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    Liquid Blue, Book 1, Part I
    Liquid Blue, Book 1, Part I
    Liquid Blue, Book 1, Part I
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    Liquid Blue, Book 1, Part I

    By S.A. Mulraney

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    The year is 2074. It's been 60 years since first contact. Sixty years since the creature entered Dr. Nigel Llewellyn's office and handed him the device that would spark man's venture into interstellar travel. His great-great grandson, Caeden Llewellyn lives in a mining colony on Jupiter's moon, Callisto. It is on the giant gas planet that man mines the mysterious element that makes instantaneous travel and their technological advances possible; Llewellium, better known as Liquid Blue.

    This is Part I of a 3-part book. It is ~18,000 words.

    In Part I, we find Caeden Llewellyn venturing out on a school field trip that goes devastatingly awry.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherS.A. Mulraney
    Release dateJun 24, 2014
    ISBN9780989944441
    Liquid Blue, Book 1, Part I
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    S.A. Mulraney

    S.A. Mulraney was born and raised in New Jersey. He attended The Richard Stockton College of New Jersey where he received a bachelor's degree in Literature. While there, he studied creative writing under the careful eye of a Pulitzer-prize winning poet.S.A. Mulraney's first full-length novel, DANNY DIRKS AND THE HEIR OF PENDRAGON, is being released Summer 2014. A young adult fantasy, look for it here and at most major online retailers.He currently lives in Central NJ with his wife and son.

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      Liquid Blue, Book 1, Part I - S.A. Mulraney

      Liquid Blue

      Book 1, Part I

      By S.A. Mulraney

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      Published at Smashwords.

      Prologue

      Thursday, November 1, 2014

      Sandia National Laboratories

      Albuquerque, New Mexico

      8:46 pm

      Dr. Nigel Llewellyn scratched a note onto the pad on his desk. He had to remember lunch with Jenkins on Tuesday of next week. It had completely fled his mind yesterday, but that was sort of the way things went lately. At least everything that wasn’t tied to his present project. He leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen to his chin. There was so much to remember. So much that he had to keep track of. There was no one else who was as efficient.

      He glanced around his office. It was dark, and the only light was that from his desk lamp and the faint glow of the light in the hallway. He should really set up a cot or something. It wasn’t like he slept much anymore. Besides, he really had nothing at home that he didn’t have here. At least not since Mary died.

      His wife of forty-five years had been diagnosed with cancer and died all within a 6-month span of time. Less than a year later, he could admit that he would never recover from it. He sunk himself into his work at a breakneck pace for a man of 76. His coworkers tried their best to persuade him to leave at a reasonable hour every day. They didn’t understand. Home was where Mary had been. For forty-five years he had gone home at 5, willingly, knowing that whatever work he had would still be there the next morning. But now, he had nothing to draw him away. The house they had called home for at least 30 or so years was now just a reminder of happier times. And going home at the end of the day did nothing but remind him of how miserable he was. He’d built his life around her and now that his foundation was gone, he could feel his life slipping away.

      He glanced at a collage of pictures on his office wall. He wiped the tears out of his eyes. There was a picture of the two of them taken in 1973. Young, fresh, fit, and happy. The boat on Lake Havasu. Hiking the Canyon. Vegas before what happened there stayed there. The children. Their children. The children still made him happy, but he couldn’t stand the look on their faces when they visited. It was just too clear to them that the loss of their mother had shattered him. No one ever said anything. They all just tucked it away and smiled their sad knowing smiles and he’d grown to loathe the silent pity.

      It’s time to go home, he said to no one.

      Standing, he took his coat from the rack next to the desk and hesitated. He looked around and found his briefcase. It was open, with a smattering of papers scattered into it. He stacked them neatly and closed the lid. A distinct odor came to him as he shut the lid and he let out a little gasp. Opening the lid, he wondered if perhaps one of the cats had left him a present. A mouse or maybe even a bird? How could he have not noticed that stench before? He opened the lid again and leaned close. It wasn’t the brief. He shivered at the sound behind him, but spun around standing upright as if to attention.

      There, now blocking the doorway and the light from the hall was a large hooded figure in long robes. Dr. Llewellyn dropped the brief and let out a weak cry. He moved quickly behind the desk.

      Who the hell are you? How the- how the hell did you get into my office? The door…it’s…locked. Who the hell are you?

      His voice grew weaker as he spoke. He realized that this (was it a man?) thing before him was what smelled so foul. Like a mix between rotting carcass, vomit, and wet dog. He felt his legs growing weak. The phone. He needed to call for help. The creature moved toward him. He reached for the phone, but there was no tone when the receiver reached his ear. The man (no it wasn’t quite a man) had closed the gap between the doorway and the desk, holding up an arm into the light of the desk lamp. It was the phone cord, neatly unplugged from the wall.

      But, it wasn’t the plug that Dr. Llewellyn was now staring at. It was the arm and the hand that held the plug. It was like nothing he had ever seen before.

      Halloween was last night, he said weakly.

      The thing moved swiftly into the light of the desk lamp. It was no man. No costume was that elaborate. The hand that held the cord was covered in short dark bristly hair, with no sign of a nail or claw of any type. There were four fingers that he

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