Cover image for my novel “A Wobblegong and His Boy”

What can I say? It’s finally here and available in both Kindle and paperback formats. Be the first one to read and write an honest review of A Wobblegong and his Boy on Amazon and Goodreads.

Here’s just a sample of the excitement you can expect in this book:.

“For crying out loud, Dillion,” complained Mathie. “Now you’re even distracting me.” She looked up. “What is that, sand?”

Remmie could see what looked like smoke or fine particles swirling randomly above them. He remembered the thick layer of dust under his hospital bed and how it had disappeared when they moved him to his own room.

Sheppard abruptly shifted his gaze. Remmie figured he was accessing data through his implant. He wondered why everyone in the room wasn’t keeping their arguments private on the network.

“Okay,” Sheppard said answering the unheard voice. “You might as well bring them in now.” Then he looked at Remmie. “Maybe this will convince you we’re not trying to hurt anyone.”

“You really think this is a good idea, Emory?” said Mathie.

“We can’t keep them under wraps forever,” Sheppard replied.

Remmie jumped when something touched his hand. The fragment was twice the size it had been a few minutes ago and it was moving. He pulled his hand back, but a thread shot out and touched him again. It felt smooth and warm.

The dust cloud above them was spinning and getting thicker at its center.

“Damn it,” said Dillion. His eyes lost focus as he sent a message (probably) across the network. A light over the door started to flash amber.

“Did you really have to do that?” said Jain.

“Are you kidding?” Dillion stood up. “All of the changes have been outside until now. Who knows what this is?”

“Keep the kids out,” said Sheppard to someone.

The door hissed open and at the threshold Carl said, “Too late.”

Black smoke twisted, then turned into a blob, fell on the tabletop, and splattered. The water pitcher and glasses went flying in all directions. Dillion’s chair fell to the floor taking him with it. A woman screamed. The splatter pulled itself back together, pulsed, bubbled, and then sprang into a familiar shape.

“Wobble!” Remmie leaned over the table’s edge, his arms trying to hug a gelatinous neck.

“Remmie, you are alive!”

He looked past Wobble. It was Isadora standing next to Carl. Behind them were Cory and Jeff.

Wobblegong rippled, throwing Remmie against the back wall. It stood on four legs and grew first a wide mouth and then rows of fangs. Talons scratched the table’s surface peeling away the veneer. Yellow eyes fixed cruelly upon the Dua colonists as it hissed.