Saucer (Saucer Series #1)

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"Coonts knows how to write and build suspense." -The New York Times Book Review

A relic from the past. A bridge to the future.

After 140,000 Years...
Seismic Surveyor Rip Cantrell has made an exhilarating discovery-a flying saucer embedded in the Sahara sandstone. Buried for eons, it's not the invention of modern man. Computer-equipped, it can't belong to ancient man. Rip's ...

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Overview

"Coonts knows how to write and build suspense." -The New York Times Book Review

A relic from the past. A bridge to the future.

After 140,000 Years...
Seismic Surveyor Rip Cantrell has made an exhilarating discovery-a flying saucer embedded in the Sahara sandstone. Buried for eons, it's not the invention of modern man. Computer-equipped, it can't belong to ancient man. Rip's betting his life on the only alternative. If the ship's memory bank holds the proof he needs, it's going to rock civilization, and make Rip a very famous man.

Its Time Has Come.
Once the secret's out, Rip's outwitted by an enterprising billionaire set to steal the saucer's profitable technology-and outnumbered by the Libyan army looking to lay claim to history. But it's in a skeptical UFO investigation team that Rip finds an unlikely ally: test-pilot Charlotte Pine. Together, they come up with a plan to protect the saucer's secrets.

But Where In The World Is It Going?
Under a hail of bullets, in an exhaust of white fire, Rip and Charlotte are off. Accelerating on a fantastic journey across continents and oceans, they're about to experience the mystery of what once was, and explore the possibilities of what could be, on an adventure 140,000 years in the making.

"Tough to put down." --Publishers Weekly

"A comic, feel-good sf adventure." -Kirkus Reviews

"Coonts is a natural storyteller." -USA Today

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It isn’t a Sahara mirage. The glint that Rip Cantrell sees in the distance in the sand is metallic, but the seismic survey worker has never seen a metal quite like it. What Cantrell has uncovered is a bona fide flying saucer. Before the sand has settled, a cast of characters including a greedy billionaire, a horde of territorial Libyans, and our hero on high alert, Jake Grafton. A five-star military thriller.
From the Publisher

