Sleeper Agent
The Vrotogore Invasions 1
Sean Gibbons
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Synopsis
Sleeper Agent is an exciting, gothic tale aimed at young adult readers and written in the style of the classic 20th
Century pulp sci-fi magazines.
Filled with strange creatures and otherworldly beings from distant galaxies, Sleeper Agent centres on an earth human called Zach, who finds himself at the centre of a
terrifying intergalactic war.
A reluctant agent of the alien Rejaelan race, Zach undergoes highly advanced training in order to prepare himself for a looming invasion of despicable and evil creatures
originating from the Alpha Centauri quadrant. But a succession of unforseen events conspire to rapidly hasten Zach's destiny as future Earth saviour as he struggles to
protect mankind from the impending Vrotogorian menace.
About The Author
Sean Gibbons was born in Brooklyn, NYC but has been living for the most part in the west of Ireland. An avid science
fiction reader from an early age, he now has an overwhelming passion for the genre.
Sean is a graduate of the Huston School of Film and Digital Media and maintains a keen interest in film, video and photography, and is currently working in the computer
service and multimedia industry. In the past he has supported local arts events under the umbrella of the Galway Arts Fringe Festival and was awarded second prize in the 1999
Galway Film Festival for a documentary he edited.
Having previously published poetry through the Western Writers Centre and Galway Now magazine, Sleeper Agent is his first fiction novella.
From The Book
Lying stationary, deep down in the bowels of the dark and muddy lake, the saucer-like alien spaceship pulsed and glowed
with a beautiful luminescence; the colours themselves constantly shifting as they morphed from one to the next. Of course, the alien ship had purposefully dived into the
depths of this lake that was only five miles from the Morris farmhouse. Its flight commander, appearing considerably impatient, paced about at his command post nervously, his
mind racing...
And then he saw it move - a strange black shape that earlier he had been struggling in vain to identify, but had eventually given up on, putting it down to
the general stress of the day making him a little edgy and perhaps more than a little paranoid as well. But it definitely had not seemed to fit with the rest of the natural
bedrock of the deep lake.
Something was a little off - something in the way that it appeared to be draped or even positioned in a rather peculiar way on the rocks and
sediment. And now, whatever it was, it was making slow movements here in the deep murkiness of the lake, quite close to the ship. A strange mysterious leviathan perhaps,
waking from a long slumber...
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