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by Whitley Strieber

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We are not alone. Millions of people are confronting aliens that authorities say do not exist. Whitley Strieber--author of the legendary, #1 bestselling book Communion, which details his own close encounters--now returns to the riddle of aliens with The Grays.

A triumvirate of Grays, known as the Three Thieves, has occupied a small Kentucky town for


We are not alone. Millions of people are confronting aliens that authorities say do not exist. Whitley Strieber--author of the legendary, #1 bestselling book Communion, which details his own close encounters--now returns to the riddle of aliens with The Grays.

A triumvirate of Grays, known as the Three Thieves, has occupied a small Kentucky town for decades--abducting its residents and manipulating fates and bloodlines in hopes of creating an ultra-intelligent human being. Nine-year-old Conner Callahan will face the ultimate terror as he struggles to understand who he has been bred to be and what he must do to save humanity.
Though the Grays have slowly begun to make themselves known, Colonel Michael Wilkes, the head of a select group of government and military officials that have been monitoring the aliens, will do anything in his power to keep them a secret. Wilkes will set in motion a sinister plan to ensure the survival of humanity,
but at what cost?

The fate of the human race lies with one woman, Lauren Glass. Her uncanny ability to communicate with the aliens and her relationship with the last remaining captive gray may be the only way to save humankind.

The Grays is a mind-bending journey behind the curtain of secrecy that surrounds the subject of aliens, written by the field's great master. If you've never so much as thought about the subject before, this book will make you think deeply, not only about the mystery of who the Grays are, but who exactly we are.

Editorial Reviews

Longtime alien watcher Whitney Strieber rechannels his energies into a captivating novel about alien occupation. The Grays charts a double trajectory. In one thread, teenager Conner Callaghan must come to grips with his long-suppressed identity. In another, Colonel Michael Wilkes must balance his penchant for secrecy with his gathering fears about human extinction. Ultimate mind abduction.
Publishers Weekly
Fact into fiction? In bestseller Strieber's engrossing SF thriller, which draws heavily from Communion (1987), the author's controversial account of his personal contact with aliens, Danny and Katelyn Callaghan are a happily married couple oblivious that both took a saucer ride as kids-until a UFO sighting in their Indiana town awakens subliminal memories and excites their genius teenage son, Conner. Meanwhile, in a secret facility in Colorado, Air Force Lt. Lauren Glass learns that the Roswell incident really happened, and that for decades the surviving ETs have been sharing their advanced science with us. In exchange, these "Grays" have sought to rejuvenate their dying species by genetically manipulating human receptacles for their DNA. But some military hard-liners see this as a betrayal of humanity, and they launch a manhunt that brings them to Indiana and the Callaghans' doorstep. Though Strieber's human characters are sometimes as stiff and unbelievable as his Grays, his depiction of black ops intrigue and military espionage is a first-rate exercise in literary paranoia. It goes without saying that his abduction scenarios have a disturbing authenticity that even skeptical readers will find provocative. (Aug.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

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Chapter One

Because we know it is there, danger in an obvious place---on a battlefield, say---is often far less of a threat than it is on a quiet street in a small town. For example, on a street deep in America where three little boys rode interlocking figure eights on their bicycles, and on a sweet May evening, too, any danger would be a surprise. And a great and terrible danger---impossible.

Not all of the boys were in danger. In fact, two of them were as profoundly safe as anybody else in Madison, Wisconsin on the scented evening of May 21, 1977. The third boy, however, was not so lucky. Not nearly.

Because of something buried deeply in his genes, he was of more than normal interest to someone that is supposed not to exist, but does exist---in fact, is master of this earth.

It was too bad for this child---in fact, tragic---because these creatures---if they could even be called that---caused phenomenal trauma, scarring those of their victims who lived.

Play ended with the last of the sun, and lights glowed on the porches of Woody Lane, as one by one the boys of the lane retired.

Danny rode a little longer, and was watched by Burly, the dog of Mr. Ehmer. Soon Mr. Ehmer himself came across his lawn. His pipe glowed as he drew on it, and he said, "Say there, Danny, you want to come night fishin' with me and your Uncle Frank? We've been getting some good'uns all this week."