"Coonts knows how to write and build suspense." -The New York Times Book Review

"Tough to put down." --Publishers Weekly

"A comic, feel-good sf adventure." -Kirkus Reviews

"Coonts is a natural storyteller." -USA Today

Publishers Weekly
A flight of fancy and a departure from Coonts's bestselling techno-thrillers (Flight of the Intruder, etc.) pits an eager young grad student against seasoned military, government and corporate raider types for control of an ancient flying saucer dug out of a sandstone outcrop in the Sahara. Rip Cantrell is acting as gofer for a seismic survey when a glint of metal in the sand catches his eye. Aided by archeologists from a nearby dig, he unearths the ship, but the U.S. Air Force UFO team shows up followed shortly by armed thugs sent by Australian mogul Roger Hedrick. When the Libyan army appears on the scene as well, Rip and test pilot Capt. Charlotte (Charley) Pine manage to hijack the controls of the saucer, evading all their pursuers and flying to the Missouri farm of Rip's Uncle Egg, "inventor, wizard, mechanic extraordinaire." Egg cues Charley and Rip to the saucer's advanced flight capabilities, and they make decoy runs to mask their real location. But Hedrick tracks them down, and Charley is forced by a Hedrick operative to fly the saucer to the mogul's Australian ranch. Rip heads Down Under with rescue in mind when the UFO team (previously in Libyan captivity) are set free and tell all on TV, forcing Hedrick to change plans. He puts the saucer up for sale to one lucky nation, but has a sinister plan that Charley vows to disrupt. The moves get more deadly as the bidding begins, and Rip comes on the scene for a predictably spectacular ending. More Cussler than Clancy, this cartoonish slice of escapism is also more hokey than suspenseful ("But saucers do exist. There one is!"); still, it's tough to put down. Major ad/promo. (Mar. 12) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
This work, which is hard to pigeonhole, will elicit various reactions. Some researchers find an ancient flying saucer in the Sahara desert, the U.S. air force becomes involved, then an Australian multibillionaire takes the craft. Anyway, there is excitement, romance, some technical details, rather flat characters, and more than a little satire thrown in. Definitely not Coonts's greatest work, it is still rather intriguing. Dick Hill, who is a well-respected narrator, does a superb job; he takes what is at best a mediocre piece of literature and makes it exciting. His voice characterizations for all the cast are consistent and quite expressive. Hill's commendable performance illustrates well the saying that it often is not what one says but how one says it. Public libraries may wish to consider.-Michael T. Fein, Central Virginia Community Coll., Lynchburg Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The premier purveyor of flyboy thrillers (Combat, 2001, etc.) varies his formula with a comic, feel-good SF adventure that reads like a Disney made-for-TV movie. The metallic glint that Rip Cantrell spies on the desert horizon is no mirage. Camped out in the Sahara with geological survey team along the border between Libya and Chad, the resourceful Cantrell finds a chunk of metal appearing in a mass of sandstone, and, after many hours of chipping away, exposes a saucer about 70 feet in diameter with a bubble cockpit on top and a hatch designed to be opened by a human hand. Even more remarkable: the interior contains futuristic technology that isn't so far advanced that Rip and members of the team can't puzzle it out. Though it's been buried in the sands for at least 140,000 years, the ship uses water as a fuel, has computer screens, anti-gravity capability and a headset that provides telepathic links to the ship's memory. Word of the discovery leaks out to greedy Australian billionaire Roger Hedrick, who sends his thugs to steal the craft so Hedrick can profit on the technology; and the US Air Force also hears, and dispatches its UFO team to dismiss the saucer as a hoax. Among those on the team is beautiful, spunky former female test-pilot Charlotte "Charley" Pine, who lets Cantrell talk her into flying the saucer, with him navigating, just as the Libyan army shows up. The two fly back to America, scare and bedazzle some homespun types, and then, with Cantrell's uncles-Arthur "Egg" and lawyer Ollie Cantrell-helping out, avert a series of increasingly comic and violent crises at home and in Australia, while delivering optimistic messages about humanity's ability to meet future challenges.. . . Funny, featherweight frolic reminiscent of the we-found-a-spaceship-in-our-backyard SF juveniles of the 1930s.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312983215
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 1/20/2003
  • Series: Saucer Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 138,233
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 0.99 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen Coonts
STEPHEN COONTS is the author of sixteen New York Times bestselling books that have been translated and published around the world. A former naval aviator and Vietnam combat veteran, he is a graduate of West Virginia University and the University of Colorado School of Law. He lives in Colorado.

Biography

One of America's premier authors of action-adventure thrillers, Stephen Coonts broke into publishing in 1986 with his national bestseller Flight of the Intruder, hailed as one of the best novels ever written about flying and the camaraderie of men at war.

A veteran naval aviator who flew the A-6 Intruder during the Vietnam War, Coonts has followed his debut smash with many more novels featuring his protaganist Jake Grafton, each full of the riveting action and page-turning suspense that has gained him a legion of loyal fans.

In addition to his Jake Grafton books, Coonts also has written stand-alone thrillers, a smattering of sci fi and nonfiction, and the Deep Black series, which is co-authored with Jim DeFelice.

Good To Know

Coonts once held jobs as a taxi driver, a police officer, and an attorney.

He was a trustee of West Virginia Wesleyan College from 1990-98 and was inducted into the West Virginia University Academy of Distinguished Alumni in 1992.

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    1. Date of Birth:
      July 19, 1946
    2. Place of Birth:
      Morgantown, West Virginia
    1. Education:
      B.A., West Virginia University, 1968; J.D., University of Colorado, 1979

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SAUCER (Chapter 1)

RIP CANTRELL WAS HOLDING THE STADIA ROD, TRYING TO blink away the sweat trickling into his eyes, when a bright flash of light caught his eye. The light was to his left, near the base of an escarpment almost a mile away.

