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Amidst Alien Stars Milijun Book 2 by Clayton Graham Genre: Science Fiction

Mysterious and chilling events on an alien world threaten the interstellar survival of the human race… They have awoken surrounded by alien stars. Following their abduction from Earth, Laura Sinclair and son, Jason, lead a group of desperate humans in a bid to forge their own future and that of their home planet. To succeed, they must solve the puzzle of extraterrestrial races in the throes of a perplexing and historic conflict. But they are in a strange new universe; on a bizarre and dangerous planet. Who can they really trust as they struggle to understand the challenging and hostile environment that holds them in a grip of iron? And what do the aliens really plan for them and their hybrid children? “There is world building of such depth and lush detail that you could almost feel it.” Kay Mack TOP 1000 REVIEWER “Not only is this an exciting, action-packed paged turner – I love the intelligence reflected, the witty dialogue, and the genuine depth in the characters’ emotions.” Meenaz Lodhi “Admirable world-building and the unsurpassable, indefatigable, drive of the human Spirit to not just survive, but to thrive, power this engrossing sequel to the author’s debut science fiction novel, MILIJUN.” Mallory A Haws Amidst Alien Stars is the second book in the Milijun series, but can also be enjoyed as a standalone. Goodreads * Amazon

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First Contact strikes out of nowhere … And aliens seize Laura’s son. But she will move heaven and earth to get him back, and as she becomes entrenched in a war of attrition with both the aliens and Earth authorities, she learns the fascinating secrets behind the extraterrestrial incursion. Challenged to breaking point, Laura will fight for the survival of her son and several other humans who are unwittingly being used as pawns in a terrifying game of cosmic survival. But she soon realizes that the aliens have plans for her, too. Can she accept the vision of a new interplanetary Earth, or will she fight to the end for a return to normality? Witness the most engaging alien invasion ever! The exciting first novel of a stunning Science Fiction mystery. If you like tales of first contact, secret military operations, and the people caught in the middle, then you’ll love this breathtaking new series. “Captured my interest from the very beginning, and never once let go.” Jenna – Indie Book Reviewers “If you love the genre, read this gem.” Julius Zon – Self Publishing Review “This is a must-read for science fiction fans who appreciate a hard scientific foundation, in the tradition of Asimov, Niven, or Heinlein.” Patrick Dent “Million? 5 stars are all Amazon permit!” Sarah Stuart Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

