heni hani
About a geologist who, with a group of Navy SEALS, is sucked through a wormhole into a parallel universe and has to navigate his way home through time. If time and monsters don't kill you, not to worry .... Donovan will.
About a geologist who, with a group of Navy SEALS, is sucked through a wormhole into a parallel universe and has to navigate his way home through time. If time and monsters don't kill you, not to worry .... Donovan will.
Dimensions
‘Dimensions’ is a fast-paced science-fiction love adventure of time-travel to parallel universes. It is a modern day ‘Alice in Wonderland.’
This hair-raising adventure story raises chilling questions about parallel universes, time-travel and life after death; it should appeal to young adults and science fiction enthusiasts of all nationalities, ages and cultures.
Dimensions
Dimensions
It is easy to get lost or separated while navigating through a wormhole maze, as Phil Crowe and Emily Boyle soon discover. And, stopping an extinction event from happening is just one problem Phil and Sergeant Berry contend with, as they desperately search for Navy SEALs Emily and Captain Simms in the mirages of time.
But they still have to outwit Donovan, who is out hunting shadow warriors. And, if he neutralizes the elusive Mr. Smith they are his next target.
“I’m a pirate, not a pilot,” Captain Avery jokes to Donovan. “I can fly anything with a rudder.”
Good. Well, that certainly evens the odds.
Hi! My name’s Heni, Heni Hani. You know, Hani — like honey from a bee in a bottle.
The Jesus statue was our first claim to fame. And each summer, our city — the tuna and shark capital of the world — played host to the world’s longest pub-crawl. But, up the peninsula people feared abduction, implants, lost time and dreams meshed in reality. Cattle were mutilated. And then, there were the child serial killings. Even the police were confused.
I found a magic pendant. Then I fell off the haystack. Thud!
‘Crikey. I think he’s dead?’ Brian kicked me — hard.
‘Ouch! That hurt!’ I squealed, rolling over.
‘Maybe it’s got magical powers Heni?’ suggested Jo. ‘Why don’t you do it again?’
#
‘Mom, I had a bad dream about clowns. A stick man with beady black eyes tried to jab a metal object in my neck, so I bit him.
Then I ran away — petro flied.’
‘You too—?’ I looked at Jo flabbergasted. ‘But—, you weren’t in my dream.’
‘I was too Heni,’ she snapped. ‘Yes. I saw you holding hands with Amanda Thomas and flying around everywhere like you owned the place!’
Heni Hani and the Magic Pendant
Heni Hani and the Magic Pendant
‘I’m having bad dreams Hen. I dreamt I was in a white dome-shaped room levitating on a table,’ Amanda said.
‘I had the same dream. So did Mom. So did Jo. Everyone did. Ask around. You do the math,’ I replied. Her face paled. She started shaking. ‘But I know what they’re scared of.’ I held up the pendant. ‘Maybe it’s an evil pendant? It’s evil, so the previous owner threw it away. Perhaps I should too?’
‘I don’t think so,’ Jo whispered back. ‘It’s not evil. Only people are evil.’
Martin Dunbar certainly was evil, and the CIB detectives knew it.
#
Randy White squeezed the rifle trigger; the impact propelled me to the ground.
‘Huh? You shot me?’ A puddle of blood oozed over the golden yellow sand.
‘Teresa? Is that you?’ I asked the girl in the glowing ball of light. ‘I think I’m dead.’
‘Use the pendant,’ Sam replied. ‘Are you stupid or what? Use the pendant!’
#
‘We’ll get you while you’re sleeping,’ a figure growled from the bushes.
‘Not in my lifetime,’ I hissed back. ‘The pendant will kill you! And—, if it doesn’t. I will!’
Our eyes latched onto it. Amanda clutched at me. The pendant glowed, thrashing out reams of light.
Heni Hani and the Incursion
Heni Hani and the Incursion
Here is an excerpt from the book (a small poem):
"One dark day in the middle of the night, two dead men got up to fight. Back to back they fought each other. Drew their boomerangs and speared each other. One was blind and could not see; the other as thick as a ghost gum tree. A blind man came to watch them play. A priest came too, but not to pray. A deaf Red-neck also heard the noise. He rode past and shot those boys. A one-legged dingo walking by, kicked the Red-neck in the eye. That sent him flying like a rubber ball, into a dry stony creek - which drowned them all. If you don't believe this story's true. Ask the blind man, he saw it too!"
Hi! I’m Heni Hani and I’m being stalked by a girl in a bubble-entity.
‘Huh! He means me? My name was Sam before the Injun’s abducted me, but you can call me Julia. That 16-year old’s big trouble. Little Hawk and I have to keep saving his sorry ass.’
#
It was 1862, in Kentucky, when Kiel Darcy first realized that Sam was different.
‘What happened to yer medallion Jessica?’ Kiel asked. ‘Did ye lose it?’
‘Sam has it,’ Jessica said. ‘She’s always telling us some weird story about buggies without horses, flying machines, man-sized insect critters from outer-space, someone called “Hani from a bottled bee Heni,” and a Jo girl. She has a fantastic imagination, just like her daddy.’
#
Bald Eagle snuck his head over the side of the river bed peering down at the young girl below. Slowly, the girl sat up, tears dripping down her face, grasping tightly at a brass pendant around her neck. Standing now, she wandered over and prodded at the dead Indian laying on the river bank nearby.
#
‘There, there child. Tell me what happened.’ Sophia placed her arm fondly around Sam’s tiny shoulder, pulling her close. She retracted her arm in horror. ‘My god Pedro! The child has an arrow stuck in her arm. Oh! My god — and there’s a Red Indian sitting on a horse behind her in the doorway.’
# ‘Get your hands up. That includes you too, you big Neanderthal!’ Dad looked up as the door opened and Kirin barged in.
‘Sorry to break up your party, friends,’ Kirin smiled at the bandits, ‘but, I need to get my hands on some cash as well.’
‘That’s my Little Hawk,’ Julia clutched her bluish glass ball, ‘saving the day at the ninth hour.’
Heni Hani and the Girl in the Bubble Entity
Heni Hani and the Girl in the Bubble Entity
‘That’s the boy who stowed away on Qantas and stole a ticket to Disneyland,’ the lady glared at me.
‘Yes. And — we still don’t know if he’s the killer or not,’ another lady added.
#
‘Stop playing us. We know you killed him,’ Detective Arnold Truffle slammed my face onto the table, drawing blood.
#
On the positive side, the kids at school wanted to hear all about Disneyland.
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Then Kirin and I hit the snow hard, bouncing down the icy slope. And way down below Tom landed above a raging waterfall. Gouging a trench, Kirin’s rock hammer gripped the ice.
‘Well, that was close,’ Kirin heaved a sigh of relief, peering over the sheer drop-off.
Then, with an abrupt jerk we fell, plummeting towards the white-water river.
#
Crash! The tunnel door slammed shut. Bang! Someone drew the bolt.
My eyes met Amanda’s. Then they darted down towards the looming abyss below.
‘Yikes! Look out Hen! We are going to — fall!’ Amanda emitted a blood-curling scream, clutching both my hands.
Now a solid pulse of white lightning shot towards Amanda’s head. Too late! She shut her eyes, thrusting up her hands.
Heni Hani and the Vimana
Heni Hani and the Vimana