Danny was a lonely child, saddled with an alcoholic mother and a violent father, so he welcomed these chances to be away from the tensions of home. He could take his sleeping bag and unroll it in the bottom of the boat, and if his line jerked it would wake him up. But not tonight. "I got scouts real early," he said, "gotta get up."

Mr. Ehmer leaned back on his heels. "You're turnin' down fishin'?"

"Gotta be at the park at nine. That means seven-thirty mass."

"Well, yes it does. It does at that." He drew on the pipe again. "We get a sturgeon, we'll name 'im for you." He laughed then, a gentle rustle in his throat, in the first gusts of the wind that rises with the moon. He left Danny to go down the dark of Woody Lane alone, pushing the pedals of his Raleigh as hard as he could, not wanting to look up at the darkening sky again, not daring to look behind him.

As he parked his bike and ran up to the lit back door, he was flooded with relief as he hopped on the doorstep and went into the lighted kitchen. He smelled the lingering odor of fried chicken, felt hungry but knew there was none left in the house. He went into the living room.

He didn't stay long. Love Boat was like a religion with Mom and Dad, and then came Fantasy Island. He'd rather be in his room with the Batman he'd bought from Ron Bloom for twenty cents.

At the same moment a few miles away, Katelyn Burns, who adored Love Boat, watched and received advice from her mother about painting her toenails. Very red, and use a polish that hardens slowly. They last longer, chip less, good on the toes. Next week school was out and she wanted---had---to paint her toenails for Beach Day.

A magnetism of whispers that Joyce assumed were her own thoughts had drawn her to Madison, Wisconsin, and to this shabby apartment near the water. An easy place, Madison, the thoughts whispered to her, for a divorcee to find a man. An easy place, they most certainly did not tell her, from which to steal a child, carry her out and take her far, so that when her screams started, there would be none to hear her but the night wind. And so it would be this night, after the Love Boat sailed away and silence filled the house.

As Saturday evening ended, the moon rode over houses that, one by one, became dark. Madison slept in peace, then, as the hours wore past midnight.

Sometime after three, Danny Callaghan became aware of a change around him, enough of a change to draw him out of sleep. He opened his eyes---and saw nothing but stars. For a moment, he thought he'd gone night fishing after all. Then he realized he was still in bed and the stars were coming from his own home planetarium, bought from Edmund Scientific for nine dollars. It was a dark blue plastic sphere with a light in it. The plastic was dotted with pinholes in the pattern of the night sky, and when you turned out the lights and turned the planetarium on, magic happened: the heavens appeared all around you.

He hadn't turned the planetarium on, though, and that fact made the acid of fear rise in his throat. He opened his mouth to call for his dad, but there was no sound, just a puff of breath. As the stars crossed his face, twisting along his nose and across his eyes, his tears flowed in helpless silence.

The only sounds were the humming of the planetarium's motor and the breeze fluttering the front-yard oak. Dan sat up on the bedside. Like a man buttoning his coat for a journey, he buttoned his pajama top, until all four big buttons were neatly closed. A thought whispered to him, "Stand up, look out the window..." He clutched the bedsheets with both hands. The old oak shook its leaves at him, and the thoughts whispered, "Come on...come on."

Then he knew that his toes had touched the floor, and he was up in the flowing stars. Then he floated to the window. As he moved closer, he saw it sliding open. Then he went faster and moved through it. He tried to grab the sash as he passed, but missed. Then he was moving through the limbs of the oak that stood in their front yard, struggling and grabbing at them.

He got his arms around one, but his body turned upward until his feet were pointing at the sky. He held on with all his might, but the pull got stronger and stronger. "Dad," he yelled as he was dislodged and drawn into the sky.

He heard a dog raise a howl, and saw an owl below him, her wings glowing in the moonlight, her voice swept away by the wind.

He rose screaming and struggling, running in the air, clawing at emptiness. Far below him, moonlight danced on Lake Monona's baby waves. And then he was among the night clouds, and he flew in their canyons and soared across their hills, and heard their baby thunder muttering.