You can sign up for Clayton’s monthly newsletter at: https://claytongraham.com.au/ and receive a free copy of highly-rated ‘Silently in the Night’. As a youngster growing up in the cobbled streets of Stockport, UK, Clayton Graham read a lot of Science Fiction. He loved the ‘old school’ masters such as HG Wells, Jules Verne, Isaac Asimov and John Wyndham. As he left those formative years behind, he penned short stories when he could find a rare quiet moment amidst life’s usual distractions. He settled in Victoria, Australia, in 1982. A retired aerospace engineer who worked in structural design and research, Clayton has always had an interest in Science Fiction and where it places humankind within a universe we are only just starting to understand. Clayton loves animals, including well behaved pets, and all the natural world, and is a member of Australian Geographic. Combining future science with the paranormal is his passion. ‘Milijun’, his first novel, was published in 2016. It explores first contact and genetic engineering under an alien invasion. Second novel, ‘Saving Paludis’, was published in 2018. This book is more of a space opera and hard science fiction, but reflects all of mankind’s emotions: love, power, greed, comradeship and sacrifice. The exciting Milijun Book 2, entitled ‘Amidst Alien Stars’, was released in December 2019: this is the second novel in the Milijun Series. The novels are light years from each other, but share the future adventures of mankind in an expansive universe as a common theme. In between novels Clayton has published ‘Silently in the Night’, a collection of short stories where, among many other adventures, you can sympathize with a doomed husband, connect with an altruistic robot, explore an isolated Scottish isle and touch down on a far-flung asteroid. Work is now underway on a second anthology of Sci-Fi short stories. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Dawn found Laura studying the growth tanks again. It seemed like she came here every
morning, watching the children grow to maturity, one tank for each woman spirited away by
the Gliezans. And the DNA of her son, Jason, imprinted in each and every one of them!
Despite being just forty-two years old, she was grandmother to each, and the beholden
guardian of them all. She was also their mentor, albeit via the alien technology that currently
grew their bodies at almost forty times the normal rate. They looked human enough if you
could ignore the alabaster skin with a tinge of green around the cheeks and the clusters of red
hair floating above the small, flat ears, contrasting with what she thought of as their normal
brown hair. And, of course, their bright, steely eyes!
Small noses, of course, but at least the lips were human. Laura thought that was
important. She didn’t know why; it just was.
And already so tall! Perhaps half a head taller than Jason.
They looked about sixteen years old now and, like she and Jason and the other abducted
humans, had been circling around Glieze for just under five Earth-months. Simon Cordell,
had mentioned in one of his more lucid moments that the alien chemistry was silicon-based,
not carbon-based like that of humans. How could she believe that, for Jason’s DNA to
combine with such creatures?
Yet here was the evidence! She looked at the nearest child, floating in its tank, arms out
wide as if it were flying. The body was as near perfect as it could be. The face possessed an
aura of peace and confidence. The genitalia appeared normal. There were no tubes or other
connections to flesh. The chest did not rise and fall. But it was alive, as surely as she was.
And she could see the aura, flickering gently with muted colours inside the transparent tank.
Her powers induced at Milijun had not diminished. Indeed, they seemed to have grown.
She had the beginnings of a telepathic connection with her son, and she could swear she even
saw faint auras around Gliezan bodies.
Such a responsibility she had: to help decide when the hybrids would be released, when
they would accompany her and Jason back home, when they would begin the task of
communing the alien intent to the people of Earth. And how, she wondered, could that be in
Australia, where the initial attempt at cooperation had ended in violence born of ignorance
and fear?
In this room, there were six hybrid children. In other rooms, the rest grew at a similar
pace. Their release must come soon, probably within months, yet she feared it, as if it were
some dreaded disease to be visited upon Earth. How could she, Laura Sinclair, architect,
single mother—if I wasn’t before, I certainly am now—influence world statesmen, and do so
in a world still recovering from the effects of terrible wars? But isn’t that the point of it all?
Isn’t that what the Gliezans preach? Join us, reach out, and know your universe.
As if by magic, Rjebnigerrsel was beside her, ankle-length Gliezan robe shimmering in

the half-light. As always the words came to her on wings, as if entering her mind without the
need for her ears or their connection to her brain.
“You are here again, Lady Laura. They grow well, do they not?”
Laura turned and studied her Gliezan counsellor as she always did. Taller than her by a
head, Rjebni possessed stern ebony features, thin lips, high cheekbones, fiery emerald eyes,
and swept-back red hair. Yet, despite clearly not being part of it, he bore a remarkable affinity
for the human species. How is that so? she pondered, and not for the first time. They were,
after all, born of a place well beyond the reach of humankind. But, of course, they had
reached out to Earth, not the other way round.
She offered the alien a watery smile, amused at the Gliezan habit of addressing her as
Lady Laura. “Yes. They grow well.” She had been informed that the children were learning
the languages and cultures of Earth, even as they grew. Whether that meant a child would
speak all major languages, or they would know all tongues as a collective group, she had not
been told. Maybe it wasn’t important.
“You have seen your son recently?”
Laura’s face lost its smile as she shook her head. “Not today. It is early. He seems to be
growing beyond me in many ways.”
“Yet in others he is closer,” Rjebni said shrewdly, reading her mind. “Enjoy your day,” he
whispered as he left the chamber, departing as swiftly as he had arrived.
Laura followed him and walked down the corridor. She wondered about Rjebni. If he had
been human, he would have borne her a severe grudge. After all, she had been with Nomi
when the Milijun mole had slain the Gliezan’s brother, Rkapthgerrsel. On the other hand, the
Gliezans had such a burning confidence in life after death, loss of being did not seem of much
consequence to them. And it had been a risk that Rkapth had been prepared to take. She knew
their knowledge of the universal dimensions was well above anything Earth had discovered
or surmised, but she understood little of it. For that matter, she did not want to know. Four
dimensions are enough for me!
She turned and entered the viewing chamber. The planet Glieze drifted majestically
below, enveloped in a purple mist, ice caps glowing, and not at all like Earth. To the side, she
could see one of the tubular arms running out some distance to where another sphere was
located, reflecting sunlight, harbouring its secrets.
The orbiting station consisted of two huge geodetic rectangular pyramids, base to base,
with six substantial spheres at the corners, twelve ovoid columns forming the connecting
arms. That much they had been told.
Those other five spheres, according to the philosophy of Jason, possibly contained
replicas of other worlds, which meant they might shelter other species and other Gliezan
hybrids. Or perhaps this sphere, the Earth sphere, was the only one operational. Maybe the
others were for the future, if the Earth commune proved to be unsuccessful. It was a
persistent thought, one that frightened her, one that required her to use all the enhancements
Milijun had given her to prevent a catastrophic mental tsunami. Jason helped. He knew more
than she did, but even he would not tell all.
Why are the Gliezans so keen to explore the cosmos that they would entertain genetic
interaction with humanity in order to do it? Another persistent thought.
Jason had recently said it was possible that some Gliezans were not in favour of the
human symbiosis, that some perhaps preferred another race from another world. What that

