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    Bigfoot vs. Aliens
    Bigfoot vs. Aliens
    Bigfoot vs. Aliens
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    Bigfoot vs. Aliens

    By Kyle Sullivan

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    When silver spaceships invade the forest skies, a Bigfoot must emerge from the shadows to join forces with the planet’s most dangerous species: humans.


    Grey aliens have destroyed the city, forcing humans to flee into the dense mountain forest. From afar, a Bigfoot warily observes the human intruders and the silent silver discs that follow. But when the Bigfoot is enlisted by an ancient forest spirit to protect a gifted human child, the reclusive cryptid must team up with the boy and his cat in a desperate attempt to save the planet from a powerful extraterrestrial threat. Told from the Bigfoot’s first-person perspective, this fast-paced adventure is packed with shocking twists, terrifying encounters, and direct insight into the heart and mind of North America’s most famous cryptid creature.


    Bigfoot vs. Aliens kicks off the Hazyscapes middle-grade series, a surreal and thrilling anthology of speculative fiction. Each book plunges readers into unbelievable circumstances, with unforgettable creatures and unbridled adventure. Each page-turning story features bizarre, disturbing and paranormal situations, as well as light moral explorations of a range of topics including environmentalism, consumerism and artificial intelligence.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHazy Dell Press
    Release dateOct 18, 2022
    ISBN9781948931458
    Bigfoot vs. Aliens
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    Kyle Sullivan

    Kyle Sullivan is an award-winning children’s book author whose titles have sold more than 300,000 copies worldwide. Kyle writes middle-grade chapter books, picture books, and board books that appeal to parents, guardians, teachers, and librarians just as much as the young readers in their lives. His books include The Mirror People (Hazyscapes #2), Hazel and the Spooky Season, Krampus Confidential, and Hobgoblin and the Seven Stinkers of Rancidia (Hazy Fables #1), which was named a Kirkus Best Book of 2019 and received a Foreword INDIES Book of the Year Award. Kyle has an MA in English Literature from the University of British Columbia and a BA in Creative Writing from the University of Washington. He lives in Portland, Oregon.

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      Bigfoot vs. Aliens - Kyle Sullivan

      BIGFOOT vs. ALIENS

      KYLE SULLIVAN

      Portland, Oregon

      Also by KYLE SULLIVAN

      Krampus Confidential

      Zombie, Or Not to Be

      Hobgoblin and the Seven Stinkers of Rancidia

      Werewolf? There Wolf!

      The Cyclops Witch and the Heebie-Jeebies

      BIGFOOT vs. ALIENS

      Copyright © 2022 by Kyle Sullivan

      Cover illustration by George Bletsis

      Interior design by Ashley Halsey

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

      ISBN: 978-1-948931-45-8

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information and storage retrieval system, without prior written consent from the publisher.

      First edition: October 2022

      Published by Hazy Dell Press, LLC

      Find all Hazy Dell Press books at hazydellpress.com.

      Most of all, Bigfoot shows what could have been and what still could be, if only we treated the land as if it were really there.

      —Robert Michael Pyle, Where Bigfoot Walks: Crossing the Dark Divide

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      About the Author

      Other Books and Reviews

      Landmarks

      Cover

      1

      Twisting limbs reached out over the cliff and into the silvery sky. I stood still among a gathering of whitebark pine trees that lined the edge of a rocky drop-off. The sounds of a chattering forest washed over me.

      A gust of howling mountain wind whipped and whirled through my hair. It was the same wind that had spent decades smoothing and gnarling these trees.

      Three quick sniffs of the damp autumn air told me the rain would soon return.

      I turned and continued my ascent up the rocks along the cliffside. Plumes of steam wafted off my shoulders and head as I navigated the craggy terrain, still damp from an earlier mist.

      The rocks were slick, but they gave me no trouble. I had traveled up this bluff thousands of times, the reliable footholds and potential hazards long seared into my mind.

      As with so much of this mountain and the surrounding forest, I could make this journey without thinking about it. This allowed me to focus my mind elsewhere. It allowed me to brood over the topic that had haunted my thoughts since the invasion began.

