Earths in Space vol. 1: Where Are the Little Green Men?

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Amena wants to find something amazing. And then something else amazing. And something else…

Okay, she wants to find everything that’s amazing, and she’s sure to find lots of exotic wonderfulness traveling through outer space…right?

Well, it turns out there are no aliens. No talking squids. No sentient kittens. No little green men.

But there are people — countless people comprising a multitude of unique civilizations on myriad Earths scattered throughout the universe.

Earths in Space vol. 1: Where Are the Little Green Men? contains the first two novellas in this exciting science fiction series. Amena and her team of explorers learn that life out there is much like life here — and just as unusual. In the first episode, “Liberty or Death,” the team faces a group of hi-tech tyrants who pose as gods. Then, in “The End of an Earth,” they travel to an ancient world that has less time than they think.

So maybe there aren’t any little green men, but people can cause plenty of trouble on their own.

Earths in Space. They’re already out there. You just haven’t discovered them yet.


Copyright 2012 Daniel R. Sherrier

The forest was just like any old forest, until an archer in a spacesuit appeared.

The individual transitioned from invisible to transparent to solid in half a second. No one was around to witness this marvel—which was a shame; she was the only archer in a spacesuit this world had ever seen.

She immediately detected the abundance of oxygen and popped her helmet open, revealing to absolutely no one a woman of effortless beauty. The redhead’s ponytail hung down her back, and her pretty smile exuded infectious whimsy. Might infect the trees, anyway. Whimsical trees. A fun possibility.

Amena Wharry simply had to view this strange new world through her own eyes. But much to her disappointment, it appeared not the slightest bit strange. It was a forest, no different than any she could find back home.

This wouldn’t do.

She hopped several times, hopeful, but no, the ground was just a ground. Utterly ordinary. Ho-hum.

The air tasted like air, no matter how far out she stuck her tongue. The plants, regrettably, emitted only the usual plant-like odors, no matter how closely she held her nose.

However unremarkable this world appeared, it could not steal from her two glorious facts: this was an alien world, and she was the first person from Earth to step foot on it.

It was so exciting! It merited a lifetime supply of exclamation marks!

This moment—this very moment—would go down in history. Granted, hardly anyone knew she was there right now, but historians had plenty of time to catch up.

She needed to say the right thing—precisely the right inspiring statement that future generations would remember, would want to remember and quote over and over again. This needed to be perfect. She needed to think…

“I hope everyone realizes it’s really difficult to come up with inspirational profundity when you all keep chattering away in my ear,” she said softly into her tiny, camouflaged throat mic. “And there you have it, kids. The first words spoken by mankind on an alien planet.”

Amena slipped off the superfluous spacesuit.

“Yes, Gilmore,” she said. “I know I should’ve planned out a little speech ahead of time. Forgive me for not being as perfect as you.” She sighed, but couldn’t resist a smirk. “And I appreciate your forgiveness. Okay, take the suit back, please. Sela, nice work—your sensors were accurate. We can breathe here.”

She set the suit and helmet on the ground, and it swiftly faded from solid, to transparent, to invisible. Good riddance. Her jeans and T-shirt were so much more comfortable. Amena reclaimed her bow and quiver, and she checked to make sure her shiny new weapon remained in its holster. It did, so she stepped forth, deeper into the woods.

Amena stared up through the towering treetops. Clear blue sky. Couldn’t it at least have been green, or red, or turquoise, or anything other than that familiar shade of blue?

The voices in her ear never stopped. “Profundity is too a word. A delightful word. Tell them, Mariana,” she whispered, scoping the area for signs of non-plant life. There were none. “Thank you. And even if it wasn’t, it would be now—part of a future famous quote and all. Or at the very least, a future trivia game answer.”

She studied a thick tree trunk, searching for any abnormalities. “It’s just plant life so far,” Amena told them. “Plant life that seems boringly familiar. I was hoping they might talk or walk or at the very least look psychedelic. But they’re just the usual trees and grass and same old, same old, same old.”

She knelt down to scoop up a handful of soft dirt. Also normal. Bah!

