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The Secrets of Terra Aqua
The Secrets of Terra Aqua
The Secrets of Terra Aqua
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England is experiencing its wettest and coldest summer since records began. The sun appears to be dimming and losing its power. A society lady Dame Petunia Bladderwort, who is living in reduced circumstances, finds herself unexpectedly transported to the Mud world of Terra Aqua.A planet with no set orbit that just wanders around space like a giant pinball. Where she encounters Cyril,A international modelling Gnome.Dame Petunia also chances upon an American service man from her past.
Their ensuing adventurers lead them to meet the mud men.A group of entrepreneurs,led by Clay Potter,who are mining the mud in order to manufacture house bricks and flowerpots.
In their travels,they encounter The Keeper, who oversees both the seen and the unseen universes.
Along the way this little band of ecliptic individuals also assists the celestial dragon Chimaera.and solve the mystery of earth’s bad weather.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateJan 31, 2015
ISBN9781326170332
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    The Secrets of Terra Aqua - Tony Kaye

    The Secrets of Terra Aqua

    Chapter One

    Old Wilf

    Splashing off roofs, and vomiting water over pedestrians, soaking anybody who was in its path as gravity pulled it towards earth, the rain continued to descending so hard that the drops were cueing up to fall. The rain had turned a summer’s day vibrant with colour and activity into a dark wet monochrome picture of despair.

    Old Wilf the newspaper vendor took a step back into an alcove formed by the large stone entrance of the Acme building society, in an attempt to seek shelter from the deluge that was hitting the streets and causing pedestrians to dive for cover.

    One such unfortunate dived into Wilf’s alcove with the intention of buying a newspaper, not for the current news, but to use merely as a makeshift umbrella. Gawld help us remarked Wilf will this weather never end ? His customer, who was a large lady of generous proportions was happened to be wearing, what Wilf ,at first thought was cling film, but came to realize that it was in fact a very tight fitting plastic rain coat, brought Wilf  reasoned ,many years ago when the owner was a lot thinner and a lot younger.

    The customer had the appearance of a cod wrapped in cellophane. No this is forecast for the next few weeks, responded the woman, I just don’t know what is happening to the weather, she added as she rummaged in her large carpetbag for her purse. Having eventually having found it she sorted out a few damp coins which she handed to Wilf, who in turn offered her a newspaper from his rapidly dampening stock. There was a time when you knew what you got, summer was hot and dry. Winter was cold and wet. Spring and autumn were…….well you know a mix of everything. Today, he continued, you don’t know where you are.     Personally, I blame the government and all those politicians, ever since they nationalized the weather it’s never been right. I didn’t know it was nationalized, responded the woman as Wilf handed over her change in lose wet coins. Oh yes, it’s on the telly every night. Answered Wilf, They always say and now for the national weather, you see they say national weather, that means the government run it replied Wilf with the air of somebody who knows what they are talking about, If you want good weather for your holidays you have to pay what they call a green tax". The customer nodded in agreement, eager to get home and into the dry. She left Wilf to his complaining, and holding the newspaper over her head she made a vain attempt to stay dry before the tabloid disintegrated into a handful of paper Marché.

    Wilf stepped back into his dry alcove muttering to himself Bloody government weather. Wilf had a habit of blaming all life’s ills upon the government of the day, whoever was in power at the time. This stemmed from the time when they took his bike to melt down for the war effort in 1943.Wilf never forgave them for this perceived injustice, especially as the promised compensation was never forthcoming.

    Chapter Two

    Cyril’s Arrival on Terra Aqua

    Just down the road from Wilf’s newsstand, turn right and carry on for about nine million miles, you will find a planet. Well planet is a generous epithet for what in reality is no more than an enormous ball of mud trundling around the stars and meandering in space without any clearly defined purpose, or orbit, a cosmic ball in the galactic pinball machine of the universe. Its path around the cosmos being defined by the gravitational pull of whichever celestial body is nearest.

    It’s never mentioned on any chart. Like Luxembourg, everybody has heard of it but nobody knows where it is. This is a wet inhospitable environment that any traveller would pass bye and never stop to explore. Continuing their journey without a second glance at this wandering sphere of mud and clay. In fact this ball of mud had no redeeming features what so ever. Unless you were one of those small band of dedicated mud spotters, who love nothing better than to catalogue all the one thousand and nineteen types of mud that comprised the universe.

    Despite its bleak landscape and inhospitable terrain the planet was inhabited by a resilient group of folk known as the mud men. They comprise of an assortment of enterprising unique individuals who mine the planet for its mud and clay so that they could manufacture flower pots, garden ornaments, house bricks and tiles, and in some cases, using the very fine high quality mud that could be found in the outer reaches of the planet, they were able to produce fine china tea services.   The leader of this somewhat unusual enterprise was Clay Potter. Who having stumbled upon the planet many years ago by accident, saw the commercial opportunities of marketable mud and the chance to supply garden centres with all their pottery needs.

    His appearance to the casual observer was that of a badly sculptured human being, he was covered in mud from head to toe. The action of mining the planet’s mud had left him with the appearance of a mobile statue, anybody who came across him, or any of his fellow workers referred to them as the mud men of Terra Aqua.

    Previously the planet was named Terra Incognito (Invisible land). One chart even catalogued this area of space, as Here be dragons. Mythological beasts that are included in stories and charts by people who have found what they have been searching for, It stops other people going to look for themselves. Mythological monsters are a great deterrent. The existence of the planet was known about only in legends. Its exact whereabouts still remained a mystery. However, since Clay’s arrival it was referred to as Terra Aqua (Earth Water) which to his mind was a logical name for a planet that was covered in mud.

    Clay was sitting on a rock out crop thinking up a new marketing incentive for the use of the unlimited supply of the natural resources that surrounded him. His concentration was broken by the sound of screaming engines, and the appearance of a very low flying space craft closely followed by a loud CRASH. The result of which was a large crater in the hither to unblemished surface of the mud plane. After a while, this by the way is slightly longer than a moment, but shorter than jiffy, in galactic time. There followed yell of BUGGER IT closely followed by another curse of the same magnitude.

    Sitting in the centre of a mud creator amidst the shattered remains of a mark six intergalactic explorer was a somewhat dazed and shaken Cyril, the pilot. Who was checking to see if he was still alive, but there are so many ways to be alive after a crash like that.

    Cyril was by profession a very successful model, not your normal model, but a model for garden gnomes. Every garden gnome you have ever seen looks like Cyril thanks to a very active agent, whose commission was escalating by the minute, as

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