Talus
The peaceful planet Korbus is under attack from a vicious alien species. Young Prince Talus is sent to Earth for his protection.
Hidden in a run-down apartment building in a big Midwestern city, Talus is ill-equipped to deal with everyday life, let alone life on the run in the slums of Earth.
And worse yet, he's trapped in a poor middle-aged man's body.
A random, senseless murder leaves Talus alone in a strange and dangerous world with no one to trust.
Will Talus survive?
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Talus glanced into the dusty mirror over the sofa and gasped. “This man, Jordan Mankaster, is one ugly bugger. Look at this nose. It’s humongous. It’s so big it needs its own correspondence delivery zone location number.”
“Zip code. They call it a zip code here.”
“Zip code,” he repeated. He wiped the mirror with his shirt sleeve. “Oh, gawd, look, I have nose hairs. Look at these droopy eyelids. These pores are humongous. I’ll bet he doesn’t even moisturize. Am I at least fairly well off?”
“I’m afraid not. From the stack of bills and overdue notices piled high on the kitchen table, I’d say he’s in debt.”
“Well-known? Famous? Admired? Loved by all?”
“No, Talus. This guy is a nobody. It’s the safest body I could get you into, under the present circumstances.”
“Do I have a girlfriend? A valet?”
Camille clutched he chest and laughed. “No, your worshipfulness. You are alone. Single. No lovers. No admirers. No relatives. No education. No connections to anybody. Jordan Mankaster is not in any database. He’s invisible.”
“This place is a dump.” Talus wrinkled his nose as he looked around the one-bedroom apartment. “It needs to be fumigated. I hesitate to sit on that couch. I think I saw movement in the cushions.”
“Wait until you see the bedroom.” Camille shifted her weight to one foot and looked out the dirty window.
“Camille, you can’t just leave me here. Alone. No ID. No Money.”
“No admirers. No servants,” added Camille. “No wardrobe. No royal nose-hair trimmer. Poor prince. Can you survive?”
“Yes, I lived in a dormitory at the Royal Academy for one accursed year. I know what to do. I just don’t want to do it.
“I also have no weapon. In this dirty, bug-infested apartment. I have no way to defend myself.”
“You want a gun? You want to shoot the cockroaches?” Camille howled with laughter as she left a folded twenty-dollar bill on the coffee table. “Have you ever fired a weapon in your life, Talus?”
“How hard can it be? I’ve seen enough American films on the airplane to know you point and pull the trigger.”
“Are all the men on your planet this whiny? Or just the royal family?”
“I am not whiny,” whined Talus, as he straightened his posture and lifted his chin. He folded his arms to his chest. “Is it my fault I have no experience with slums and cockroaches?”
“Turn all the lights on and make some noise. Stomp around. They’ll run and hide.”
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