Worlds Like Dust: The Battle for Earth - Part 1 by Lazlo Ferran

Domes now cover Earth's big cities and soon a force field will trap Earth inside!

Worlds like dust: the battle for earth - part 1

Domes now cover Earth's big cities and soon a force field will trap Earth inside!

The jackal-headed Ischians are here! When General Jake Nanden retired from the USAC, he could never have guessed that his greatest battle was still to come.

Since then, he has joined a spiritual cult called the Blue Path, trying to establish communication with a few peaceful Ischians.

But now his world has been torn apart; his wife and youngest son have been killed, probably his eldest too and the Los Angeles and Washington citizens sweat it out under inescapable alien domes.

His son, Stone, warned him of the invasion and he joined up with Gary Enquine to form a rudimentary resistance network.

Now, they must find a way to rise up and defeat the conquerors of Earth! Nanden must escape and unite the remaining human and clone forces, scattered across the Solar System.

But time is running out! Soon, a necklace of giant starships will encircle the Earth and enclose it within a giant, inescapable force field.

This tense, all-action sci-fi thriller never lets you pause for breath and the action could be compared with Starship Troopers or Star Wars.

But it's not just superficial action, there is the deeper thread of Jake Nanden's own journey as a reconstructed replicant or clone and the struggle of the last humans in a world increasingly controlled by replicants.

An intensely and beautiful Science Fiction with a twist, if you love Phillip K. Dick, Isaac Asimov or Arthur C Clarke and Stephen Baxter, you will like this.

Categories: fiction, science fiction, alien, thriller, first contact, clones, starship, genes, invasion.

Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / Military

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / High Tech

Language: English

Keywords: scifi, dystopia, thriller, war, Io, Jupiter, iron cross, medal, valour, gallant, android, robot, reploid, cyborg, the lost starship, pod, tanks, armour, military, assault, starship troopers, blade runner, phillip k dick, Arthur C Clarke, Stephen Baxter, Isaac Asimov, greg bear, mechanical arm, first invasion, violent, dog-like, aliens, Anubis, jackal, replicants, genes manipulation, paths of glory, gears of war, clones

Word Count: 63000

Sales info:

The book has always sold well, because it is the climax to the series!


Sample text:

On my screen, the computer displayed a wireframe of the great station, showing that my course still looked correct for the docking point.

But when only a kilometre from the docking bay, I saw that I would miss it by more than the thrusters could compensate for, on the tiny amount of hydrogen left in the tanks.

How can this happen?

I could only speculate briefly that the J Station must be on an erratic course, perhaps caused by damaged to its structure. I had no more time to think about it.

I pressed the ignition switch for the three remaining big engines but nothing happened!

Somewhere, something on the propulsion system had failed, which I shouldn’t have surprised me. I felt lucky to have made it off Earth.

There seemed only one thing to do. Closing my helmet and switching the suit-oxygen supply on, I opened the EVA locker. In a new craft, there would be a small, waist-mountable thruster kit as well as the safety cord. As I had expected, the thruster kit had gone but the cord still lay there. I coiled it hastily and clipped one end to my belt. Punching the canopy emergency release switch, I released my safety harness. As soon as the cockpit had decompressed, the canopy ejected and drifted away from the craft.

The SU-401 had been designed as a two-man ship. I struggled to turn around in my seat and reached through to the EVA locker in the weapons officer compartment. I just managed to grab the second safety cord as it floated out. I clipped the end to the free end of my cord. Now I would have twice the distance to travel before I would have to abandon the SU. Standing up on the seat, I aimed my head towards the docking bay of the J Station, allowed for deflection and pushed off as hard as I could. I had just enough time to think how unlikely this manoeuvre would be to succeed before a change in my orientation warned me to pay attention to the cord.


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