An exciting new space adventure
Coming in February from the pen (okay, okay: computer) of Mr. Valentine– a tale of telepathic aliens, dark matter, adventure, intrigue, and a touch of romance. The Midas Rush.
Following the discovery of an ancient village of aliens transformed into gold, Tresky Buffrum leaves his sheep farm on the planet Jones to seek adventure—and immediately finds himself marrying a mysterious beauty who lures him onto the long trek to the Midas Crater. Can Tresky defeat the interplanetary conspirators who seek to destroy the Midas Crater—and shatter his dreams of independence?
Here’s a sample:
“Where you from, Ebbril? Can’t place your accent or your looks.”
“Where do you think I’m from?”
“By your light skin, somewhere up northwest. Actually….” In a fit of drunken bashfulness, Tresky stared into his cup, which had somehow refilled itself. “Without meaning any offense, I find myself wondering if you’re a Pilk.”
Ebbril cocked her head to one side.
“Am I right?” Tresky asked. “You a Pilk from the coast of the Square Sea?”
“What have you heard about Pilks, Tresky?”
He screwed up his face, trying to squint at memories through a fog of alcohol. “Not much. ‘S too far away. Never met a Pilk. Never even knew anyone who had.”
“You’re right, Tresky. I’m a Pilk.”
For a moment he was speechless. Then he exploded, drumming his fists on the table and howling. “I married a Pilk! I married a Pilk!”
“Tresky, control yourself.”
He stopped drumming, but let out another howl. “Glory to the Diggers, on my first day in the city I meet a Pilk and on the second day I marry her. A Pilk! Whooha!” He started to shoot to his feet to do the Shearing Dance, but a spinning head changed his mind. Instead, he leered at Ebbril as though seeing her for the first time.
She glanced around nervously, seemingly worried that his noise might make the innkeeper complain. But he’d given the man a huge tip — well, at least a tip — to ensure against interruptions.
“What,” Ebbril demanded, “have you heard about Pilks?”