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Project U.L.F.

Title: Project U.L.F.

Series: Project U.L.F., 1

Author: Stuart Clark

ISBN: 978-0-9787782-0-0

Product Code: BK0021

Format: Hardcover

Pages: 432

Release Date: February 2007

Cover Price: $27.95

Our Price: $19.95




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Book Jacket


Imprisoned for a crime of passion, Wyatt Dorren is given a second chance at life on the Criminal Rehabilitation Program. Placed at Chicago’s Interplanetary Zoological Park (IZP) his role is to capture alien life forms for return and exhibition at the zoo. The risks are great but anything is better than a life on the inside.

Wyatt does well at the zoo and its director, Douglas Mannheim, recognizes the very real threat that Wyatt’s growing respect and popularity pose to him.

Mannheim plans a bogus mission in an attempt to rid himself of Wyatt but by accident, a young student, Kate Frere, finds herself assigned to Wyatt’s crew. It will be her naïveté that will ultimately uncover the awful truth of what has been done to them all.

Now, Wyatt must unite his team. A team that comprises two old friends, a new recruit, a failure, a rogue element, and now Kate. Together they must work to overcome their differences and come together to find a way back to Earth.

There is one small problem though: they are no longer the hunters…

But the hunted.


Book Excerpt




The Chaddook was cornered. At least it thought it was. The small, rodent-like creature was native here and had been fleeing from an unknown alien pursuer. Faced now with a wall of thick vegetation, the Chaddook had stopped. Chaddooks were extremely partial to open spaces and unlikely to take refuge in dense foliage, even when faced with imminent danger. For this reason, Chaddooks made excellent prey.

The hunter was closer now, the sounds of moving vegetation and footfalls becoming louder. The Chaddook turned, looked back toward the forest trail that had brought it to this clearing and waited.

The alien appeared, brushing aside forest growth with a limb as it stepped into view. It was unlike anything the Chaddook had encountered before—and it was big. 

*   *   *   *   *

Wyatt Dorren stepped into the clearing. He was a tall, muscular man with cropped dark hair. On his back he bore a large pack from which nets, smaller canvas bags and other unidentifiable tools of his trade spilled out. Attached to his belt at his left hip was a large sheathed knife, and on his right hip a gun fitted into a holster clipped to the belt and buckled around his leg, just above the knee.

It was not the chase that had caused Wyatt to break out in a sweat, simply the exertion of carrying his heavy load under the heat of the two suns blazing high overhead. The perspiration now covered his body in a sheen and plastered his hair to his head. Beneath his jacket, the sweat had soaked his green T-shirt, and his chest protector was clearly visible as the wet garment clung to it. His loose-fitting pants matched his thick green canvas jacket and the material of both was littered with zips and poppers. Above the left breast pocket in large white letters the jacket sported the word DORREN, and underneath, in smaller red letters, the words Project U.L.F.

Wyatt spied the Chaddook on the other side of the clearing and a knowing smile broke out on his tanned face. At the same time he felt a twinge of sadness, for he was about to rob this creature of a fundamental right: freedom. Now, the only life this creature would know would be in captivity. It would become a peculiarity for others’ enjoyment. And he would be responsible.

But this was his business, and, as his boss had told him countless times before, those who let their feelings come before their work had no right to be in a job or call themselves businessmen. Wyatt pictured him, Douglas Mannheim, a stocky man reclining in a leather seat behind his desk, spouting all this bullshit. What the hell did he know? He didn’t hear some of these creatures scream as they were trapped or see their eyes, wide and afraid. He had never experienced the sheer terror of knowing that a beast that approached a trap could easily turn and kill you.

The smile had gone from Wyatt’s lips. He shook his head to get rid of the image of Mannheim. When he looked up again his eyes met those of the Chaddook. Large. Brown. Doleful. He sighed, “You little guys don’t make this any easier.”

Instinctively he reached behind him and pulled out a small hand-held gadget. It had a narrow neck that fitted in the palm of his hand and a wider rectangular head adorned with twelve small projections, six at each side. The two sets of projections were off-set from each other at an angle of about thirty degrees, all were set on tiny cogs, some pointing slightly upward, some straight ahead and the remainder pointing toward the ground. Wyatt casually flicked the switch on top of the gadget with his thumb and there was a high-pitched whistle as the unit powered up. He continually kept one eye on the Chaddook. While incapable of doing harm, they had been known to rush attackers when cornered.

He brought his hand up into his line of vision so that when the unit was armed and ready for use he would see the red light on its back illuminate. The Chaddook remained motionless, watching Wyatt just as intensely.

The red light suddenly winked on and Wyatt pointed the head of the unit toward the Chaddook. He pressed the engage button and the twelve spikes on the unit now each emitted two bright red lines of laser light, all slightly displaced from each other vertically. Each small projection on the unit rotated on its cog, moving up and down and causing the beams to cross each other at regular intervals, producing a dynamic net of laser light. The Chaddook was now caught in a corridor of light, the boundaries of which would decrease as Wyatt approached. It was a visual trap, and one that only worked on dumb animals like the Chaddook.

Wyatt stepped further into the clearing, his large booted feet now falling soundlessly. As he left the shade afforded by the thick canopy of foliage, he was struck by the heat of the suns and took a brief look at his surroundings.

The trees towered some two hundred feet high all around him, silent sentinels which guarded the earth where they stood, their sinuous forms snaking ever upward like the fingers of huge outstretched hands, their tops merging to form an almost confluent layer of green and brown broken only by brief glimpses of the sky. Leaves whispered as a cool wind blew through the higher reaches of the forest, causing the trees to sway and caress each other like lovers, their sweet nothings audible for all present to hear. Other sounds could be heard too, the whoops and squawks of countless forest animals, hunting, dying, playing or attracting a mate. Despite the noise, Wyatt thought it was incredibly peaceful.