Careful not to disturb the stadia rod, he turned his head to get a better view.

"Hold that thing still for a few more seconds, Rip."

The shout echoed off the rock formations and tumbled around in the clear desert air, rupturing the profound silence. Occasionally one could hear the deep rumble of a jet running high, but normally the only sound was the whisper of the wind.

Dutch Haagen was at the transit, reading the rod. He and Bill Taggart were the engineers surveying a line for a seismic shoot. Rip was the gofer, working a summer job before he returned to college in a few weeks.

Rip concentrated on holding the rod still. Fifteen seconds passed, then Dutch waved his arms.

Now Rip looked again for the bright spot of reflected light.

There! Shimmering in the hot desert air, at the base of that low cliff, maybe a mile to the north. The afternoon sun must be reflecting on something shiny.

But what?

Trash? Here in the central Sahara?

The three men were a hundred miles from the nearest waterhole, two hundred from the nearest collection of native mud huts. A twin-turboprop transport with fixed landing gear dropped them here three weeks ago. "Your nearest neighbors are at an archaeological dig about thirty miles west," the South African pilot said, and gestured vaguely. "Americans, I think, or maybe British."

As Rip thought about it now, it occurred to him that he hadn't seen a single piece of man-made trash since he arrived. Not a crushed Coke can, a snuff tin, a cigarette butt, or a candy wrapper. The Sahara was the cleanest place he had ever been.

He put the stadia rod on his shoulder and waited for Dutch to drive up.

"Had enough for today?" Haagen asked as Rip stowed the rod in the holder on the side of the Jeep.

"We could do a couple more shots, if you want."

Dutch wore khaki shorts and a T-shirt, was deeply tanned and pleasantly dirty. Water to wash with was a luxury. In his early thirties, Haagen had been surveying seismic lines for ten years. The job took him all over the world and paid good money, but at times he found it boring. "We've done enough for today," he said with a sigh.

Rip looked again for the flash from the sun's reflection as he got into the passenger's seat.

"Look at that, Dutch."

"Something shiny. Candy wrapper or piece of metal. Old truck, maybe. Maybe even a crashed plane. Found one of those once in this desert."

"Let's go look."

Dutch shrugged and put the Jeep in motion. Rip was still a kid. He hadn't burned out yet. The central Sahara was a big adventure for him, probably the biggest of his life.

"Did you find that plane around here, Dutch?"

"Closer to the coast, in Tunisia. Old German fighter plane. A Messerschmitt, as I recall. Pilot was still in the cockpit. All dried out like a mummy."

"Wow. What did you do?" Rip held on to the bouncing Jeep with both hands.

"Do?" Haagen frowned. "Took a few photos, I guess. Stuck my finger in some of the bullet holes--I remember that."

"Did you get a souvenir?"

"One of the guys pried something off the plane. I didn't. Didn't seem right, somehow. It was sort of like robbing a grave."

"Did you bury the pilot, anything like that?"

"No," Haagen said softly. "We just left him there. The cockpit was his coffin. The plane had been half uncovered by a windstorm a few weeks before. The cockpit had a lot of sand in it. The wind probably drifted sand back over the plane within days after we found it."

Rip pointed at the sandstone cliff they were approaching. "About there, I think."

"Yeah."

Haagen stopped the Jeep and watched Rip bound away. He was a good-looking, athletic kid and smart as they come. The boss picked his résumé from a pile of two hundred engineering students who applied for this summer job. The kid worked hard, never complained. Still, this was just a summer job to young Cantrell. Rip was too bright to settle for seismic surveying when he graduated next May.

Haagen sighed, turned off the Jeep, and stretched.

