Edge of Tomorrow - Softcover

Westbrook, Lyle D.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1458206262 ISBN 13: 9781458206268

Verlag: AbbottPress, 2012

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As Star Wars", "Indiana Jones", and "Harry Potter", were for people of all ages. "Edge of Tomorrow" will also excite the imagination with thought provoking unanswered questions about the origins of mankind, religion, and history, while taking the reader on one adventure after another. When an old friend asks a washed-up telepathic archeologist, Nathan Masterson, and his gifted dog Duke, to help unlock the mysteries of a very unique cave system along the British Columbia coast, a series of events would unfold that would open a vast subterranean tunnel system. A system filled with many unbelievable creatures and an ancient alien race, whose leader reveals the true origins of mankind. Then after returning home to northwest Montana, a local veterinarian, Patricia Smith, is attacked on Halloween. After Masterson and his family offer their protection they find out a Colombian drug-lord and tomb robber, Beltran Velasco is behind the attack and will stop at nothing to get his hands on the ancient medallion she has. After the FBI and CIA get involved, Masterson puts together a full exploration team and make their way to an ancient temple complex atop a mountain in northern Guatemala where Valasco's people have already zeroed in on. It is here the exploration team is sent on a quest through yet another underworld system, full of monsters, huge cities, and great adventures, far below Central and South America. Meanwhile the FBI AND CIA uncover a plot to kill the president after investigating the secret society the Velasco's are involved with".

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L. D. Westbrook combined his love of history and animals to explore another possibility of man's origins. Originally from Knoxville, Tennessee, he has resided in Washington State for over forty years.

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Edge of Tomorrow

By Lyle D. Westbrook

Abbott Press

Copyright © 2012 L. D. Westbrook
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4582-0626-8

Chapter One

October 1

Remote Homestead outside Kalispell, Montana

It had taken two years and four months, but the new house was just about finished. Except for some special touches and a little paint here and there, everything was on schedule to be done by Thanksgiving. I hoped things would be a lot better in the coming year because the new house had a lot more room than the two-story log cabin that Nathan's dad, Leroy, had built back in the 1950s.

Nathan Masterson, PhD in archaeology had moved here to northwestern Montana about three years ago from Knoxville, Tennessee. When he had died suddenly of a rare cancer about twenty years earlier, Nathan's dad had left him the property in his will. Because he was so busy with this dig or that ancient ruin or traveling from one country to another, Nathan had been unable to move in until then.

Before we headed back to the cabin, Dad decided to take a walk around the island that he had made from the property Leroy had left him. The island was oval shaped and measured 2,400 feet long by 1,800 feet wide. It was just a little strip of land between two small rivers, not much bigger than creeks back when Leroy Masterson had bought the property in 1958. He'd built the ultramodern, five-bedroom log cabin as a combination hunting/fishing lodge and vacation home for his family and friends. However, his wife, Dotty, Nathan's mom, hadn't liked the idea of the cabin in the woods. So, except for just a few weeks a year and mainly by clients, the property was seldom used.

Dad, as I call him since he adopted me from the veterinarian clinic two years ago, talked as we walked and told me of all the changes he had made since he decided to call this place home. He had the riverbeds between the island and the mainland dug out to measure 480 feet across, at an average of forty feet deep after it was flooded on each side of the island. All the silt and rock was dug up and dumped on the island side and then spread out until it raised the elevation of the island to an average of two hundred feet above the mainland. Even the cabin had to be raised. Giant boulders lining the banks of both the island and the mainland made it look similar to a medieval castle with a moat. Dad had also installed some very high-tech defense capabilities into this island fortress.

Many trees had been planted around the island, such as ponderosa pines and cottonwoods. And, on the south end, five different types of fruit trees, at ten trees each had been planted to form an orchard. Flower gardens and little fish ponds with Japanese-style bridges built across them had also been put in. A rock-lined pathway circled the island on and just under the ramparts of the wall, while others zigzagged across and through the heart of the island.