It seemed odd to him that he stood in an area completely devoid of vegetation, save for the carpet of debris of plants long since dead and the fungi and weeds that thrived among it. It was almost as if a giant foot had fallen here and the owner of the leviathan limb had then moved on leaving the rest of the forest untouched.

He focused his attention once more on the Chaddook. The animal had begun to whimper and its eyes now darted from side to side, watching the lasers as they swept one way and then the other. “Easy, little fella,” Wyatt said, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

The plants behind the Chaddook swayed, rustling in objection to the movement, and Wyatt assumed that they had been caught by one of the all too infrequent breezes that gave a brief respite from the pressing heat. The Chaddook turned toward the noise—and froze.

He had never seen this kind of behavior before. Usually Chaddooks watched their attacker the whole time, looking for a flaw in their approach, escape always a possibility. He was even more amazed when the animal began to back towards him; and then the penny dropped. There was a more pressing concern here. Another threat.

Wyatt cursed himself for not sensing the presence earlier but now every nerve in his body told him it was there. His skin prickled, a strange sensation somewhere between fear and anticipation. His nose immediately identified the scent on the air as foreign, the smell of another living thing made uncharacteristically pungent by the humidity. It was as if someone had exhaled directly into his face. It was there and yet he couldn’t see it.

The Chaddook attempted to flee, turning clumsily on its large flat rear feet. Wyatt’s eyes again met with those of the animal and this time he found a new fear there.

It started straight toward him, something he might have expected earlier, but now? Wyatt’s instincts screamed at him that the whole situation was wrong, that the Chaddook’s behavior was driven not by defiance, but by sheer terror. It had covered perhaps two of the ten feet between Wyatt and itself when something smashed into its back.

The creature yelped and squealed, its feet scrambling furiously in a desperate attempt to get some purchase on the forest floor when suddenly it was lifted from the ground. Wyatt could not explain the obscenity occurring in front of him. The Chaddook, now hanging in mid-air, was being violently shaken from side to side, like a glove puppet on a frantically waving hand. Then, just when he thought he could stand no more of the panic-stricken yelping, the Chaddook fell silent and was unceremoniously dumped to the ground.

From where he stood Wyatt could see that a large mass of flesh had been taken from the rear flank and back of the animal. “Jesus,” he said under his breath. It was only when the malefactor materialized before him that he feared for his own safety.

It appeared slowly at first. Just an outline, a bizarre glass ornament beautiful in the sunlight and a stark contrast to the forest backdrop. Then it seemed to swell as color began to fill the form.

Wyatt was stupefied. This thing was the most terrifying creature he had ever laid eyes on. There could be no doubt that it was predatory, its whole body structure and posture imparted stealth, cunning and a raw intelligence based solely on survival instincts.

It stood on two hind legs. Huge, powerful legs in which every sinew and tendon could be seen to writhe at the creature’s slightest movement. They ended in large feet from which three claws protruded, hooked and uncharacteristically silver in color, glinting like polished metal. Behind it, a huge tail some seven feet in length waved restlessly, skimming the higher grasses and leaving a rustle in its wake. The sound was the only other thing Wyatt was aware of over the pounding of blood in his head.

The forelimbs were long and slender, but their narrowness seemed only to exaggerate the size of the muscles that rippled under the skin. Each limb terminated in a crude three fingered hand, each finger playing host to another silver claw slightly longer and more curved than those on the feet. Its belly was a dirty off-yellow color and its back so dark a brown that it could easily have been mistaken for black.

He allowed his eyes to follow the contour of the creature’s back from the tip of the tail up to the head. It was still eating part of the Chaddook. Gobs of bloody saliva dripped from its mouth and he could see row upon row of razor-sharp teeth, each row moving independently from its neighbors, set in a different jawbone.

The huge jaws made the base of the head exceptionally broad and as if to compensate for this, two circular horns, brilliant white in color, sprouted from the top of the head and curled down, lying almost flat against the side of the animal’s face. The front of the head sloped backward save for a small projection that Wyatt assumed to be the nose.

But where were its eyes? If he had learned one thing in all his years as a trapper, it was to watch an animal’s eyes. Eyes imparted so much information about an animal’s mood and, more importantly, any change of mood, from frightened to aggressive, passive to calculating. This thing did not have eyes, as such, and Wyatt, already in awe of the animal’s physique, now felt himself to be at more of a disadvantage.

Just above the “nose”, a strip of red material, almost like fluid trapped behind a membrane of skin—a blister—ran from one side of the head to the other and Wyatt guessed this was its visual sensory organ.

He had not moved since the animal had appeared except for the fact that the hand holding the laser trap had fallen to his side. He was oblivious to the noise it was making.

He exhaled and the sound, like the slow escape of air from a pressurized container, was incredibly loud in his ears. It was as if in his terror, his lungs had ceased to function, and now the body’s need for oxygen had forced them against their will to expel the spent air.

He was unsure if the animal was even aware of his presence, but any sound would definitely give him away. His wonder was almost instantly replaced with a desire to be out of the presence of the beast, to escape, to survive.

The red beams of the trap scythed to and fro across the ground. They would attract attention unless he shut it off. He swallowed nervously.

His thumb browsed across the top of the trap searching for the switch that would silence it. He would not look down for fear of signaling his presence. He would not look away out of fear alone. The roles were reversed now and he smiled inwardly as he thought: watch the aggressor the whole time; escape is always a possibility. It struck him as rather odd that at his most terrified, his sardonic sense of humor should manifest itself. How bizarre. How human.

For an instant Wyatt had thought he had found the switch and then, perhaps due to his blind fumbling or the clamminess of his hands, the gadget slipped out of his grasp. He looked down then, some insane urge prompting him to follow it, to attempt to catch it as it tumbled, almost in slow motion toward the earth but still he dare not move.

The trap pitched into the ground with a dull thud and Wyatt winced at the noise. He looked up again at the creature, crouched over the Chaddook, still intent on its meal, and for a moment he thought that it had not heard it. It was a false hope but he clung to it desperately. It was all he had.