The low cliff rising in front of him was sandstone sculpted by the wind, like thousands of similar formations in this section of the desert. It was perhaps twenty feet high, Haagen guessed. The slope of the face was about thirty degrees, gentle enough to scramble up.

"Better come up here and look, Dutch."

"What did you find?"

"Looks like metal. Right in the rock."

"A survey marker rod?"

"Come look."

Haagen slowly climbed to where Rip was perched about ten feet above the desert floor.

"It's metal of some kind, Dutch. Curved, right in the rock."

Haagen reached out, touched it. The metal was exposed for a length of about a foot. Vertically, perhaps four inches of metal were showing. At the maximum, the metal protruded about an inch from the stone.

"Looks a little like the bumper of an old Volkswagen Beetle polished by windblown sand."

"It's no bumper," Rip muttered.

Haagen bent down to study the exposed surface. It resembled steel, yet it didn't. A titanium alloy? It seemed too shiny, too mirrorlike to be titanium, he thought, and the color was wrong. The metal was dark, a deep gray, perhaps.

"Funny thing is, it's right in the rock. Inside the rock. Now how do you suppose someone got that in there?"

"Looks like it was exposed as the wind and rain weathered this cliff."

"That can't be right," Rip Cantrell countered stubbornly. "That would mean it was older than the rock."

"It's a mystery," Haagen said dismissively and turned to look out over the desert. Dirt, sand, and stone, but it was beautiful. He loved being outdoors. Even though he had an engineering degree he had never wanted an "inside" job.

Rip picked up a handy stone and swung it against the exposed metal. It made a deep thunk.

Haagen turned around to watch. Cantrell swung the rock three times, hard, then examined the metal closely.

"Didn't even mark it," he announced finally, straightening. "Not even a scratch."

Haagen bent down and again examined the surface, which was smooth, extraordinarily so, without a mark of any kind, like a mirror. Amazing how sand can polish metal. Well, wind-driven sand wears away the hardest rock.

"There're lots of mysteries in this desert. Lots of things we'll never know." Dutch Haagen shook his head, then climbed down the ledge toward the waiting Jeep.

Rip followed him. "Maybe we ought to report this, eh?"

Haagen chuckled. "To Harvey Quick?" Harvey was their boss. "What are we going to tell him? That we found a funny piece of metal out in the desert? Ol' Harve will wonder what we've been drinking."

Haagen grinned at Rip. "Someday you're going to own this oil company, kid, and I'm going to win a big lottery, but right now we both need these jobs."

That evening Rip told Bill Taggart about the find. "It's right in the rock, Bill. The rock is weathering away, and as it does, more and more of the metal is exposed. That's the way it looks to me, anyway."

"What do you think, Dutch?" Bill asked. He was about forty, a heavyset, jowly guy who didn't like the heat. He spent most of his afternoons in the tent plotting the team's work on a computer.

"The kid is leveling with you. I don't know any more than he does. Never saw anything like it."

"Show it to me in the morning, will you?"

"Sure. If we can find it again."

Taggart smiled. "Did I ever tell you fellows about the time we found a still in the Louisiana swamps? Mash was cooking and shine was dripping out the tube. There wasn't a soul around, so we helped ourselves. Didn't get any more work done that day, I can tell you. Ah, that was good stuff."

"There's something inside that rock," Rip Cantrell said, unwilling to see his find so quickly relegated to the tall-tale file.

"Maybe it's Martians," Bill Taggart suggested with a chuckle.

"Or a big black rock," Dutch put in, "like they had in 2001: A Space Odyssey. You guys ever see that old flick?"

"Before my time," Rip said crossly.

"I hate to bring you wild adventurers back to earth," Taggart said, "but we are going to have to do something about the food supply."

"There's nothing wrong with the food," Rip said.

"You should know. You ate it all. We're darn near out."

"Maybe we should take an inventory, make a list," Haagen suggested.

