Into The Great Darkness

By George Watson

Four tales from The Great Darkness,

The Jellies:
The Agri Empire had developed rapidly for close to a thousand years, successfully driven by the twin beliefs; one, that long ago in ancient times ‘The Great Maker’ had decreed that the Agris had the supreme right to expand throughout the Great Darkness of the galaxy and two, that they were the only intelligent beings in existence!
Eventually, far out near the rim the Agris discovered a blue planet, only marginally useful for planting their ravenous crops because it was mostly covered in water. However, attacking the primitive culture on the world by seeding would make the Agris question their own existence and long held convictions...

The Moon Rings:
Fifty three years ago during the first incursion by the alien warrior race of the Trills, his betrothed had disappeared. Now, as the long and costly conflict that Earth could endure no longer wound to a close and on the eve of a desperately needed peace treaty, he learned of her fate.
‘Hope springs eternal’ is an oft said adage. What is not often said is, ‘So does hate’.

Letters From The Great Darkness:
He sat in the ancient ruins of New York clasping her old and tettered letters from a lifetime ago and whispered, “After all this time, not even The Great Darkness itself can make me forget you”.

The OWC's Return:
The suborning of local planetary leaders was well practiced by the Krellan Diplomatic Corps. Indeed it is this aspect of slavery/recruitment that enabled the ‘Empire of the Green Sun’ to effortlessly expand over several hundred years.
Until Scout-Kaptain Drec, came upon a marginal planet out near the rim populated by the most savage creatures he had ever seen;
It was called Earth, of course!

• Language: English
• Publisher: George Watson
• Release date: Nov 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463906248

George Watson

After a long, career in engineering, where I worked on merchant ships, in various factories that produced Pharmaceuticals, Chemicals, Long Playing Records (yes those black plastic disc thingies about the size of a dinner plate and yes, I’m that old!) and latterly in Aircraft Design at Boeing and BAe, I was lucky enough to be able to retire to Spain.A great admirer of the older (of course) science fiction writers of the 50’s to 80’s I thought I would like to try to emulate them.As my wife likes to say, and does often, “At least it keeps you off the street corners and out of the Spanish bars...”