The creature turned swiftly, practically pivoting on one leg with surprising speed considering its bulkiness. The tail cut a wide arc behind it. It cocked its head like a bird, a sharp, jerky movement. Wyatt couldn’t tell if it was looking at the trap or listening, waiting for another sound that would give away whatever had intruded on its feast. It remained motionless in that position.

The urgency of the situation had numbed all of Wyatt’s senses. His world was silent and he felt like he was watching a slow-motion movie through another person’s eyes, from another body. The trap whirred continuously from where it had fallen, quiet but certainly audible. He knew he had to move. The realization horrified him, but he had to get away from the trap. Trying to retrieve it would be a dangerous and pointless exercise.

He inhaled deeply in a vain attempt to strengthen his resolve. A bead of sweat rolled off the corner of his eyebrow and ran a frantic, tickling line down his cheek. By some huge act of will he drove the fear out of his body and managed to raise his right foot. The mental toll almost made him cry out, but the breath that would have carried the sound escaped as a quivering stutter. He slowly placed his right foot directly behind his left and then, with his left foot, repeated the whole agonizing procedure. Slowly, noiselessly, Wyatt backed away. The creature remained completely still.

After what seemed hours Wyatt stood about twenty-five feet away from where the trap had fallen. He could still hear it, buzzing like an angry insect in the short grass. He realized then that he had not thought about what he would do when he reached the cover and safety of the trees.

Safety? He had no idea of what this creature was capable of or if, indeed, the forest offered any safety at all.

The creature was moving again. Turning its head slowly from one side to the other, the movement deliberate and disturbing. It was obvious that the animal perceived no danger here. Suddenly it moved to where the trap lay. Covering the distance in two strides with a comical strutting gait. It paused there for a moment, head bowed as if in mourning, scrutinizing the object, the irritation, on the ground.

The trap had fallen head-first into a small depression, the laser beams stretching two to three inches before being abruptly terminated as the earth absorbed them. The creature craned its head forward and watched the flicking rays of light as they danced across the tiny pit. Suddenly, its posture changed and Wyatt could tell that for some reason, it had become afraid. Perhaps nothing so small had ever dared to stand its ground. The trap seemed to move but yet it did not flee, and this unfamiliar scenario demanded caution from the animal. Experience had taught this creature not to attack such simple offerings without proper investigation. A mouthful of acid or a face full of stinging cells was lessons that required teaching only once. Whatever it was, Wyatt surmised that it possessed a reasonable amount of intelligence.

He watched as the creature cautiously lifted one leg and prodded the trap with its foot, trying to get some response from the thing, something that would identify it as prey or otherwise. It nudged the trap lightly at first and then, when no response was forthcoming, more insistently. Finally satisfied that the silver object in the grass posed no threat, it stooped to lift the trap, gripping it clumsily with its three fingers. As it lifted it from the ground the lasers once again darted off on their separate paths. The sudden burst of light alarmed the animal and it dropped the trap, instantly springing back some ten feet in one single fluid movement. Its lips peeled back in a sneer revealing its impressive array of teeth. The creature hissed its displeasure. Then it turned to face Wyatt. The thing had known he was there all along.

In that instant Wyatt felt like a child again, preparing to be reprimanded by his father. Here, once more, he was faced with an authority that he was powerless to challenge, to which he was inferior.

The creature had made an association between the trap and Wyatt, and looked at him as if waiting for some explanation. It sneered and hissed again and then bellowed at him, its neck stretched forward as if to emphasize whom the howl was directed at.

He turned and ran then, the thought to flee being the first one to cross his mind. He could have reached for his gun but he did not trust his shaking hands to operate the weapon as they had been trained to, besides, he had seen the speed with which the animal could move and he doubted whether he could draw and raise the gun before the creature covered the ten or so yards between them.

He plunged through the dense foliage, arms flailing to push away the stray fronds and leaves which occasionally struck him, leaving scratches on his face and tears in his clothing as he frantically fought his way past them. It seemed as if the whole environment had suddenly turned malicious.

He stumbled and fell, his legs not being able to move as fast as his body was willing them. He landed awkwardly but sprang back to his feet with a newfound agility. Over the sound of his ragged, hurried breathing he could hear the pursuit—the rustle of leaves and the crack of wood as the animal stampeded through the forest after him. He thought it sounded like a forest fire, but only the strongest of winds could make fire follow him as swiftly as the thing that mimicked the noise now.

He was running blind, batting aside the forest growth to hasten his passage, turning only twice to be confronted both times with a glimpse of the plant growth swaying back behind him like a gate closing, shutting him in. On the second occasion, his foot struck a large protruding tree root and he was sent sprawling to the ground in a shower of leaves. As he clambered to his hands and knees and spat the earth from his mouth he was struck from behind with such force that he was almost thrown to the ground again. It had caught up with him. It was grasping his backpack, its head level with his. He could feel its hot breath and flecks of spittle on his neck.

Somehow he managed to stagger to his feet and then, like someone resigned to throwing himself off a precipice, he flung his hands behind him. With a wriggle the straps of his pack slipped off his shoulders and the weight of the animal pulled it off his back, both pack and beast falling to the ground.

He was away once more, running with a lightness in his step which was perhaps not only due to the loss of the cumbersome weight he had carried before but also to the closeness of his brush with death. He had never been that close to actually perishing before, but he had also never felt more alive than he did now.

The combination of the heat and the exertion was making him dizzy and he knew that he would have to pause to catch his breath while he had a lead on the animal, which was probably where he had left it, examining its trophy with the same caution it had shown the trap, thinking maybe that it had claimed a part of him. He stopped and turned to look behind him. There was no sign of the animal and he could hear nothing that would signify its approach. He leaned over, his hands on his knees as his breaths, which came in huge, wheezing pants, gradually lessened in frequency. Thoughts raced through his mind, each being dismissed as quickly as they came. He straightened, still with no real plan as to what he was going to do. He would think as he ran. He was sure the creature would continue to hunt him down as soon as it realized that it would get no meal from the backpack. He turned to run again and was confronted with hundreds of teeth as the thing howled into his face. He screamed. 