"I already did that." Taggart passed him a sheet of paper. "Since the food delivery last week, this kid has personally hogged his way through enough grub to keep a caravan of camel drivers eating for a year. Honest to God, I think he has a tapeworm."

"The tapeworm theory again! Thank you, Professor." Rip stalked away. Haagen and Taggart had been kidding him all summer.

"There's something wrong with him," Bill Taggart assured Dutch. "Real people don't eat like that."

Before he went to bed, Rip Cantrell walked a few yards from the fire and sat looking up. Since the desert lacked the haze and light pollution that obscured the night sky in the major cities of the temperate world, the stars were stunning, a million diamonds gleaming amid the black velvet of the universe. Only in this desert had Rip seen the night sky with such awe-inspiring clarity.

The searing memory of this sky, with the Milky Way splashed so carelessly across it--that was what he would take back to college this fall.

Billions of galaxies, each with billions of stars.

As he had done every night this summer, Rip Cantrell lay down on his back in the sand. The warmth of the sand contrasted pleasantly with the rapidly cooling desert air. Lying spread-eagle on his back it almost felt as if he were free of the planet and hurtling through space.

A meteor shower caught his eye, dozens of streaks all shooting across the star-spangled sky at the same angle.

What was buried in that sandstone ledge?

He made a promise to himself to find out.

"SEE, BILL. I WASN'T KIDDING. IT'S IN THE ROCK. AND IT wasn't pounded in. The rock is real rock, not concrete or some kind of artificial aggregate."

"Hmm." Bill Taggart examined the stone carefully. The sun had been up less than an hour and was shining on the metal at an angle.

When Taggart straightened, Rip set his feet, got a good grip on the sledgehammer, and started swinging.

Each blow took off a few small chunks of sandstone. When he tired, he put the head of the hammer on the ground and wiped his forehead. The humidity was nonexistent, yet the air was just plain hot. Already the thermometer was into the nineties. It seemed as if the heat just sucked the moisture from you.

Dutch brushed away the chips with his fingers. "Well, you didn't dent it. Exposed a few more inches of it, I'd say."

"What the hell is it?" Taggart asked.

"Something man-made from damn good metal before that rock was laid there," Rip told him.

"And what might that be?"

"I don't know," Rip admitted. "Dutch, you been knocking around these deserts for a lot of years. What do you think?"

Haagen took his time before answering. "What's the weather forecast?"

"Clear and sunny," Rip replied, "as usual." He got the weather off the satellite broadcast every morning. "Not a cloud in the forecast."

"We're a day or two ahead of schedule. What say we take today off, drive over to the archaeology dig, introduce ourselves to our neighbors? Maybe they'll let us borrow an air compressor and jackhammer, if they got one."

"Yes!" Rip shouted and tossed the hammer to the sand below, near the Jeep.

"An air compressor," Bill Taggart mused. "I thought those folks used dental picks and toothbrushes for their excavating."

"We can ask," Dutch said and kicked at the metal sticking out of the rock. He frowned at it. It shouldn't be there, and that fact offended him. Frogs don't fly and dogs don't talk and sandstone ledges don't contain metal.

Bill brightened. "Might get a decent meal over at the dig."

"Might even see some girls," Rip said with a laugh. "You two old farts wouldn't be interested, but I sure am."

THERE WEREN'T ANY GIRLS WITHIN TEN YEARS OF RIP'S age at the archaeology dig. In fact, the only two females in sight had been on the planet at least half a century and weighed perhaps thirty pounds more than he did. Taggart kidded Rip about it as they walked toward the office tent.

"What are these people digging up?" Rip asked, to divert Taggart from the subject of women.

"Old stuff," Taggart replied. "The older the better."

The head archaeologist was Dr. Hans Soldi, from a famous Ivy League university. He shook hands all around, then listened with a skeptical expression as Dutch explained why they needed a jackhammer.

"We have one, to do the heavy digging," Soldi said when Dutch ran out of steam. "Now tell me the real reason you want it."

