Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing (September 5, 2014)
Category: Soft Science Fiction
Available in: ebook, Aprox. 165 Pages
Available in: ebook, Aprox. 165 Pages
After 27 years as a
newspaper man, Peter Anderson’s career is slipping away… at least it was... until
he stumbled upon the story of a lifetime.
Sent to do a fluff piece about lights in the
night sky over Arizona, he discovers far more than he ever expected when he
comes upon a mysterious young woman held prisoner in a basement. After helping her to escape she disappears
before he can learn the truth about who she is or where she came from.
His search for her leads him
back to the lights in the sky and leaves him with more questions than
answers. The only thing he knows for
certain… the only thing he can count on are the two words offered repeatedly by
his friend and guide…. “IS BELT.”
Praise for Tegon Maus's 'Bob':
"After twenty seven years in the business, who wouldn’t want an
exclusive story, especially when “It’s the BIG one?” The one which answers
questions which has been asked my millions.
“Are there really aliens out there, and have they ever visited Earth?”
Well, journalist Peter Anderson is given the opportunity to find the answers to these questions, a journalists dream. However first he must travel to Payson, Arizona and interview Professor Donald Thorpe, luckily the doorman at the hotel has a ‘friend’ who can drive him. Meet Dimitri Rurik Petrova otherwise known as Bob!
The Professor says he has proof that the lights in the sky are real, and, what Peter sees that day, changes his life forever.
Soon, Peter and Bob find themselves rescuing Emma, a beautiful woman they discover being horribly tortured in a basement.
Then the fun begins as we discover the answers to many questions. If you’ve always wondered about those lights in the desert, if little green men have visited earth, and if spaceships exist the answers could be here….
Whether or not you believe the outcome, there is no denying that you will have great fun reading this very enjoyable science fiction story. It has all the essential components, good characters, a great plot and plenty of twists and turns to keep you guessing, right up until the end."- Susan Keefe, Book Reviews by Susan Keefe
“Are there really aliens out there, and have they ever visited Earth?”
Well, journalist Peter Anderson is given the opportunity to find the answers to these questions, a journalists dream. However first he must travel to Payson, Arizona and interview Professor Donald Thorpe, luckily the doorman at the hotel has a ‘friend’ who can drive him. Meet Dimitri Rurik Petrova otherwise known as Bob!
The Professor says he has proof that the lights in the sky are real, and, what Peter sees that day, changes his life forever.
Soon, Peter and Bob find themselves rescuing Emma, a beautiful woman they discover being horribly tortured in a basement.
Then the fun begins as we discover the answers to many questions. If you’ve always wondered about those lights in the desert, if little green men have visited earth, and if spaceships exist the answers could be here….
Whether or not you believe the outcome, there is no denying that you will have great fun reading this very enjoyable science fiction story. It has all the essential components, good characters, a great plot and plenty of twists and turns to keep you guessing, right up until the end."- Susan Keefe, Book Reviews by Susan Keefe
"This
is a cute science fiction piece that can't be put down until the last
"cousin" is discovered. Bob is so zany and endearing one can't help
but to love him in spite of his nefarious ways.
This
adventure moves very quickly, so one must keep on their toes to keep up with
the action. This novel starts off as the typical lights in the sky story, but
quickly morphs into an entirely unique tale of good and evil and the reader is
kept on the edge of their seat waiting to see what happens next. The end is
completely unexpected but completely hilarious. Anyone into sci-fi or comedy
would enjoy this delightful little gem that is worth reading again and
again."-
Belinda Wilson, Amazon Reviewer
"The
characters in this novella were well-developed and memorable. I was especially
interested in seeing what was going on with Bob because Mr. Maus dropped some
tantalizing clues about him early on. Bob’s tendency to understate important
things and overstate the trivial stuff was as as it was descriptive of who he
is as a man. He and Peter had personalities that were about as diametrically
opposed to one another as you can get, so it was amusing to see how they
interacted in stressful situations. Peter was a little harder to read, but I
soon came to appreciate his calmer and more reserved approach to life as the
plot thickened.
One of the things I enjoy the most about Mr. Maus’ writing style is how much energy he puts into describing his settings in great detail without slowing down the plot at all. Instead he sprinkled mesmerizing imagery into everything else that was going on. Sometimes the descriptions were funny. Other times they were eerie or mind-boggling. Peter visited some truly incredible places during the course of this tale, and I felt like I experienced them alongside him.
Bob was a wild ride. This is a great choice for anyone who likes speculating about the real origins of Unidentified Flying Objects."-LAS Reviewer, Long and Short Reviews
One of the things I enjoy the most about Mr. Maus’ writing style is how much energy he puts into describing his settings in great detail without slowing down the plot at all. Instead he sprinkled mesmerizing imagery into everything else that was going on. Sometimes the descriptions were funny. Other times they were eerie or mind-boggling. Peter visited some truly incredible places during the course of this tale, and I felt like I experienced them alongside him.
Bob was a wild ride. This is a great choice for anyone who likes speculating about the real origins of Unidentified Flying Objects."-LAS Reviewer, Long and Short Reviews
About
Tegon Maus:
I was raised pretty much the same as everyone
else... devoted mother, strict father and all the imaginary friends I could
conjure. Not that I wasn't friendly, I just wasn't "people
orientated". Maybe I lived in my head way more than I should have, maybe not.