*   *   *   *   *

He was covered in sweat and his voice died in the room. The forest was gone, and where the trees once stood were now dim outlines that slowly resolved as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. It was the dream again.

He wiped his brow with a shaking hand and let it fall down his face, rubbing forefinger and thumb across his eyelids before pinching the bridge of his nose. He struggled to prop himself up on his elbows in the soft bed and exhaled deeply. It was not the first time the nightmare had come and he was annoyed at himself for letting it wake him. He was growing tired of the disruption, almost to the point where he wished that, as he woke, one of the shadows in the room would move and it would be there, somehow managing not only to chase him through the forest but also across the boundaries of imagination and reality. To make the outcome of the pursuit final.

He flipped the bedclothes off and away from him as he swung his legs off the bed and planted his feet on the floor, pausing there to cup his face in his hands and rub away the sleep before standing, collecting his robe and padding quietly out of his bedroom.

The kitchen tiles were cold on the soles of his feet, but it was more of a refreshing sensation than a discomfort. “Lights, surface and ceiling,” he said and then, as an afterthought, “Dim.”

The strip lights on the ceiling flickered into life and behind each tile that skirted the kitchen work surface a single bulb winked on to produce a solid bar of light which cast a faint blush on anything in the near vicinity. With the light came a faint hum, the sound of electricity, a force that had been stirred from unconsciousness and now dozed peacefully.

He opened the fridge door. It was empty except for a jug of milk and a joint of ham. Removing the jug he shuffled across the kitchen and reached up to the cupboards on the wall. He touched a pressure pad with his forefinger, and the cupboard door slid open to reveal a number of glasses, of which he took one. He poured a glass of the white, cold liquid and gulped it down, gasping in his first breath when he finished, savoring the taste in his mouth. He didn’t begrudge the price he had paid for it, even if it had cost him a fortune on the black market along with the meat. It was so much better than the synth milk from the replicators. Time inside had been useful in at least one respect. He poured himself another glass before replacing the jug and wandering into the living room.

“Screen, channel hop,” he said and an area some forty inches square on one of the bare white walls began to illuminate as a picture slowly formed within the undefined region. A computer generated voice stated “Channel one” and Wyatt watched with undisguised apathy as the characters from some dire sitcom he had been unfortunate enough to see once before went through the motions, interrupted only by canned laughter after each delivered punch line. The picture changed and the voice stated, “Channel two” in an identical tone as previously as if it too, shared Wyatt’s disinterest in late-night viewing choice.

Three politicians now argued over the city’s overcrowding problem and one of them, a rotund man with beady pig eyes, was just about to launch into his proposal for a solution. “I think…” he began.

“Who gives a shit what you think?” Wyatt muttered. He walked to the window and looked down over the city. Even in the dead of night it was a hive of activity. The buildings stood like solid shadows, columns whose forms were darker than the night itself. Within each a multitude of lights blinked and danced like fairy lights on some horrifically charred Christmas tree. The view made him feel like some supreme being, looking out over his minions, but with the same thought came another—that every speck of light he could see was another person going about their business, and the feeling of supremacy was rapidly replaced with one of insignificance.

“Yeah, who does give a shit what you think?” he said again. Every one of those lights was another person and every person had their own problems and their own personal dramas, which to them were far more important than any large-scale social or economic problem.

His thoughts went to Tanya and he turned and looked back toward the bedroom door, hoping somehow that he could spirit her back just by thinking about her. He could see her, standing with her back to the doorframe, one leg bent so her short silk robe climbed revealingly up her thigh. Her long dark hair, ruffled but not untidy, tumbling over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back and her eyes, those lovely dark eyes which could be as soft as velvet or as hard as if they were lumps of coal set in her face. She was a strong woman, every part his equal and every bit a lady and he missed her more than he cared to admit.

Tanya was really the only woman who had ever fully understood his predicament. Registered as a dangerous criminal, Wyatt had been offered a place on the state community service program. In exchange for a reduced sentence, he would do a five-year work placement at a location of the government’s choice. The catch was that the jobs that were offered were extremely hazardous and few, very few, ever completed their five years.

The program served three purposes. One, it solved the prison overcrowding problem. Two, it meant there would always be employees for high risk jobs which very few people were willing to do, and thirdly, it dispatched many of society’s undesirable elements.

Wyatt had been reasonably lucky. He had found himself posted to the Interplanetary Zoological Park, working as part of a team dedicated to the capture of specimens to be exhibited at the IZP. Many of the people on the specimen capture team were indeed people who had applied for their positions. Some were genuinely interested in the work—biologists, zoologists, botanists—all educated. Others were waifs and strays for whom the excitement or danger was appeal enough, and for the remainder, the prospect of interstellar travel was the attraction, the risks they took from day to day being an unfortunate consequence of their line of work.

It was a large division of people, staffed by maybe two hundred and fifty, and Wyatt was constantly amazed at how well the group worked together considering their diversity of backgrounds. The other thing that struck him as uncanny was the ease with which his newfound colleagues accepted him. They knew his background but he was never quizzed about his circumstances and for that he was grateful.

The reason for the good rapport among the people was made clear to Wyatt when he had commented on the blasé attitude possessed by most people in the division. The man sat opposite him in the refectory had stopped eating, dabbed the corners of his mouth with a napkin before leaning over the table and said, “We work together or we may never work again.” He had then continued his meal as if the conversation had never happened. It was then that Wyatt had realized that these people didn’t just live each day—they survived each day. Every person in a team trusted the next man and, as Wyatt had found out on some of his early expeditions, sometimes that trust extended to putting your life in another person’s hands. The bonds that were forged from such faith transcended the artificial boundaries that most people liked to throw around themselves. Strength of character and integrity were important here.

