Alcheringa Trilogy

Set in the Central Highlands of Queensland, Australia, in 1972. Trax, his wife D'nae, son seventeen-year-old Kra, and thirteen-year-old daughter E'la, are a loving family unit, (Zenilings), who believe Earth to be their home world. Trax's daughter is riding a stolen stallion; Cattlemen intend to shoot first and ask questions later. Old Wonga (an Aboriginal Elder), must save the Alcheringa child at all cost. Aboriginals knew the Dreamtime Spirits would return one day. Rock Art over 40,000 years old, in the Carnarvon Gorge, depicts the story. Jake Kingsman, stockman, and Jessica Landers, barmaid, meet in a fowl yard. There is a definite spark, no … lightning strike … despite the fact she is covered in sloppy bread and chook poo, and he, in oil and grease and smelling of cow dung. Their small plane encounters a UFO; they crash. Trax carries Jake's unconscious body into a cave. Jess should be screaming and running for help. Instead, she follows. Dazed from a head wound, she thinks she is hallucinating when she sees a silver craft in the domed cavern. A very skinny figure runs towards her. She sinks to the sandy floor, moaning. The child is over-excited and tugs at her arm. "Father said to hurry up." Jess opened her eyes; the ship and the alien child were still there. "Our drinks are getting cold," she stated, tugging harder. "Ohh! Jess stuttered, "Your ... your father he's an Alien!" "No, he's an archeologist, cosmologist, and a Captain, but mainly he is just my father. You are the Alien!" "Oh ..." seemed to be all Jess' befuddled mind could think of to say. Kra couldn't take his eyes off Jessica. He is besotted by her long hair and nails. They have neither. His thoughts violate the strictest rules of their race. Max, rapist and murderer, has revenge on his mind. There'll be no Alien to save her virtue this time. But first, there's a fortune in gemstones to collect. If that bastard, Jake, gets in his way, so much the better; he won't miss with the next shot. Aliens from subterranean cities make themselves known to the Zenilings. They are ready to send electromagnetic pulses to the Earth's Ley Lines, which, they hope, will boost this fragile planet into the next century. Thousands of machines worldwide are ready to be switched on, but is it worth the risk to their own beautiful, subterranean cities to save these unpredictable, volatile humans? Are they really worth it? Trax is ecstatic. He must leave for home immediately. A Subterrian lad has volunteered to come with him. His blood may hold the answer to his race's premature aging. A Subterrian elder warns they have run out of time. They must trigger the pulses to the Ley Lines NOW! The button is pushed. The outcome is disastrous. Trax looks aghast at the spot where his ship sat. There is nothing there now except a massive pile of sandstone. His son was right. The Dreamtime Spirits are angry. These caves are jinxed! Life, for the men and women running Veronica Downs and Bindiburra Stations, will never be the same.