“Ballard, the discussion is over. It ended. I’m already here, so it’s moot, so why are you still trying to discuss? This first time, we’ve got no idea what to expect, so I’m only risking me. We’ll be sure to risk you later. I promise,” she said. “It will be my pleasure.”

Amena crept forward, pulling an arrow into her bow—not one of the special ones, just a regular arrow to match the utterly regular setting. Despite this precaution, she was optimistic. This was a whole other planet, after all, entirely new to her. It couldn’t let her down, right?

“Place your bets, boys and girls,” she said, with an intrigued grin plastered across her face. “What do you think the aliens are going to look like?”

Her grin was replaced by a wince, followed by a mental shower.

“Ew, Jem! They’re a different species. Why would your mind even go there? Ew.”

Rustling leaves drew her attention. This was it. Something had to be doing the rustling. Definitely something living. Possibly something sentient.

“Quiet. I think one’s near. Sela, your translator better work,” she said even softer, tapping a spot behind her ear and one on her neck to activate the micro implants. “Yeah, I know it will.” She had to add, “Quiet, Gilmore.”

This was it! New life was right around the corner! New to her, anyway.

Amena pointed her arrow to the ground as she approached an especially rotund tree. She heard the crunching of footsteps on the other side. Those feet could have belonged to anything. Anything from a four-eyed little green man, to a creature composed mostly of eyes, to a creature composed entirely of feet, to…

…a teenage girl?

A completely human teenage girl clad in the blandest colors and a long, old-fashioned skirt?

“Who are you talking to?” the girl asked, looking around for anyone else.

Her voice echoed in Amena’s head due to the translator, which was unexpected, but not the biggest concern right now.

“You look like me?” Amena said. “Didn’t expect you’d look like me. What are the odds of that?”

“We look nothing alike,” the plump brunette said.

“I just meant, what species do you call yourself?”


“You’re human, and you’re here, on this world? What do you call this world?”

The girl double-checked but still couldn’t find any hidden audience waiting to tease her. “Is this a trick question…?”

“Just a regular old question,” Amena said, quickly but calmly. “Uncommon, I understand that, yes, but please indulge me.”


Must have been the translator interpreting the girl’s words into something Amena would recognize. “Say that again, please,” she said, tapping behind her ear to shut off the translator. She wanted to hear how this girl sounded for real.

The girl said slowly and clearly, with diminishing patience, “I’m a human on Earth, like there usually are a lot of humans on Earth.”

“You—You speak English?”

The girl blinked. “Are you feeling all right?”


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Amazon customer review:

“This is a charming sci-fi book that includes two separate tales, aptly named ‘episodes,’ that details the crew of THE PATRICK HENRY as they explore the universe looking for aliens and other exciting discoveries. …

“In both situations, the crew is faced with the moral choice of observing or intervening and, like all good science fiction (though I’m by no means an expert on good science fiction), broader issues are covertly addressed and philosophy is secretly shared through the actions of the crew. …

“The two capsules show great promise for future additions to the series.”

Amazon customer review:

“I really enjoyed these stories. The first story: The beginning is well written enough to keep me reading. I wondered what was going on. When the big action began — I literally had to read to the end. This book is a Sci-fi story with a new and fresh plot.”

Nerd Girl review:

“I loved this story, I thought the character reactions were so truthful, and this ideas so interesting. …

“The sci fi elements, along with the technology and the descriptions of the earths, are outstanding. …

“Overall, these stories are cleverly written, well thought out and interesting. …

“I loved these stories, and can’t wait to see what’s next for the Patrick Henry in future volumes!”

The Roarin’ Indies review:

“…it made me want to keep reading, and it left me hoping that Sherrier will continue to write more sequels/episodes with these same characters. It also gave me a new appreciation for the sci-fi genre. So, if you’re looking for a FAST read which will get your imagination running wild, pick this book up and read on!”

Amazon customer review:

“The characters and the story will appeal to any reader. The Science fiction readers as well as the novice reader will get so much enjoyment from the story line. Dan’s writing puts you right in the action. …

“He draws you in with vivid character and scene descriptions right from the Teaser that starts each Novella. …

“Sherrier is destined to be the next Gene Rodenberry, Alan D Foster, or might I say George Lucas. …”

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