I liked machines more than people, at least I did until I met my wife.
The first thing I can remember writing was for
her. For the life of me I can't remember what it was about... something about
dust bunnies under the bed and monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty
good because she married me shortly after that. I spent a good number of years
after inventing games and prototypes for a variety of ideas before I got back
to writing.
It wasn't a deliberate conscious thought, it
was more of a stepping stone. My wife and I had joined a dream interpret group
and we were encouraged to write down our dreams as they occurred. "Be as
detailed as you can," we were told.
I was thrilled. If there is
one thing I enjoy it's making people believe me and I like to exaggerate. Not a
big exaggeration or an outright lie mind you, just a little step out of sync,
just enough so you couldn't be sure if it were true or not. When I write, I always write with the effort
of "it could happen" very much in mind and nothing, I guarantee you,
nothing, makes me happier.
I have consistently placed
in the top 3 in 189 writing contest in a variety of genres and I have been
featured in magazines a couple of times to raise money for Saint Jude’s
Children’s Hospital.
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We stood, packed together like sardines,
afraid to go down the stairs, afraid to be found out. I was last to enter so I stood closest to the
door, holding it open an insignificant crack to see who it was that was about
to catch us.
Movement caught my eye.
My heart jumped into my throat and I pushed
back.
"Shit, it's Carl," I blurted
softly, turning to Bob.
Almost instantly, Fred darted down the stairs
ahead of Bob and me.
"Holy shit," Fred said, slapping
his hand over his mouth.
I was instantly angry at him. I was certain he had just given us away. As I rushed to him to shut him
Up, I bumped into Bob, who now stood frozen
in place along side Fred.
Then the unbelievable... a voice... a woman's
voice, speaking in Russian, pierced the darkness.
As my eyes became more accustom to the faint
light, pushing past Bob, I was jolted by the shocking image in front of
me.
Sitting before us at a wide, wooden table, a
woman... her hands, set in the middle of
its broad width, sat in a puddle of blood.
To my astonishment, jutting up from the back
of her hands were metal spikes... one in each hand... she had been nailed to the table.
"Peter, help me please," she
begged, lifting her head to look at me.
Her shoulders bent forward, her eyes pleaded
with me, as her lips quivered. Her face
had large purple bruises and a number of bleeding cuts.
I was stunned that she knew my name. There was an air of familiarity in her
appearance, in the tone of her voice, in her expressive eyes but I was certain
I had never seen her before in my life.
Before
I could move, the sound of the door opening at the top of the stairs sent us
scurrying for a place to hide.
We barely reached our hiding places before
the light of a single bulb flooded the room.
Carl's heavy footsteps pounded over my head and I pushed deeper under
the stairs.
"Miss me?" Carl's voice menaced
from mid-stair. An odd electrical,
crackling sound followed his question.
Its clicking buzz grew louder with each step
Carl took to the basement floor. As he
reached the bottom, his back to me, he made the sound once more. In his hand, a small black device with two
metal prods jutting out, an electric spark jumping between them... a tazer.
"You don't have to do this," the
woman cried, pulling hard at the spikes that held her tight.
"Have to? Want to, girlie." Carl chortled cruelly,
sparking the device again.
The woman began to speak rapidly in Russian
without taking her eyes off Carl as he approached, the crisp sound of the
tazer's spark echoing off the walls.
Then without warning, Fred leapt from his
hiding, attacking Carl. He jumped on the
man, shoving him backward, more out of surprise than by force.
Fred fought like a madman, punching Carl in
the face and chest alike, all with little effect.
Carl, having regained himself, simply swung a
huge arm knocking Fred to the floor. Bob
immediately took his place, planting a solid blow to Carl's jaw. The loud crack that followed shook me to the
core but Carl just shrugged it off, barely taking notice.
Again, Bob delivered a crushing blow,
knocking Carl off balance.
The bigger man returned the favor, punching
Bob in the stomach, folding him in half and then hit him in the face, sending
him into the table where the woman was attached.
Her scream filled the air, sending chills up
my spine, as the table disintegrated under Bob's weight.
My mind raced as I tried to decide what to
do. I was looking for a spot to jump in
between the two titans.
Suddenly, Fred reappeared from nowhere,
lunging headlong, throwing himself at Carl with no self-regard. He was a
lunatic, screaming, punching, scratching, biting all at the same time.
Carl brushed him away, striving to reach the
woman scrambling on the floor, trying to get up.
No time like now. I jumped on his back, riding him like a child
on his father's back.
Somehow, she was free of the table but still
impaled. She grabbed the spike in her
left hand, pulling at it. Her skin
stretched with the effort, clinging to the metal. Finally succeeding, she clutched it like a
dagger. Getting to her feet, she lunged
for Carl.
With shocking swiftness, she plunged the
spike into his chest.
It was Carl's turn to scream and he did... a
howling snarl of a growl that curled my toes.
"You should have killed me when you had
the chance," the woman said through clenched teeth, trying to force the
spike deeper with her weight.
"Fucking bitch," Carl shouted,
backhanding her, sending her to the floor again.
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