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    The ALECS Quartet

    By Raymund Eich

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    Decades ago, a quartet of advocates—Darren, Purcell, Nesbitt, and Juliette—came to Elard to share their messages of spiritual and social uplift with the planet's primitive, fractious natives. Under the scorching rays of Elard's fiery sun, their friendship dissolved into illicit affairs and an unexplained disappearance.

    Darren returns to Elard for one final mission. In only thirty days, he must solve mysteries buried in the planet's vast desert—and hidden in a woman's heart.

    Enter a compelling, alien world of power and corruption, wonder and terror, love and death.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCV-2 Books
    Release dateSep 25, 2014
    ISBN9781310993121
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    The ALECS Quartet
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    Raymund Eich

    Raymund Eich files patent applications, earned a Ph.D., won a national quiz bowl championship, writes science fiction and fantasy, and affirms Robert Heinlein's dictum that specialization is for insects.In a typical day, he may talk with university biology and science communication faculty, silicon chip designers, patent attorneys, epileptologists, and rocket scientists. Hundreds of papers cite his graduate research on the reactions of nitric oxide with heme proteins.He lives in Houston with his wife, son, and daughter.

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