      My mind was on the intruders.

      Two weeks ago, the first groups arrived in the darkness. Then more followed, and still more, seeping across the forest like an infection. Now, hundreds, maybe thousands, occupied the dense tree-filled valley beneath my home.

      I curved my path to the west, away from the cliff and into the thick forest. The wind carried the scent of damp moss, wild thyme, and cedar. Soon, I reached a muddy stream and waded into its bubbling knee-deep waters.

      As I neared the far bank, my mind showed me that nearby, beneath a cluster of low-hanging branches, a mother deer lay with her fawn. The mother’s wide eyes stared out of the enclosure, alert for any sign of danger.

      Before she could sense my approach, I projected emotions into her mind. A pleasant tingling sensation flowed through my chest and brain as I communicated feelings comparable to concepts like Calm. Friend. Safe.

      In my mind, I saw the deer close her eyes and lower her head. Slowly, deeply, she breathed in and out. Message received.

      The dimming sky grumbled with faraway thunder. Large raindrops began splashing into evergreen branches. My mind returned to the intruders.

      Until two weeks ago, they had rarely glimpsed this part of the forest. The ancient terrain was far too harsh for their comfort and safety. Occasionally, an individual or small group would trek into the valley below, but they wouldn’t stay long.

      Then one day, everything changed. The rugged landscape and dense greenery that once protected me from the intruders was now being used by them for their own protection.

      My intruders, it turned out, had intruders of their own.

      As I walked, the branches of towering evergreens sprawled above to keep me dry, for the most part. Despite the cover, every few steps, a droplet would trickle through the branches to dribble down my hair on its way to the forest floor.

      But the shower was brief. The rain had stopped by the time I reached my destination: a 1,000-year-old Douglas fir on the bluff’s northwest edge.

      With a deep breath, I began to heave myself up.

      Though the lowest branches were farther up than I could reach, the chunky bark offered plenty of purchase as I used my strength to grip and claw my way up.

      Once the first limb was within my grasp, I could ascend with ease, branch by branch, to the highest reaches of the forest.

      Ten or so branches up the tree, my mind sensed the profound energy of young life. I grunted with contentment as their image entered my mind before I could see them with my eyes. It was a duo of two-week-old spotted owlets.

      Chirps of stubborn hunger filled my ears as my eyes raised to their home, a hole blasted by lightning many years ago.

      They were two helpless balls of white pollen, huddled together and demanding a meal. For the first time since they hatched, their mother had left them alone to go hunting.

      I took a moment to observe them, gratitude filling my heart. I was grateful for their health and grateful that we could now share this space, this moment, together.

      The owlets continued their instinctive peeps as I projected to them feelings of joyful greetings and the hope that their mother would soon return with something warm to eat.

      I, too, had parents once. But creatures of my kind lead solitary lives. We do not live in groups like the humans and the wolves. Instead, we each roam our own terrain, finding solace in our immersion with nature and its creatures, not requiring social interaction from one another. My parents taught me important things about my surroundings and my mind, and then they left me to my domain.

      And although I am solitary, I am never alone. The forest rhythms and all of its creatures, like these chirping owlets, make sure of that. They are me and I am them. We are connected.

      I resumed my climb, leaving the owls to their new lives.

      About three-quarters up the tree, I reached my lookout branch. Balancing my weight on the sturdy limb, I gazed out to the northwest and the thousands of trees below.

      Though I couldn’t see the intruders beneath the thick evergreen cover, I could glimpse their electric lights glowing here and there between the branches. Above the trees, thin tendrils of smoke twirled upward to dissolve into the dark gray sky. Even from this height, I could hear the hums, roars, and sputters of their motors and machines.

      Humans.

      A blast of wind caused the tree to sway. I adjusted my weight to help steady it.

      Their city was beyond the forest in the direction I now looked. It was too far away to see, but I had seen glimpses of it in the minds of coyotes and eagles returning from their journeys into

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