"It's diamonds, Prof," Rip said. "We found King Solomon's mine. We're gonna jackhammer the place, steal everything we can carry, and skedaddle."

Soldi ignored the young man. "Metal inside rock is an impossibility," he said to Haagen and Taggart.

"It's there, sure enough," Dutch replied quietly. "Whoever put it there didn't know it was impossible."

"I will let you borrow the compressor and hammer, if you will swear to me that you are not disturbing an archaeological site."

"I swear," Rip said. "Cross my heart."

"You others?"

Dutch Haagen got out his pipe and slowly tamped the bowl full of tobacco. "I don't know what we have, Professor. Tell you what--you loan us the equipment and come along. Take a look. We'll bring you back this evening before dark."

Soldi didn't mull it long. He was in his fifties, a healthy, vigorous man wearing a cowboy hat. "Okay, I'll come. I need to think about something besides stone tools."

"Stone tools? That's what you're digging up?" Rip asked incredulously. "People used to live around here? In this desert?"

"This wasn't always a desert," the professor said as he led them to where the compressor was parked. "The climate didn't become extremely arid until about five thousand years ago. Then the wind carried in most of this sand, which covered up the valleys and low places. What we see protruding from the sand today are the tops of hills and mountains."

"So the site you are exploring is at least five thousand years old?"

"More like fifteen thousand years old, I suspect. Man lived here during the Ice Age. We are trying to find evidence that these people cultivated grain."

"By the way," Rip put in, "do you folks have any food left over from lunch? Maybe I can get a snack to take along. I'm sorta hungry."

"Sure, son." The professor pointed toward a tent and gave him the name of the cook.

HANS SOLDI MADE HIS EXAMINATION OF THE SANDSTONE ledge while the surveyors started the compressor and manhandled the jackhammer into position. Rip waited until Soldi was out of the way, then began hammering.

The heat wasn't unbearable if one were accustomed to it. Wearing jeans, long-sleeve cotton shirts, and hats with wide brims, the men instinctively spent as much time as possible in the shade and swigged on water.

"I never saw anything like it," Soldi admitted to Dutch as he watched Rip work the hammer. The scientist had been scrambling around with his video camera, shooting footage from every angle.

"We'll see what Rip can do."

Haagen picked up one of the shards of stone kicked out by the hammer and handed it to the archaeologist. "How old is this, anyway?"

"Offhand, I could only guess. I'll get it analyzed."

"More than five thousand years old?"

"Oh, yes. The desert and the ocean came and went through the ages, many times. Time is so..." He flung his arms wide. "We talk blithely of time--as we do death and infinity--but humans have difficulty grasping the enormity of it. Perhaps if we could comprehend the vastness of time we would be able to understand God."

Soldi put the piece of sandstone into a pocket. He gestured at the cliff. "This is a windblown deposit, I think. You can see how the wind sculpted the sand as it was laid down."

"I thought those designs were made by wind cutting the rock."

"I don't think so," the professor replied. "The wind made the designs before the sand hardened to stone. After the sand was deposited, it was covered by dirt, probably this red dirt that you see everywhere else. Water and the weight of the dirt transformed the sand into stone. Through the millennia there were repeated periods when the desert encroached. Sooner or later the rains always came again and pushed it back. The desert is winning now, but someday the rains will come again. Everything changes, even climates."

"Whatever is in that ledge now was there when the sand covered it."

"So it would seem."

"Playing it safe?"

"It looks as if the thing is embedded in the stone, but..." Soldi picked up another rock shard and examined it closely. He hefted it thoughtfully as he gazed at the face of the cliff.

"Give me your guess. How old is this rock?"

Soldi took his time before he replied. "Anywhere from a hundred thousand to a million years old," he said finally and tossed away the rock. He grinned. "Doesn't make sense, does it?"

"Don't guess it does."