other world was, or what the alien race that populated it looked like, was unknown. All they
assumed was that their representatives were probably located in one of the other spheres.
Laura shrugged. Jesus aid me! All this was just speculation. There was no proof of any
of it. But at least it kept their minds occupied. She permitted herself a brief smile. Maybe that
was the whole point. Hypotheses were talking matter, and talking kept them all sane.
She supposed there was the possibility that the Earth hybrids would not be chosen at all,
that they would all be discarded as so much unwanted flotsam. That thought sickened her,
and she made hasty tracks to the building’s exit.
It was snowing outside. Laura drew her dark-green, alien-made cloak around her Earth
clothes, the same attire she had been wearing when she was taken from her home planet:
white slacks, a blue shirt, cotton socks, and sneakers, all mysteriously replicated when
required by her captors. Snow landed on her short blond hair, tickled her nose, drifted among
the branches of the nearest spiderlike trees.
The large flakes, larger than on Earth, fell like cascading feathers, touched the green
grass, melted to nothing, and were temporarily replaced in a cycle of apparent futility. The
station was obviously programmed to represent all of Earth’s more moderate climatic
conditions; today the sky was grey and heavy, the air was cold, and there was no wind to call
a wind. But, of course, it wasn’t home.
She pined for the vastness of West Australia, the celebrated beaches, the giant Karri
forests, the infinity of the Nullarbor, the pure fresh air. It had withstood the last global war
better than most places, but the population had been devastated and with it the comforting
infrastructure upon which all people had unthinkingly depended.
A speck appeared in the clouded sky. It grew rapidly and landed beside her. An RNasia!
Startled, Laura took a step backwards. Visions of encounters on Earth sped through her mind,
darkened her mood, and fuelled her fear. She too easily recalled the characteristics.
Mesmerising black eyes in a triangular head. Perhaps a metre tall. Two elbows as well as a
wrist. Three long fingers, one opposing the other two. Green-grey sparkling skin. Scrawny
legs. An apparent knuckle halfway down the instep.
The robotic servants of the aliens were on this station, but she had not been approached
by one before, and her first reaction was to turn tail and run. Intuition, however, told her to
hold her ground while simultaneously watching its every move. The creature—she still could
not think of it as a robot—lifted its arms to display the thin membranous tissues that served as
energy receptors. It was, she knew, offering a greeting.
To her surprise, the snow falling around the RNasia suddenly started to stick. Its
triangular head rolled from side to side, as if trying to hypnotise her with its huge dark eyes.
Within a minute, the grass around its feet was covered by a circular white patch of glistening
crystals. One of its arms dropped slowly, enabling a three-fingered claw to touch the ground.
It seemed to be scratching in the snow. Then, it stepped back, lifted one arm, and mounted the
air, vanishing into the swirling snowflakes.
Laura remained still, fearful of its return. Even though her nano-enhanced body could not
be invaded by the creature, she could not quell thoughts of what had happened on Earth. The
circular snow patch remained. She took three steps forward.
There, scribbled in the snow as if it was a touchscreen, were four words. Do not trust
anyone.
Her heart skipped a beat. Despite the cold, sweat sprang to her face and hands. What the

hell does that mean? It was supposed to be all sweetness and light here, with her mission all
mapped out. Surely, she deliberated, the message could not apply to Jason.
Do not trust anyone.
As she pondered, the patch of snow shrank and disappeared. The message was gone. The
RNasia was gone. Her fear, however, remained.
Who sent the RNasia? And why? She turned and retraced her steps. She needed to see
her son.