IN HUMAN FORM
What The Critics Say
“It‘s very difficult to portray the brilliant aspects of this book without giving plot spoilers. It’s wonderfully written and the early parts of the book portray the small town atmosphere perfectly. You’re then served a really ambitious, imaginative, and original feeling story with some great ‘did that just happen!’ moments.”–BookStack Reviews.
“A well-paced sci-fi with good character development. I found it impossible to put down…”–Joleene Naylor, cover artist and author of the Amaranthine series.
“…clearly the best fictional novel I have read this year. A ‘must read’.”–Steven R. McBride.
The Story
In Human Form is about an android named Wendy who doesn’t know she’s an android.
Wendy doesn’t remember the farmhouse fire that killed her father. She doesn’t remember her father or even her own name. Local businessman Jared Parker finds Wendy wandering in the country on a rainy night and takes her to the hospital where Doc Farley discovers her secret but keeps it to himself for his own nefarious reasons. Jared becomes her guardian and eventually he learns that she is not human, that she is not of this world at all. But he doesn’t tell Wendy, even when he sees her falling in love with police officer Aaron McCormick. When Butch Cruickshank, one of the young punks who set fire to Wendy’s home, guesses her secret, he brings ruthless millionaire UFO hunter Earl Vaughn to town. Vaughn has offered $10,000 to anyone who finds an alien artifact—and an android is certainly worthy of the prize. Vaughn becomes convinced that Wendy is an android built by a sophisticated alien intelligence, and he hatches a scheme to create an army of androids to help him conquer the world–and the only ones who can stop him are Wendy, a small-town policeman, a retired farmer, and a teenage budding folk singer.
Read an Excerpt
She felt a sudden chill. Something seemed strange, but she couldn’t say exactly what. Perhaps, despite the storm howling around her, things seemed quieter than they should be. Perhaps Ivar’s talk about dying had made her jumpy.
She scanned the landscape.
Only grass waving, tree branches clashing together, a few leaves sailing over the farmyard. Lightning stabbed out of the southern sky. After a long wait she heard the faint boom and crackle of thunder.
Wendy returned to the house. She took off her boots and raincoat and left them to dry in the laundry room.
The sense of uneasiness was so great now that her muscles hummed with tension. She stepped into the kitchen. The refrigerator was running. Something cricked in the basement.
“Ivar?”
Silence.
Wendy went to the living room doorway.
“Ivar?”
Breathing. Not a single man breathing. There were one, two, three—
The skin on her abdomen tightened.
“Get in here.”
A voice, grating on her mind. A familiar voice. A voice she’d heard that afternoon, yelling at her from the cab of a pickup truck.
“Hurry up, or I slit the old fart’s throat.”
Wendy stepped into the room.
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