 The uncertainty of what each day might bring also made many people appreciate what they ordinarily took for granted. Wyatt had found that appreciation also brought reflection, and he had spent a number of months examining himself and his situation. He put the past behind him and emerged happier and more extroverted, full of drive and optimism.

He had met Tanya three and a half years into his placement. It had been his day off but he had come in to check up on a marsupial recently acquired from one of the more distant expedition zones that was having trouble acclimating. He had come to respect animals; they gave him the opportunity to care for something—and after being inside he hadn’t cared about anything for a long time.

He had been coaxing the animal to feed when he had seen her through the plexiglass. She was taking a class of children around the zoo and was having trouble with a few disruptive individuals. Wyatt appeared at her shoulder.

“Hey kids, you wanna see some animals up close?” he had said. The children were silenced instantly. They turned, amazed, and Wyatt suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious as sixteen pairs of eyes fell on him. Tanya was looking at him too, half surprised and half amused at his dashing entrance.

He had spent the rest of the day with Tanya and her class, using his security pass to enable them to see more than a day ticket would normally allow. When they had exhausted the exhibits she had thanked him and kissed him lightly on the cheek, much to the amusement of the schoolchildren, before boarding the monorail that would take them back to the main entrance.

Two days later he had received a call at work. It was her. She thanked him for his kindness and inquired as to how his work was going before asking if he would be interested in hosting another school excursion. He agreed. As it transpired, she was the only member of the party.

Their date was a success and the first of many. As he grew to like her he began to trust her. He felt he ought to tell her what had brought him to the zoo, even though he feared the reaction it might provoke. She sat stony-faced as he recounted his story, and when he finished she had clasped his hand in hers, kissed him and told him that none of what had happened mattered to her; it had happened to a Wyatt who existed long before the one she had known. She did not care about his past, so long as he promised to quit his job at the zoo when his contract was over. She worried about him taking the risks he did, and missed him when he was away on expeditions. He had promised.

Within a year of their meeting, Tanya had moved in with him. Wyatt looked forward to leaving his job and starting a new life with her. As a short-termer with only a few months left on his contract he was put on jobs with significantly less risk than he was accustomed to. His final day was both a happy and sad occasion for him.

At first his life with Tanya was more than he had hoped for. She was beautiful, carefree, generous, and for some reason, which he could not figure out, she loved him. He also had his freedom, and the sensation seemed to infuse him with new life. His future had never looked so good. Then, one day, as he watched her playing with some of the children in her care it had dawned on him that besides her, there was no one else in his life. He had immediately felt foolish, selfish. Many others would be happy enough to have Tanya alone in their lives, but the more he thought about it in the following weeks, the more he came to realize that he missed his old life at the zoo. Tanya had talked of marriage and a family, but Wyatt’s old colleagues were his family. They had accepted him when no one else would. They had trusted him when no one else would. They believed in him when no one else would. How could he give up something he knew for something he did not yet have?

He had discussed his feelings with her and she had been unhappy but understanding. It was agreed that he would return to the IZP.

His return to the zoo had been greeted with smiles and back claps. Everybody had been pleased to see him. Some thought he was a little crazy, but were pleased to see him nonetheless.

He had been back at his job almost two months when he received a call summoning him to Mannheim’s office. Mannheim had beckoned him to sit, offered him a drink, which he politely accepted, and then sat opposite him. “I have a proposal for you…” he had begun.

The proposal involved money. Lots of money. Money Wyatt could look forward to receiving if he agreed to head up a new division called Project U.L.F. The acronym, Wyatt understood, stood for Unidentified Life Form. The group would be a small sub-division of the current specimen acquirement team and would comprise some sixty to seventy people. Their job would be to travel to newly discovered star systems and astral bodies, and capture new life forms for study and eventual exhibition at the zoo. The dangers were great but the salary reflected the hazards.

He had thought about the offer for a long time. He did not tell Tanya but she sensed something was troubling him.

When he did tell her it was after he had signed the contract accepting the position. He would not have believed her reaction, had he not seen it with his own eyes. She went into a rage that he did not know she was capable of, screaming and pacing like some frustrated caged animal. She had thrown herself at him, pounding his chest with her delicate hands clenched into unfamiliar fists. He had grabbed her by the wrists and overpowered her and she had fallen into his arms sobbing. She wondered about their future together and he told her that everything would be all right.

Everything was not all right. On their first expedition Wyatt and his team had found the equipment they were used to using wholly inadequate. Three men were dead and two more seriously injured. With each subsequent expedition, even though the equipment was modified to cater to their needs and new traps were designed, the toll continued to rise. Then, finally, after six months, they recorded their first outing with no casualties.

When he returned home to tell Tanya the good news, he found the letter. She had left him. The letter said that she could not continue their now part-time relationship. She needed someone around her and she missed him when he was away. She lived in constant fear, not knowing whether the next telelink call would be from him or from someone with news of him. It was a situation she could no longer bear. She hoped they would remain friends.

In hindsight, he realized that he had been extremely selfish. They had called each other infrequently, but soon that had petered out to nothing. Months later, fate conspired to deal him a cruel blow. The U.L.F. department expanded and Wyatt’s responsibilities and workload increased. Without really seeing it happening, Wyatt had become promoted to I.Z.P. middle management, confined to offices on Earth and on the Moon. Wyatt just didn’t go out with the teams any more.

He tried to locate her again but she had moved on without leaving a contact number or forwarding address. He wondered what she was doing now. Who she was with.

He despised himself for not getting over her. That seemed to banish the longing he could feel rising within him as his thoughts dwelt upon her, but the ache of loss, which seemed to infest every part of him would not be dismissed so easily.

He wandered back to the heart of the room before collapsing in his armchair, which seemed to engulf him in its vastness, the leather creaking in complaint of the burden he represented. After selecting a program he could tolerate he sat and watched television, looking but not seeing, his mind elsewhere. His thoughts were haphazard, shooting off at illogical tangents but somehow always coming back to Tanya, like fingers prodding a healing wound, withdrawing with the resurgence of pain that the investigation evoked but always returning even though the action was imprudent.