THREE HOURS OF VIGOROUS, SWEATY WORK WITH THE jackhammer under the desert sun uncovered a curved expanse of metal fifteen feet long. It protruded from the raw stone at least three feet. The structure seemed to be a part of a perfectly round circle, one with a diameter of about seventy feet.

The four men squatted, touching the metal with their hands, examining it with their eyes.

Amazingly, the surface seemed unmarred. Oh, here and there were a few tiny scratches, but only a few, and very small. The dark metal was reflective yet lacked a patina. The water that had percolated through the stone for ages apparently had affected the metal very little. "Assuming the metal was in the stone," Dr. Soldi muttered.

"Excalibur," Rip said as he wiped his face.

Bill Taggart didn't understand the reference.

"The sword Arthur pulled from the rock...Excalibur was its name."

"Whatever this is," Dutch remarked, "it isn't going to make us kings."

"It's going to take us a couple days to hack this thing completely out of the rock," Bill Taggart said gloomily. "The ledge is thicker back there, so the going will be slower. Maybe we ought to just leave it here. Forget about it."

"So what the hell is it?" Dutch Haagen wondered.

"That's obvious, isn't it?" Rip said. "I thought you three were sitting here like store dummies because you were afraid to say it. The damned thing is a saucer."

"A saucer?"

"A flying saucer. What else could it be?"

Dr. Soldi closed his eyes and ran his hands across the metal, rubbing it with his fingertips. "Two days. Whatever it is, we'll have it out of the rock in a couple of days."

"Are you trying to tell us that this thing we're sitting in front of is a spaceship?" Bill Taggart demanded.

"Yeah," Rip Cantrell said with conviction. "Modern man didn't make this and put it here. Ancient man couldn't work metal like this. This is a highly engineered product of an advanced civilization. That's a fact beyond dispute."

"I don't believe in flying saucers," Taggart scoffed. "I've seen the shows on TV, watched those freaky people from the trailer parks say they saw UFOs in the night sky while the dogs howled and cats climbed the walls." He made a rude noise. "I don't believe a word of it."

Rip was beside himself. "It's a saucer, Bill," he insisted.

"Bet it ain't. Bet it's something else."

"What?" Professor Soldi asked sharply.

THE NEXT DAY THEY GOT TO THE COCKPIT. IT WAS IN THE middle of the thing, at the thickest point. The canopy was made of a dark, transparent material. When they wiped away the sand and chips, they could stare down into the ship. There was a seat and an instrument panel. The seat was raised somewhat, on a pedestal that elevated the pilot so he--or she or it--could see out through the canopy.

"It is a saucer!" Rip Cantrell shouted. He pounded Bill on the back. "See! Now do you believe?"

"It's something the commies made, I'll bet," Taggart insisted. "Some kind of airplane."

"Sure."

When he finished with his video camera, Professor Soldi eased himself off the ship, climbed down the ledge, and found a shady spot beside the Jeep where he could sit and look at the thing.

He sat contemplating the curved metal embedded in stone. After a bit the other three men joined him in the shade and helped themselves to water from the cooler.

"There hasn't been a discovery like this since the Rosetta Stone," Soldi said softly. "This will revolutionize archaeology. Everything we know about man's origins is wrong."

"You're going to be famous, Professor," Bill Taggart said as he helped himself to the water. Soldi gave him a hard look, but it was apparent that Bill meant the words kindly.

"Shouldn't we be taking more pictures or something?" Rip asked Soldi. "Something that will prove we found it buried in the rock?"

"We have the videotape," Bill reminded them.

"If it is a spaceship, then it must have been manufactured on another planet," Soldi mused. "Once we examine it, there should be no doubt of that. Where and how it was found will be of little importance." He held his hands to his head. "I can't believe I said that, me--a professor of archaeology. Yet it's true. For fifty years we've been inundated with UFO photos, most of them faked. The thing must speak for itself or all the photos in the world won't matter."

