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The fifth book in the thrilling Donovan sci-fi series returns to a treacherous alien planet where corporate threats and dangerous creatures imperil the lives of the colonists.
The Maritime Unit had landed in paradise. After a terrifying ten-year transit from Solar System aboard the Ashanti, the small band of oceanographers and marine scientists were finally settled. Perched on a reef five hundred kilometers out from shore, they were about to embark on the first exploration of Donovan's seas. For the twenty-two adults and nine children, everything is new, exciting, and filled with wonder as they discover dazzling sea creatures, stunning plant life, and fascinating organisms.
But Donovan is never what it seems; the changes in the children were innocuous--oddities of behavior normal to kids who'd found themselves in a new world. Even then it was too late. An alien intelligence, with its own agenda, now possesses the children, and it will use them in a most insidious way: as the perfect weapons.
How can you fight back when the enemy is smarter than you are, and wears the face of your own child?
Welcome to Donovan.
About the Author
Greetings, All: I started out as a physical anthropologist, boiling human bodies and identifying pathological bone in the Colorado State University Laboratory of Forensic Anthropology. Life as a starving graduate student changed when Western Wyoming College offered me a field archaeologist position. With my M.A. in hand and a BMW motorcycle as my only transportation, I tied on a tent, then my little Sheltie dog Ted hopped onto the tank, and we were off to Rock Springs, Wyoming. Neither Ted, nor I, ever looked back. When winter interfered with "have trowel will travel" field work, I lived in the family cabin, built in 1859, high on Berthoud Pass in the Colorado Rockies. There, I read beside the wood stove, played stick with Ted, and enjoyed great classical music, up until the day I read a western novel that made me crazy. What set me off was the ending, where a herd of steers (neutered male cattle) were having spring calves. I threw the book across the room, vowing I could do better. I started my first book the next morning, and within two weeks had finished a 500 page Western novel. (Don't look so impressed, it was real crap.) But the bug had bitten. I LOVED writing.A couple of years, and eight unsold novels, later, I met Kathleen O'Neal (now Kathleen O'Neal Gear) at an archaeological meeting in Laramie. She was working as the Wyoming State Historian at the time. She stepped on my hat. I was raised old-school where you didn't wear a hat in a restaurant, so I'd thrown it on the floor. A couple of weeks later, we discussed writing over our first date, discovering yet another shared dream.Since then it's been one hell of a ride. I've published twenty novels under my own name in the fields of SF, Thriller, Historical, and Western, and another forty-some Prehistory, Techno-Thriller, YA novels and non-fiction articles co-authored with Kathleen. Together we have close to 18 million copies of our books in print and translated into 29 languages. We've seen our titles on the New York Times, the USA Today, Toronto Star, Het Parole, and host of other international bestseller lists around the world. These days we spend our lives writing novels and wrangling a wily shetland sheep dog named Jake. In January of 2021, Kathleen and I received the Owen Wister Award for lifetime contributions to Western literature. We are deeply honored and humbled by the award. We will be installed in the Western Writers Hall of Fame this summer. http://gear-books.com/post/92531699064/the-gears-at-cahokia-mounds-world-heritage
