Book One
The Ostinato Series.
Live life on the edge of sanity.
Trevor, an orphan at thirteen, bounced around the Far-east searching for something, trouble was he didn’t understand what. Wracked with insomnia and tired of traveling the world, he’d returned home to be more “normal” and took a job from his older brother, he failed at normal. When world events reignite his pursuit of the inexplicable to a sleepy West Texas town, his world took a turn to the bizarre and unimaginable.
Caught between fantasy and reality, Trevor must face his greatest fears and admit some things can’t be explained. Unseen forces drive him to his destiny. Will Trevor be able to discover what created the Lights in the Night and get the girl, or lose his grip on sanity?
Don’t miss Lights in the Night, the first of the Ostinato series by Greg Alldredge. If you like tales with quirky characters and a metaphysical search for hard to answer questions, then this Speculative Fiction will have you turning the pages! Come check it out!
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / Space OperaI have over 30 books published in several SF/F sub-genres; I would like to increase my international readership.
Everyone in the town called ‘Old Sits’ the crazy old hermit. He was one of those men that by choice decided to live a life of solitude in the open desert.
Yet, this particular night, he was on a mission. Like a forward observer, he was equipped with surveillance equipment more suitable to the NSA or catching cheating spouses. He was dressed in a ghillie suit, the camouflage netting covering his entrenched position. A high-power camera, hyperbolic microphone, and four-inch tripod-mounted telescope were all targeted at the distant southern mountain range under observation.
Any rational observer would recognize someone who was spying on someone or something. He had chosen to position himself here in this very location, watching the same chunk of real estate, for the last four months. Every night from before moonrise to first light, he ate cold spam sandwiches and drank vodka, waiting for anything to happen.
Imagine his surprise when something finally did happen. Not what he had expected, and more importantly not from the direction he anticipated.
While the hermit watched the mountain, the mountain watched Old Sits. In truth, two Air Force security guards sat in a room several miles off, checking everything on twenty-five computer screens. They even had a dossier on the old man up on a screen, waiting for him to cross an imaginary line.
His movements had been tracked from when he left his ‘37 Ford pickup parked in a ravine several hours ago and many miles away, to where he now camped. Old Sits couldn’t be blamed for losing the surveillance war. The U.S. Government came to the table with a massive budget and could afford better spook gear.
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Already translated.
Translated by Esteban Hoogma
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