The new house had been built on the north end, where the land rose about fifty feet higher than the rest of the island. It was constructed from large boulders, logs, and a strong but lightweight concrete that left very few right angles. In fact, the whole inside of the three-story structure made one feel as if he or she were in a giant cave system. But it was a very beautiful cave, and it had all the amenities of a five-star resort and then some. All the rooms were oval in shape with large, rounded windows and domed ceilings with skylights.

We stopped for a few minutes atop the rampart on the northernmost end of the island, where we took in the beauty of the blue-green lake, the green forest, and the mountains beyond.

"It's finally coming together, Duke," Dad said with satisfaction as he gave me a pat on the back. "And when the new house is finished, we will have a lot more room when family and friends come to visit."

"Yeah, it got pretty crowded last year with Anthony, Lynn, and all the grandkids," I woofed.

Just then, I heard the pitter-patter of little paws coming up the path, and I saw all four pups racing just as fast as they could go. It's hard to believe they were just four and a half months old and already as big as they were.

"Papa! Papa!" Molly yelped. "Mama sent us to fetch you and Grandpa for dinner."

"We're having Kibbles 'n Bits, and Aunt Dawn and Grandpa are having chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, and peas," Rufus barked.

"Papa, can I have chicken?" asked Duke Junior.

"No," I replied, "chicken bones are not good for you."

"Hi, Papa," Lucy barked as she came over and gave me a little nuzzle with her nose. Then she went over to Nathan and said hi to her grandpa. He scratched her behind the ears and down her back and then gave her and all the pups a big hug.

All the pups were very loving, but Lucy was probably a little more so. She was the smallest of the four and seemed to want a little more attention than the rest. She was also the spitting image of her mother, Duchess. Duke Junior was the biggest and looked more like me. Rufus took a little more after his mother, and Molly resembled both me and her mother equally.

As we all entered the cabin through the kitchen door, Duchess came over and gave me a little lick on the nose. "Hi, hon. How was your day?" she asked.

"Great. We should be able to move over to the new house before Thanksgiving," I replied.

Dawn came over and gave her dad a peck on the cheek. "By the time you guys get washed up, dinner will be ready." She was the youngest of Dad's four human children, and she had lived with us since breaking up with her boyfriend six months earlier. At twenty-five, Dawn, a five foot six blond-haired, brown-eyed cutie with a little turned-up nose, had still not figured out what she wanted to be when she grew up. She did have a lot of artistic talent that Dad had tried to get her to pursue, but she was still sitting on the fence.

Dad had been married and divorced twice and had two children from each marriage. Anthony, at forty-one, was the oldest and lived in New England with his wife, Karen, and their little girl, Megan, age five. They had their own real estate business.

Lynn was the next oldest, at thirty-eight. She lived with her husband, Mathew Dawson, and two children, Paige, age eight, and Willard, age six, in the Seattle area. Mathew was a computer technician for a big corporation.

David was next, at thirty, and was an architect. His partner, Ken Amberson, handled the construction side of their business and did most of the work on our new house. David had a house on the west side of Flathead Lake, about thirty minutes south of Kalispell, Montana, where he lived with his ten-year-old daughter, Arista, and their little dog, Skipper. But since he lived so close, he stayed with us during the winter months and helped Dad work on the new house. Arista's school had a computer link set up so students in remote areas like ours could stay at home during the worst part of the winter and still get their lessons.

After Dad said grace over dinner, we all dug in. Dawn had put some chicken gravy on our Kibbles 'n Bits, which really made it delicious.

"Junior, you and Rufus quit gulping your food," Duchess scolded.

"Yes, Mama," they answered in unison.

"You guys know better than that," I told them.

"Honey, this dinner looks fantastic," Dad commented.

As we ate, I noticed Dawn looking at her dad with wonder. "With all you have been through in your life, Dad, how do you stay so young?" she asked.

"I don't know, sweetheart. Maybe I've just been lucky, or maybe it's just because the good Lord has blessed me with a healthy life," he replied.

Dad was...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: AbbottPress
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2012
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1458206262
• ISBN 13: 9781458206268
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 484
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