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In this installment of the Jackson Stafford series, we find ourselves in the office of the new reporter, Jacob Jacobson. He and his fellow reporter Ronald Hollingsworth have been given an opportunity of a lifetime when Senator Bailey’s assistant calls them. Don and Nancy, the NSA professional dissecting the Pandora Project case, will connect the dots and draw the conclusions as to who and what is going on at the Project.

From the laboratory bed, the candidate Jackson Stafford has arisen, intact and fully aware of the events that transpired within the Pandora Project. From deep within the facility, multiple employees are seeking a way to rebel, to tell their story about the Pandora Project to the awaiting world. Dr. Brody has resolved himself to become one of those who will open the secrets and reveal them to the entire world.

Echoes, the book, is a collection of dreams, memories, thoughts, and motivations--comments meant to inspire and encourage those who may have traveled the same roads. Echoes is a book that will be a continuing work as I add new memories and comments over the years for my granddaughter, Astrid. This collection is a gift to her to remember me long after I've ascended.

Uprising, the 13th novel in the Jackson Stafford series, has entered a critical stage where all of the rebellious employees of the Pandora Project are ready to revolt. Dr. Jennings has sought solace, the Watcher's Defector is finalizing his agreement with the NSA, Amanda, Dr. Brody, and Hank have successfully removed Claire Melbourne from the cryotube, and the senior armed guard has blackmailed Dr. Brody and is waiting for his money.

It’s been said many times that the living are only alive because of the dead. Because of past wars, past genocides, and past invasions that were used to “clean” the Earth, the world we’d left behind only remained “alive” because of the reoccurring pattern of life and death. We, those of us aboard what has become known as “The Last Ship”, will have nothing to brag about when we arrive at our foreordained “new world” light-years away from the blood-stained chronicles of our birth world.

Jackson Stafford, having recouped from his experience in California when he was 33, has finished his tours of duty with the Navy and has moved back to the east coast to find employment. Dr. Cantby and Dr. Januari Winters have completed the integration, advised Jackson as to what he should do should there be a recurrence, but they aren't aware of Ben's diabolical plans to take what he feels is his rightful place as a god within Jackson Stafford.

Randall Sullivan slumped in the passenger seat aboard a speeding train on its continuing trip between the realms of truth and fantasy. He will awaken, like many others, without a ticket, without any knowledge as to how he arrived in the seat across the aisle from an elderly couple dressed in gray attire. But during his time on this train, he’ll come to understand a mystery few have ever known. Many are travelers, those who languish between this world and the next.

He can't seem to shake the memory. From the top floor of his office building, he stands in the window and looks out over his domain, one of the cities that never sleeps in the north. His mind is drawn to a simple uncluttered encounter, a scene stuck in his mind for over 15 years. Miles away, on the outskirts of a place called the "Shanty Town", Mrs. Craft remembers a person met by accident at the train station's taxi turnabout. She barely said thank you as he held the taxi door for her. But as he held the door, there was an undeniable sensation that he'd see her again.

No significant changes occurred in the quiet valley community after their encounter, after their passing. The only changes that were detectable were those in the life of John Davidson. The community sat at the foothills of the Great Rocky Mountains. It was a small friendly town bordering the Pacific Time Zone. This was John’s home. This had been his home all of his life. He often wondered why the visitor chose him, but after the outcome, he tried to forget the whole affair.

In the dimly lit archives of the Fellowship of Mankind society, where the whispers of ancient civilizations seem to echo through the corridors, one figure stands out among the esteemed scholars and passionate archaeologists: Gabriel Archer Moore. With a career spanning more than 20 years, Moore has become synonymous with the relentless pursuit of knowledge, dedicating his life to uncovering the elusive remnants that bridge the vast chasm between the modern world and the primordial origins of humanity.