The last thing he heard before sleep reclaimed him was the glass hitting the floor as it fell from his hand. He dreamt of her and slept fitfully.


Book Reviews


Review by: Jennifer Andrew, Book Pleasures

Entertains, thrills, and leaves you

at the edge of your seat!


This exciting science fiction novel is about a trapper named Wyatt Dorren.  Shrouded by a rocky past, he finds himself in charge of leading a crack-pot team to a seemingly abandoned planet.  He believes the trip is a routine excursion to bring back alien lifeforms for the city zoo.  Trained in hunting and trapping creatures of unknown planets, no amount of training could prepare some of these specialists for what they were up against.  When Wyatt realizes the type of people included in his team, he begins to question the realism of the expedition.  As he discovers the true nature of his quest, he comes in contact with new species that threatens their lives.  Stuck on unfamiliar territory, Wyatt must convince the team to work together to get back home or be stranded on a dangerous planet forever.


Set in Chicago where hover vehicles abound, Project U.L.F. brings to its pages what Alien and Predator brought to the silver screen.  Stuart Clark fabricates the Central American Jungle into a foreign, futuristic setting and places his characters in a manner that entertains, thrills and leaves you at the edge of your seat.  The author keeps the momentum of the story by immersing the characters from one encounter to the next, until the reader does not know where he or she is going to end up.  Stuart Clark does not waste the reader’s time with too much dialogue but fits in just enough to distinguish the characters and move the story along.


The main character, Wyatt Dorren, is in charge of the whole U.L.F. Acquirement Department at the IZP but he gets a rude awakening when he finds out the real purpose of his involvement.  He has to learn that he cannot continue his life as a loner but must trust in others around him while leading the group to safety.  Kate Frere, a young biologist, is believed to have been on a standard mission to retrieve specimens but finds herself involved in an unexpected situation.  Her role in the story seems to compliment Wyatt since they are forced to work out their differences to survive.  With a collection of memorable outcasts, conflict arises that almost tears the team apart.


Captivating from the first page, Project U.L.F. is a story that is not bogged down by technical literature, but filled with terminology suited for the genre.  Science fiction fans will find it easy to read and unable to put the novel down until you reach its entirety.



Review by: Angela Schuch, SciFi Chick

Guaranteed Non-Stop,

Heart-Pounding Thriller


Stuart Clark kindly offered an advanced copy of his new book, Project U.L.F., for me to review.

Books like this simply validate my love of science fiction. Not only are his characters realistic and interesting, but the storyline is extremely engaging. From the time I first sat down to read, straight through to the end, I was captivated.

Wyatt Dorren heads Project U.L.F. (Unidentified Life Form) for the Interplanetary Zoological Park. In the past, he has been a trapper, visiting various planets and collecting different species of extraterrestrial life to bring back to the zoo. So, when he is offered to lead another mission of the same, which he thinks will be good for promoting the zoo, he agrees. But, unbeknownst to Wyatt, the Douglas Mannheim has other plans for this “routine” mission. The disreputable Mannheim is the manager of the zoo, and feels threatened by Wyatt. So, he assembles a special team for Wyatt and sends them on a one-way trip to a planet from which no one has returned.

Mannheim isn’t the only one with an ulterior motive. And the planet is much more dangerous than anyone imagines. With deadly creatures around every corner, not everyone will survive this nightmare.

Comparable to tense, science fiction movies such as Alien and Pitch Black, Project U.L.F. is a guaranteed non-stop, heart-pounding thriller. At the end of each chapter, I felt like I could finally exhale in relief. Cleverly written from different points of view (and sometimes of the aliens themselves), only added to the suspense. Clark’s vivid depiction of the deadly planet and imaginative creatures brought the book to life. I’ll be looking forward to more works from this new author.

Project U.L.F. will be available February 28th from Amazon, and is now available for preorder. It’s also available now direct from Silver Leaf Books.


Review by: Scott Shaffer, SF Signal Review

Excellent Sci-Fi Thriller

that offers a ride reminiscent of

Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park


REVIEW SUMMARY: Excellent sci-fi thriller that offers a ride reminiscent of Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park

MY RATING: 3.5 stars


BRIEF SYNOPSIS: An ex-con turned animal hunter is thrust onto a very dangerous planet and forced to rally his rag-tag team of misfits into a fight for their very lives.


PROS: Very well written action sequences, overall pacing is excellent
CONS: Some characters are openly stereotypical, dream element heavy-handed
BOTTOM LINE: Well worth the time if you enjoy a bit of thrill along with your pulpy science fiction.


Humanity's first reach into the stars has some very practical side-effects.  While most people won't get the chance to visit other planets, they are interested in the life that is found there and it is natural to assume today's zoos will want to fill that need.  Wyatt Dorren is an ex-con with a new lease on life thanks to a work-release program that has put him on an animal hunting crew with Chicago's interplanetary zoo.  He traps animals on newly discovered planets and brings them back for exhibition in the zoo.  Wyatt is good at his job and rapidly rises through the ranks ultimately attracting the attention of the zoo Director - who sees him as a threat.  To deal with this, Wyatt is secretly sent on a mission to planet only just discovered - one that completely eliminated any traces of the initial survey team.


This one-way trip involves a group of people all intended to be lost - close friends of Wyatt, ineffective junior employees, the elder trapper about to draw a huge pension, and another work-release felon whose violent behavior is proving impossible to manage.  But in addition to this group, the cover-up involving the secret destination also traps a student out on a planetary survey sponsored by her school.  Thanks to this and a few other helpful accidents, Wyatt discovers the true situation and has to drag his team across the dangerous ground on a trek for their survival.


