights were off. He took a deep breath as a hand rested gently on his shoulder. Mike turned to find that it was Mr. Fallon.
“Mike, you’re a brave boy but no match for trained commandos. Go to Cabin-1. Alia needs you there right away. She has to finish this tonight. I’ll handle these guys myself,” Fallon told him in barely a whisper.
“Yes, sir, Mister Fallon,” Mike replied just as quietly.
Fallon slipped silently between the cars and disappeared as Mike turned around. Cabin-1 was all the way across the camp. Even so, Mike gathered up his courage and sneaked once more between the cabins, cars, and boat trailers.
Suddenly, two dark figures passed nearby as Mike held his breath. They were dressed in black and clearly carrying weapons. These guys looked tough as nails. If Mike wasn’t frightened before, he was now. Breathless, he sneaked forward from one dark shadow to the next, going in the opposite direction to the dark warriors. Sweat dripped from his face onto the ground.
His last big gap lay before him. It was the single-lane gravel road that led into Elm Cove itself. Mike checked all around before he ventured out of the last dark shadow to cross the road. No matter how softly he stepped on the gravel road, Mike could hear it crunch. He looked worriedly around and moved as quickly as he could. Off the road, Mike ran right up to the front of Cabin-1.
Slowly, Mike climbed the rickety front steps. Just as silently, he opened the screen door and went into the screened-in front porch. The cabin was pitch dark. Quietly Mike opened the cabin door.
“Miss Ilya?” he called out in a loud whisper. “It’s me, Mike.”
Directly across from him, a door opened just a crack. Alia, Kasia’s mother, stood just behind the door. Alia was exotically beautiful, five-feet-two with long, flowing brown-blonde hair, a creamy tan complexion, and violet eyes. Only ten, Kasia was obviously her mother’s daughter. Mike crossed what looked like an ordinary cabin’s main room to the inner door.
The dimly lit back room was familiar to Mike. He and Kasia had been here several times before. There was alien scientific equipment all around, but Kasia was there waiting for him as usual, with her big smile. She brought a smile to Mike’s face. She made this seem almost normal. She gave him a hug. She felt warm in his arms.
But Alia was in a hurry now. She adjusted several things on a large flat screen.
“We have to hurry. Kasha, stand here. Mike, stand here. I have to finish this quickly,” Alia told them as she walked over to a nearby table. She picked up a small white box and took out a thin white bracelet. She put it onto Kasia’s left wrist and smiled. Then she took the other white box and removed a white bracelet for Mike. When she put it on him, the bracelet contracted to fit him perfectly, then changed color to match his skin until it was almost invisible.
Then Alia looked deep into Mike’s eyes.
“No matter what happens, remember me. Remember me,” she told him.
That was odd. What did she mean by that? But then her equipment fired up. Its fields engulfed Kasia and Mike. Mike could feel them pulsating through him like an energy he had never felt before. All of him tingled. He could almost see himself sparkling. Then it finished. Whatever had happened was done, finished, complete.
But it was just in time. The door suddenly burst open, and those two very tough-looking commandos came in. Without so much as a word, the first commando raised his weapon and shot Alia. There was a brilliant flash and sparks as she simply disappeared. Mike was in shock, unable to even take a deep breath as the second commando raised a device and pointed it at Kasha. She fell, unconscious, to the floor. Mike tried to move, but the commando pointed the device at him. Blackness engulfed him as he fell to the floor.
But that was apparently not enough. The first commando leveled his gun at Mike and fired. There was a brilliant flash and sparks. The second commando scooped up Kasia and threw her over his shoulder. They left Mike for dead.