Spears of the Sun is a stand-alone novel, and can be enjoyed even if you haven’t read the previous books in the Star Sojourner series.
It’s not that Jules looks for trouble. As an astrobiologist, he’d rather study an intriguing alien species of a plant/animal called blackroot, found on planet Halcyon. But his telepathic abilities attract the wrong aliens, and Terrans.
This time, it’s General Ki Rowdinth, the crazed leader of the Vermakt people of planet Fartherland. This psychotic tyrant intends to extort the combined gold depositories of Earth and all the colony planets to finance an army that will rule the worlds. If planet Alpha, the seat of the Worlds Government, doesn’t agree to Rowdinth’s demands, he vows to engage a dark-energy weapon that will destroy Earth.
It looks as though only Jules, with his powerful telepathic abilities, stands between the rat-like general and the total annihilation of our homeworld, planet Earth.
“The Great Time has come!” General Ki Rowdinth, tyrannical leader of the Vermakt race of planet Fartherland, imposing in his black and silver military uniform, pounded the podium with a fist. The rapt crowd of Vermakt followers waited, breathless in the chilly night, for his next word. “The Vermakt people have awakened!” His strident voice resonated across the town square. Wild-eyed Vermakt crowds surged forward to get closer to their beloved leader. The Elite Guards held them firmly back from the podium.
“The shame and degradation of the Vermakt race is at an end!” Rowdinth screamed. His gray, bristled snout twitched. Drool slipped past his lips as he waved a clawed fist in the air, as though vanquishing an invisible foe. “Never again will aliens, and especially the Terran vermin, strip our homeworld of its gold and give us nothing in return.” His voice shook with the pain of his plundered nation. He clasped his claws and lifted them in front of his tapered face as though in prayer. His round ears burned red with passion. “Providence has given me this burden to raise our people to their rightful place as the rulers of all the known worlds.”
He staggered back, as though defeated by his anguish. Six of his Elite Guards, seated behind him, jumped up and gathered around their sagging leader to steady and comfort him. Rowdinth’s shoulders slumped, his head hung low, as though too distressed to go on.
The people shouted his name and words of encouragement. Finally, they chanted. “Rowdinth. Rowdinth. Father Ki Rowdinth!”
With pain and defiance playing in his stance, he returned to the podium and lifted a stiff arm in a salute to the crowd. “I am the clenched fist of the Vermakt race of Fartherland,” he screamed, and the crowd roared its response. “Earth’s rat-eaters will feel the weight of my fist on their heads when you march forward to your righteous place as the leaders of all the known worlds!” He gripped the podium as though to steady himself. “If I fall in the coming war, my soldiers, you must struggle on to victory without me. March shoulder to shoulder, and the Terrans and all the other subspecies will cower before the great, indomitable Vermakt army!” His voice rose to a strident pitch. “They will bow to the Vermakt’s divine destiny, or see their Earth destroyed by Providence in the form of a dark-energy weapon.”
A color guard marched through a path in the crowd to blaring music, bearing a giant silver and black flag with Fartherland’s star system emblazoned on it, and a great bronze bust of Rowdinth carried on many shoulders.
The general turned sharply and sat down between his Guards. “That should prepare one more village for war,” he said stonily. “Did our double agents from W-CIA find the Terran telepath?”
“They did, sire,” the captain of the Guard said. “He’s on planet Halcyon.”
“It’s a large planet!” Rowdinth stated.
“Yes, my general,” the Captain agreed, “but they have located him living on a ranch with a Terran woman named Willa Carson.”
A Guard untied his golden scarf and dabbed General Rowdinth’s dripping brow.
Rowdinth sat back and rubbed his sweaty armpits. “Then bring him to me.”