Clark manages to spin this tale into a very fun and compelling read.  The plot moves along sharply - and that is what impressed me the most.  There are some side-elements that might have been better eliminated (Wyatt has dreams that foreshadow trouble but end up meaning little) but overall the book moves quickly.  There is political intrigue involving blackmail of a General, the confrontations between Wyatt and the Director, and of course the troubles on the planet itself.  The team suffers setbacks, but none of them felt contrived or designed to stall the plot or pad the book.  The trek across the planet has a great sense of foreboding - especially when the reader knows more than the characters and sees that they are about to walk into trouble.  Finally, I really liked the fact that at the end of the day, the planet has no sense of evil or morality to it - that is instead left for the humans.  The alien creatures that go about their lives in the harsh environment are neither good nor bad - they are just surviving.


The science fiction is pretty well done, especially the parts involving the ecology of the alien planet.  The ideas on alien life forms are just Earth-like enough to make the threats they pose seem real.  Imagine finding a planet like Earth's in the grip of the dinosaurs, for example.  From carnivorous plants to emerging sentient frog-men and to the truly dangerous beasts on the planet they all felt realistic and believable.


Some of the characters are a bit stereotypical (the ex-con, the kid, etc.) although I give Clark some credit for admitting to it in the book.  At one point Wyatt, under the delusion that his team was assembled for media value, points out how each of them fits a specific role.  Hey, at least he was honest about it.  And while some characters change a little due to the experience, most of them aren't that deep to begin with and aren't candidates for growth.  It is a thriller, after all, and not exactly Hyperion.  I didn't mind that the characters are somewhat weak - this is a plot-driven story that is ultimately very good at what it was meant to be.


All told - I was glad I read the book and had a good time reading it.  It is a great bit of pulp fiction that delivers a fast-paced, exciting read.


Review by: Sabrina Williams, Front Street Reviews

Narrative is Smooth, Uncluttered,

and Edited Well


Wyatt Dorren may be an ex-con, but since his placement as a trapper for Project Unidentified Life Form, he's made himself into a respectable member of society. Project U.L.F. uses teams of trappers to travel the galaxy and capture new life forms to display at the Interplanetary Zoological Park. His stellar job performance has deemed him a candidate for a pretigious position at the zoo. However, someone threatened by his advancement wishes to eliminate the competition.

Wyatt is deployed on what he believes to be a routine U.L.F. mission. By the time he begins to uncover a setup, it's too late: he and his crew are stranded on an uncharted planet out of range of passing ships. The more he learns of his unlikely teammates, the more evident their intended demise becomes. Abandoning the mission he was originally charged with, he undertakes the task of delivering his crew to safety while unimaginable threats await.

Project U.L.F. is classic science fiction from a fresh new voice. Stuart Clark's debut novel propels the reader into a future not incredibly unlike the present, save for the prevalence of alien life forms. The characters even relish in a bit of nostalgia with a Stars Wars reference to Han Solo. With realistic creatures just alien enough to be intimidating, the reader feels the threat the adventurers face on a moment to moment basis.

Clark's narrative is smooth, uncluttered and edited well. It seems silly to have to mention the editing quality, but with current inconsistent publishing standards, it is rare to find a book with minimal errors. Project U.L.F. reflects positively on both Clark and Silver Leaf Books. The story keeps the reader focused with few lulls in the action. The ending lacks closure, but this is something that can be easily remedied in the future and the possibility of a sequel appears evident in the final paragraphs. Stuart Clark is likely to become a familiar name in science fiction.


Review by: Janie Franz,

Project U.L.F. is a Flat Out Winner!

Attention all science-fiction fans, there is a new writing talent on the horizon. Stuart Clark is proving to be the next Michael Crichton or maybe a new Robert Heinlein.

Clark has written a remarkable off-world adventure, Project U.L.F. Within its pages, Clark reveals a world of the future where zoo personnel travel to distant worlds to find exotic species to supply humanity's educational and recreational curiosity. The fearless trappers who bag these off-world beasties are a remarkable breed themselves. For Wyatt Dorren, becoming a trapper had been a choice he made to cut his prison sentence short, a decision that could easily have resulted in an early death on a hostile planet. As he learned his trade, however, he found he was quite adept. Nevertheless, as the story unfolds, Dorren and an unusual crew find themselves on a mission that is doomed from its start. They begin gathering specimens but soon that task takes the back seat to survival and trying to formulate a plan to return home.

Clark has created a remarkable world filled with unusual and dangerous flora and fauna in a future that still hasn't learned the evil of power and greed. The adventure is fast-paced, the characters are authentic and multi-dimensional, and the alien lifeforms are creatively drawn and very surprising.

Project U.L.F. is a flat out winner! I haven't read such pure science-fiction adventure in a long time. The book has the feel of early classic sci-fi (adventure and horror in the unknown) combined with the hard science and sophistication of today. Adding reality to the narrative is Clark's background in science. Though he has degrees in microbiology and science writing, he deals with broad biological factors in the book, painting a landscape, climate, and creatures that are definitely not microbial.

Stuart Clark recently announced that he has finished writing a second book about exotic off-world trappers, which means that he may be launching a series.


Review by: Daniel Eskridge, Galactium

The Style is Clear, the Characters well Defined, and the Story Engrossing


Project U.L.F., by first time novelist Stuart Clark, tells the tale of Wyatt Dorren and his team of interplanetary animal trappers as they strive to escape a dangerous untamed planet on which they have been purposely marooned. Project U.L.F. is a special division of Chicago's Interplanetary Zoological Park. Its goal is to find new animals on uncharted worlds and to bring them back to the zoo. It's such a dangerous job that its members are recruited from the ranks of dangerous criminals.

Wyatt Dorren was once such a criminal, but at the beginning of the novel has risen through the ranks to become the division head of Project ULF. He is so popular that the IZP Director Douglass Mannheim has decided that Dorren is a threat. He concocts a plot to send Wyatt and a team of under equipped misfits to a highly dangerous world with inadequate means of return. Through an unfortunate series of events, Kate Frere, a starry eyed recent college graduate, finds herself along for the ride. What follows is a pretty straight forward man versus nature story as Wyatt's team must overcome their internal strife while they struggle to survive and escape back to earth.

