The Making of a King
The Making of a King is a novel about a race of aliens that are monitoring the technological progress of Earth, hoping that we will accidentally stumble upon a cure for a condition that is eradicating their race.
It's not just a story about aliens on Earth, it's about a battle of good and evil where the survival of the planet rests in the hands of a surviving twin who grew up to be a drunk and a bum after his brother died.
I finished the first draft of The Making of a King on June 9th, 2007 with 62,155 words.
An Excerpt from The Making of a King
Before I begin, let me tell you a little something about myself. The part that you, of course, would be most interested in is that I am not human. I look human and I speak like a human, but I am not one. But I am also not a vampire, or a werewolf, or any other type of monster, real or imagined.
So what am I, you may ask? It sounds as if it is a simple question, but it does not have a simple answer. The simplest answer is that I am extraterrestrial, an alien, but that does not begin to tell you who I am. That just tells you where I was born. Perhaps for the human mind, describing me as an alien is accurate enough. But I am also a man, at least, in part. My essence, my soul, if you will, occupies a human body, that of a man, a person whom my kind calls a host. I have been occupying the body of humankind for several thousand years now. What happens to the hosts I occupy? We will come to that.
My name in this host is Dane Kingsley. That was the name of the man whose identity I took once I became him. It is the name on his birth certificate, his social security card, his driver's license, and his passport. These things that were once his are now mine.
I will occupy this host for the remainder of his life span, whatever that may be, and then I will find another host to occupy, or more accurately, my colleagues will find me a host when that time comes.
I am one of several aliens here on this planet; twelve to be exact. We came here together and we will leave here together, if we ever leave. Why twelve? Because that is the number of digits we have on both hands combined. At least that is the number we had in our original form before assuming human hosts. Because we have twelve fingers, our math and science is also based on a twelve digit numbering system, just as yours is based around a ten digit numbering system.
We are here not as predators, but as researchers; scientists of a sort. You could describe us as watchers, though that term would be inaccurate. We do far more than watch; we protect the entire human race from self-annihilation, and we have been doing it for a very long time.