Lawrence Sky
eBook Self-Publisher
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All my novels contain an exciting mixture of adventure and romance blended with an emphasis on information. Welcome to my genre of science fiction infotainment thrillers!
About the Author
Lawrence Sky is an American author living in North Carolina, with his wife and son. His youthful years were spent reading science fiction novels every chance he could get. “Alien Sinkhole” was the first novel written by Lawrence in a seven ebook companion series and an eighth book called HAIR.
Lawrence Sky holds a BS, MS, and a Ph.D. in Biological Sciences. Lawrence’s goal is to write and publish science fiction novels that entertain and educate. His writings reflect many years of research on the subject areas he writes about. Currently, Lawrence Sky is calling his work Science Fiction Infotainment eBooks. He wants to enlighten his readers about the science fiction genre using the rich canvas of eBooks.
Excerpt from Alien Sinkhole
Peder lay face up in the water feeling his lifesuit under his clothes. He feared using his lifesuit becoming too heavy to support him floating in the water. Looking up at heavy gray clouds, they were menacing in a darkening blue sky. His tight jeans and T-shirt started to weigh him down, pulling him deeper into the salty liquid. The waves slapping against him penetrated his inner thoughts. For the first time, he felt cut-off, alone, in a vast, watery world. He began to yell for Ava in his mind, and then aloud to the ocean. His body rolled with the motion of the waves, as numbness began to set in from loneliness.
“Ava!” he repeatedly shouted. Only the cold waves slapping against his face answered him. He couldn’t relax as the tension built up in his muscles from the thought of being alone. Something bumped his shoe causing fear to grip his chest. Not far behind him, he heard something break the water’s surface and then splashed back down. Frantically, he turned toward the sound. He strained to see what it was as he peddled to stay afloat. Something then brushed against his thigh moving too quickly for him to see what it was. He sensed there was more than one because several white swirls appeared around him. Finally, a large dark figure broke the water’s surface thirty feet away. It charged toward him and then rapidly veered away. All he saw was a large triangle of flesh sticking out of the water. Another triangle popped up until five more were circling him about twenty feet away. He knew it was just a matter of time before they would attack.
Excerpt From No Turning Back
Clone Number Three was a passenger flying into LaGuardia from Dulles International Airport in Washington, DC. He sat clad in faded blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a well-tailored dark blue blazer complete with a Yankee’s baseball cap pressed on top of his toupee. Hiding behind a false mustache and beard, he sat alone in a front-row seat with a semi-smirk on his smooth face while waiting patiently to make his move. His deep-set gray eyes missed nothing as he watched the flight attendants walk up and down the Business First Class aisles attending to passengers.
Once the seat belt light winked off, and thirty minutes into the flight had passed, he stood up and walked to the restroom in the front of the plane. Finding the area deserted, he stepped into the small cubicle and closed the door, while reaching for the metal soap dispenser. He pried the lock open with a special fingernail file made of hardened ceramic material which would not raise an alarm from the metal detectors at the airport. From a secret compartment sown into his jacket lining, clone Number Three tenderly pulled out one of several small plastic x-ray absorbing bags filled with a milky liquid substance. He carefully poured the contents of the bag into the soap dispenser and closed the lid back into place. He threw the bag in the trash can, washed his hands with the soap, but didn’t dry them. Instead, he energetically shook his hands, splashing water droplets everywhere on the restroom surfaces. Taking the opportunity to check his appearance, Number Three briefly looked at his speckled image as the water streaked down from the mirror. He smiled to himself as he left the restroom and closed the door slowly behind him. What luck to see a passenger impatiently waiting for him to exit the restroom and immediately run in behind him, unaware of his fate.
Excerpt From Hair
Clone Number Three was a passenger flying into LaGuardia from Dulles International Airport in Washington, DC. He sat clad in faded blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a well-tailored dark blue blazer complete with a Yankee’s baseball cap pressed on top of his toupee. Hiding behind a false mustache and beard, he sat alone in a front-row seat with a semi-smirk on his smooth face while waiting patiently to make his move. His deep-set gray eyes missed nothing as he watched the flight attendants walk up and down the Business First Class aisles attending to passengers.
Once the seat belt light winked off, and thirty minutes into the flight had passed, he stood up and walked to the restroom in the front of the plane. Finding the area deserted, he stepped into the small cubicle and closed the door, while reaching for the metal soap dispenser. He pried the lock open with a special fingernail file made of hardened ceramic material which would not raise an alarm from the metal detectors at the airport. From a secret compartment sown into his jacket lining, clone Number Three tenderly pulled out one of several small plastic x-ray absorbing bags filled with a milky liquid substance. He carefully poured the contents of the bag into the soap dispenser and closed the lid back into place. He threw the bag in the trash can, washed his hands with the soap, but didn’t dry them. Instead, he energetically shook his hands, splashing water droplets everywhere on the restroom surfaces. Taking the opportunity to check his appearance, Number Three briefly looked at his speckled image as the water streaked down from the mirror. He smiled to himself as he left the restroom and closed the door slowly behind him. What luck to see a passenger impatiently waiting for him to exit the restroom and immediately run in behind him, unaware of his fate.
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