The steel mills are in decay and work is tenuous. Eleanor and Josh have accepted an opportunity for an interview, the last for four with a power plant in Texas. But there is a problem at the plant that no one confesses to, leaving the Bats mutated and used as lab specimens. The project is called the EchoLocation Project. Eleanor has nightly visitors from the BAT kingdom seeking help from her. She needs to find out what's going on at the Plant. Her involvement puts the family in harm's way and needs rescue.

Monique Chavez, an international traveler and socialite familiar with the upper echelon in the business world and the upper crust and their dealings, is surrounded by strangers she thought she knew, so-called friends in "her" world. As the world's stage's curtain is lifted, she discovers none of them were her friends, none of them were the people they appeared to be.

In a quiet corner of a rural Irish-Scottish settlement, a young girl named Bridget McDonald tended to her family's sheep. Her sturdy boots squelched in the damp earth, and she hummed a lilting tune as the animals grazed around her. The sky above was a canvas of shifting grays, hinting at rain but holding its tongue for now. Bridget's red hair was tied back in a loose braid that danced in the breeze, and her freckled cheeks bore the rosy hue of a life spent outdoors. Her eyes, a deep blue, mirrored the sky's indecision.

The lazy sun moved slowly over the mountains as it had done for eons. In a quaint town nestled against the rolling hills, plush with many varieties of Evergreens and inhabited with deer, rabbits, and groundhogs, there was a girl named Bethany. Bethany wasn't like the other girls in her school. Her hair was a wild pattern of colors, each strand seemingly pulled from a box of forgotten crayons once belonging to another dreamer from times now forgotten. Her eyes, a piercing shade of amber, danced with curiosity and mischief.

Rachel and Andy Anderson have a special gift. This particular give has been in their family lineage for over three hundred years. It's the gift of 'sight' into the future. This gift or precognition or premonition has caught the attention of many different organizations and governments throughout the world. The family lives in the coal camps of Southern West Virginia during the late to mid-seventies and is surrounded by people who stand beside them and trust them.

Jacob, Ron, and the two editors-in-chief are on their way to a meeting that will be held at the Washington Sentinel's building. The four will sort through the information from the Valley of the Dead field doctor. The four newspaper professionals will lay out their strategy for breaking the story to the world. Every consequence must be discussed. The legal portion must be considered if Names are to be Named. Back at the university, the four research students have gained permission to study off-campus at Deborah's place, but is it safe?

The Humana Project is a global conspiracy mystery filled with all the "who done it?" anyone would want to listen to. In the business center and governmental centers of the United States, Valeska Vargas, the director of the GLOBAL OPERATIONS of the HUMANA PROJECT has selected two FBI agents to investigate why some of the small corner meat markets in northern Texas refuse to agree to a win-win scenario that is sweeping the nation.

"Walter, you old rascal," chuckled the barista as she placed the steaming cup of black coffee on the counter. Walter Shively raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I've told you, young lady, it's not polite to call an old man a rascal," he said with a wink, taking the coffee in his weathered hands. The warmth was a comforting contrast to the chill outside, and he took a sip, savoring the bitter taste that brought him back to life every morning. The barista, barely in her twenties, giggled.

Alexander, Alex to his friends, sat on a wobbly wooden chair much too large for him. At his kitchen window, he spent time alone watching the raindrops slide slowly down the uneven window panes and fall onto the window sill. His childhood wrecked by turmoil and deprivation, was not unlike all of the other children in the coal camps that filled the hollers. The houses, nothing more than lap siding and rusting nails, held many dark secrets, many untold stories, and many hateful words.

When I found out the truth about the ‘hunt’, I could hardly believe it. It held me in a state of disbelief. Yet, having witnessed it myself firsthand, there was no way of denying that it wasn’t real. Not all of the men who went into the valley’s forest to hunt returned alive. It was a risk that each of us understood and accepted as a fact of life. It was, at least for me and my brothers, something that we’d wanted to do, no, something that was expected of us to complete before we became much older.