The wonder of it silenced his screams at last, but not the tears that poured down his face, or the trembling gasp that came when he slowly passed across the top of a cloud and saw, so very far below, the silver lake and the dots of light that were Madison. He closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands as he moved up toward what looked like a silver island in the sky.

The island had a round opening in it, dark and black.

Then Danny was through the round opening. He stopped in the air, then fell to a floor. Opening his eyes, he found himself in darkness, but not absolute darkness. Moonlight sifted in the opening. Far below, he could see the pinpricks of light that marked fishing boats on the lake's surface.

A cold sorrow enveloped him. Now, here, he remembered this from before. He did not want the little doctors to touch him ever again. He knew, also, that they would, and soon. He thought of jumping back out through the opening, but what would happen then? He went closer to it, leaned out as far as he dared. "MR. EHMERS! UNCLE FRANK! HELP ME! PLEASE, UNCLE FRANK!"

A rustling sound. He cringed closer to the edge, wishing he dared jump through. A voice whispered, soft: "Hello?"

He backed away from the form. He could see white---a white face, loose white clothes.

"Help me," the form said.

It was a girl, he could see that now, could hear it in her voice. She was standing on the far side of the opening in the floor, her face glowing in the faint moonlight that slanted in.

"Are you from Madison?" she asked. Her voice trembled.

"Yeah. I'm Danny Callaghan."

"I'm Katelyn Burns. I never saw anybody else here before."

"Me, neither."

"Where are we?"

"I'm not sure."

"'Cause when I come here I remember I was here before, but then when I go home I don't remember anymore." She lowered her head. Her voice dropped to a hesitant murmur. "Do they take your clothes off, too?"

His face grew hot. He clutched his own shoulders. "Uh-huh."

"They do stuff to me that's weird."

"Some kind of operations."

Her eyes flashed. "Yes, but this isn't a hospital!"

As the two children came together and held each other, they were watched by cold and careful eyes.

The embrace between the children extended, the girl in her chemise, the boy in his pajamas stained with yesterday's oatmeal. It had nothing to do with sex, they were too young. They were like two little birds stolen from the nest, trying to find some safety where there was none.

"If we dive down to the lake, would that work? Instead of just jumping?" Dan asked Katelyn.

"I don't know. Maybe not."

"I've got a diving merit badge. I'm going to try," he said.

Copyright © 2006 by Whitley Strieber

Meet the Author

WHITLEY STRIEBER is the author of over twenty novels and works of nonfiction among them The Wolfen, The Hunger, Communion, and The Coming Global Superstorm (with Art Bell), which was the inspiration for the film The Day After Tomorrow.

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SnapeLover More than 1 year ago
Leave it Strieber to pull it all together. Strieber is not afraid to take us out of our comfort zone and challenge our sense of normalcy. Having researched "aliens" myself for the past 30+ years, I was entertained with Strieber's tale of the little aliens and their purpose on our planet. However; I was disappointed in the plot and resolution. I was hoping for a more upbeat and positive approach, but then it would not be a thriller!!! For the avid "Alien" fan and follower of Strieber's work it is a must have for their library. He has pulled together all of his research on the alien phenomenon, and written a rich tale that will leave you with more questions than answers and talking with your friends for years. Enjoy! Who else could bring us such a story?
CheriScha More than 1 year ago
To me, the descriptions of the behavior of the Grays was terrifying. The way they moved and communicated was utterly... alien. The plotline with the ultra smart child and abducted parents was pretty much the same plotline from the mini-series "Taken" which was a bit disappointing. But I enjoyed it then, and liked it now. Overall an enjoyable read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
On my top five all time favorites. This book takes you on an increbible thought provoking journey. You might never look at a clear blue sky the same after reading this. I loved it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the best books i have ever read. Sci-fi fan or not ,you will love it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Strieber keeps you on the edge of your seat - keeps you thinking. Can't wait to read the next book in the series.
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TravelinT More than 1 year ago
I loved Communion, and I wanted another book like it. Although the storyline was good here, the book jumped back and forth too much. I kept having to look up who everyone was. I had to reread msny of the ending pages because of that. I found this book confusing and difficult to follow. It gets 2 stars because of the story--good story.
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