I have just published my forty-second book on Amazon Kindle - THE TORC

He found it in a box of junk in his uncle's attic.

Kenneth was a young man who earnestly wished that he wasn’t. One day, while staying with his aunt, he came across an item that his uncle had found just after the Second World War. In a box with an old bayonet, a soldier's helmet and some lead soldiers, he believed to be a part from a downed German aircraft from the Battle of Britain. This hoop of metal appeared nothing special. Idly, he played with it, and as it opened, he slipped it around his neck.
Inexplicably and rapidly, Kenneth transformed into the person he had always dreamed he could have been. This metal torc was obviously not a part from an old war plane; but he did not know the torc’s true origins. Had he done so, he might not have treated in such a casual manner.
Many millennia previously and desperately seeking somewhere to live after the death of their sun, a group of inter-stellar explorers discovered what everyone thought was a perfect planet. The atmosphere was as close to their home planet as they could want. The climate was ideal; neither too hot, nor too cold. The microbiology posed no apparent threats, and the soil chemistry PH was friendly and fertile; well capable of sustaining the crops they wanted to bring with them.
The only fly in the ointment, so to speak, was the most advanced of the indigenous life-forms. Nick-named ‘The Brutes’, these were the most aggressive and nasty life-form they had ever encountered. Wholly different and about as incompatible with the explorers as one could ever be, the Brutes displayed an innate ability to learn rapidly and develop new ways to channel their aggression. With limit resources the ship’s scientific officer developed an ingenious means by which they could camouflage themselves by posing as the Brutes themselves.
Micro-technology, crammed into what would appear to be a piece of plain decoration or jewellery, enabled the wearer to adjust their outward appearance to that of the Brutes. But matching the DNA of the wearer to the DNA of the target life-form, the wearer could take on the form of the Brute without them suspecting a thing. Including an enhanced translation program, an anti-gravity device and a force- field projector, the device was both camouflage and protection.
The Brutes are divided into two genders, so I have made one for each. They must never fall into the hands of the Brutes, for they would give them too much power,” instructed the Science Officer.
The best laid plans of mice, men and strange inter-galactic races often go awry.
It was many, many years later that Kenneth found the torc. Would he ever be able to discover the secrets held within it, and which one did he find?

I hope that those who read it, enjoy it. Unlike the first to review it who obviously doesn't know me, my work, or read the spiel.

Tanya