For a first novel, Project U.L.F is quite good. The style is clear, the characters well defined, and the story engrossing. As far as science fiction goes, it definitely favors fiction over science, with the focus on action and drama rather than speculation and technology. This story could easily have taken place in the early 20th century Amazon jungle rather than an alien world. In fact, I felt a little like I was reading a Pulp era science fiction novel written in the vein of Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World. Though I wouldn't really classify it as a YA novel, with only slight adult language and one adult themed scene this novel would be safe for teens.

The villain's motives are a tad weak. Also, one of the subplots that bothered me involves Wyatt's criminal past. It is mentioned prominently in the story, but in the end has no real effect on the plot, except as the basis for some of Wyatt's emotional responses. I would like to have seen it more tied to the plot, say perhaps a victim from Wyatt's past playing a hand in the plot against him. Otherwise, I don't think that the novel would have suffered if that thread had been trimmed down significantly. But, those are minor points. Overall, I enjoyed this novel and recommend it to anyone looking for a good story of survival and adventure.


Review by: Mel Jacob, SF Revu

Stuart Clark's debut novel Project U.L.F. throws his hero Wyatt Dorren into a hush-hush mission to capture new life forms from a planet beyond the edge of inhabited space. However, neither Wyatt nor his crew know they are not expected to return.


Wyatt has worked his way up from an ex-criminal and Unidentified Life Forms (U.L.F.) team member to an executive position for the Interplanetary Zoological Park (I.Z.P.) Head of the U.L.F. Department, he manages the expeditions sent to newly discovered worlds to capture new specimens for the Park. His boss, the head of the I.Z.P, asks him to lead a secret mission to acquire new animals for an anniversary celebration of the Park. Surprised, Wyatt at first says no. He hasn't done field work for several years, but he finally agrees.


Added to the crew at the last minute, Kate Frere expects to participate in a routine mission to a known planet. When the man who arranged her assignment learns the ship's real destination, he strives to find a means to enable her and his friend Wyatt a chance for survival. Unable to prevent the survey ship's launch only minutes away, he hides a ship locator beacon aboard.


The ship's destination beyond charted space has already claimed two ships and their crews. The planet has been declared off-limits. No reports indicate what killed the crew of the first ship or that of the rescue vessel sent to help.


Kate, a recent graduate, finds herself marooned with the U.L.F. team with no apparent escape and must fight along with them to survive in a hostile environment. Adding to her problems, one troublesome team member has plans for her.


Wyatt's initial puzzlement over the mission and the crew assigned turns to horror when he discovers they have neither the supplies nor sufficient power to leave the planet. Finding the ship beacon gives a brief ray of hope, but the other two ships lie more 1500 miles away and their ship hasn't enough power to make it that far. Surrounded by difficult terrain and hostile predators, they lose one team member.


Dwindling supplies force them to consider desperate measures. Hoping the other ships hold supplies and may have power to at least signal for help, Wyatt calculates they might get to within seventy or so miles of one of the ships. In a desperate gamble, they take off.

A crash landing in a swamp causes injuries to one team member and exposes them to hungry creatures hiding in the area. Last to leave the sinking vessel, Wyatt swims for his life. Once ashore, they still must locate one of the ships. Food and shelter become urgent needs.


When they reach the first of the ships, it is 40 feet off the ground in a huge tree. They find a dead crew. Getting the ship down intact poses more challenges. They do it, but in the process damage the hyperdrive they must have to return home.


Clark offers the reader an exciting story told from the point-of-view of different characters.  Some may argue with various story aspects, especially the romance, but the strange creatures he describes and the conflicts among the team members keep the pages turning. He also introduces an intelligent alien who befriends a team member and helps them get the spares they need to fix one ship.


For some unexplained reason, Clark shifts between measurement systems sometimes using miles, feet, and yards, and other times using kilometers. He has a number of characters smoking cigarettes in the far distant future, which dates the story somewhat. One would think other vices might predominate by then. In any event, with this novel behind him, others are sure to follow.


Review by: Kevin Lucia, Press & Sun-Bulletin

"Project U.L.F." doesn't concern itself with being anything more than what it is: action-adventure fun. Clark utilizes standard science fiction elements well, crafting a story reminiscent of "Aliens," though it's less politically inclined than Heinlein's "Starship Troopers." In a narrative that bounds, Clark creates worlds that are rough and gritty, populated by extraterrestrials not interested in universal peace.

Wyatt Dorren is a rehabilitated ex-convict and team leader of U.L.F., (Unidentified Life Forms), a department of the Interplanetary Zoo. Though Wyatt's forged a successful career tackling the most dangerous alien life forms, recent events haven't been kind. His lover, Tanya, has dumped him, leaving him alone in a cold, empty apartment full of regret.

When he's offered an U.L.F. mission as field commander, Wyatt takes the assignment, glad for the distraction. Things, however, quickly go awry. Saddled with inexperienced rookies and a young, untrained biologist, Wyatt's team becomes stranded on a hostile world in what appears to be sabotage.

Light-years from Earth with no working ship, Wyatt must ferret out a traitor and get his team working together, as the hunters become the hunted.

Readers looking for insightful commentary on future society won't find it in "U.L.F," and that's fine, because this is a novel with pulp flavor and flair. Though "U.L.F." could be considered a standard "bug hunt," Clark charts the science fiction waters well, crafting an enjoyable tale. "U.LF" offers honest escapist fun, something needed to counter "serious" novels about future societal trends.


Review by: Shiy Conrow, Wiggle Rheum


Aliens and an unlikely hero. This story has been done before, but this one has its own unique twists and turns. It keeps it from being the same ole same ole. I did enjoy reading this book and would suggest it to my younger readers out there. It wasn't a "I can't put it down story." There were sometimes that I forgot about reading it, but when I did take some time to read it I enjoyed the storyline.




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