"So what should we do?" Dutch asked.

"Do?" Soldi looked puzzled.

Rip gestured toward the saucer. "Should we keep hammering? Uncover it?"

"Oh, my, yes. Before we tell the world about this, let's see what we have. Is it intact? Is it damaged?"

"What I want to know," Rip said, "is there a way in?"

"I'm not a nut," Bill Taggart announced, "and I still don't believe in flying saucers."

"A spaceship," Soldi muttered. "No one is going to believe this. Not a soul." He couldn't have been more wrong about that, but he didn't know it then. He sighed. "When this hits the papers, the faculty is going to laugh me out of the university."

"Perhaps we should keep this under our hats," Rip Cantrell suggested. "When we do go public we don't want anyone laughing."

"I hear you," Dutch murmured.

Rip looked toward the sun, gauging its height above the horizon. "We have three or four hours of daylight left, but it's almighty hot and we have only a gallon or two of gasoline for the compressor. I think we have ten gallons at camp."

"I want to go back to my dig," the professor said. "Get some clothing and a toothbrush. We have four five-gallon cans of gasoline, I think. At the rate we're going, my guess is that it will take us another two days to completely uncover this thing."

"I'll drive the professor over to his camp and bring him back," Rip said eagerly, "if it's all right with you, Dutch?"

"Sure, kid. Sure."

"Bring back some food, kid," Bill called mournfully. "And don't eat all of it on the way."

"What's he talking about?" Soldi asked.

"He's a big kidder," Rip replied curtly.

Rip took Dutch and Bill back to their camp, then drove away with the professor.

"Twenty-two years old, and Rip's a take-charge kind of guy," Dutch said as he watched the Jeep's dust plume tail away on the hot wind.

"Got a lot of his mother in him, I suspect," Bill said. "The kid told me his father was a farmer in Minnesota and died when Rip was twelve. His mother has run the farm ever since. She must be quite a woman."

"He gets on your nerves, doesn't he?" Dutch remarked.

"A little, I guess." Taggart shrugged.

Dutch slapped Bill on the shoulder. "We're going to be famous too, you know. Finding a flying saucer sounds like a new career to me. Maybe they'll stick us on the cover of Time magazine."

"We'll have to shave, then, I reckon."

"We'll put the saucer in a parking lot in Jersey City and charge five bucks a head to go through it. We'll make millions. Our ship has come in, Bill."

SAUCER Copyright © 2002 by Black River Corporation.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2004

    Horrible!

    Honestly, one of the worst stories I've ever read. I just wrote a particularly lengthy and scathing review of this book, but it was accidentally deleted. I don't feel that this story deserves any more of the time it would take me to re-write it. Just please, please take my advice. Stay away from this book!

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2002

    It could have been much better!

    While the plot and storyline is worth the reading of this book, 'It Could have been much better!' Had the author decided to explore the origins of the saucer and how we as a race were intertwined with it, the novel would have been much more of a 'Cannot put it down' book. As it is, the petty thievery and the chase are barely able to sustain the reader through to the end. Having said this, the book is still worth a look.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 28, 2012

    Okay

    The book was okay but was very elementary considering the Jake Grafton series.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2002

    A great read

    Stephen Coonts hits the nail on the head on the technological progress of civilizations from hunter-gathering stone age societies to modern information society and back. Here is an excerpt: 'The properties of the technological continuum that we have just talked about are rigid; in effect, they are laws. Since each level of technological achievement requires more and more people, more and more social organization, it follows that without the specialized people, the technological level cannot be sustained.' How true. Besides being a great story, Coonts insight into our technological society and its properties are magnificently presented. I highly recommend the book.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2014

    Good start to a wild ride of a series

    Coonts isn't known for this genre of writing, but I think he should continue. The story moves right along, the characters are compelling (the good guys likeable and the bad guys BAD). These are great vacation books, as the entertainment value is high and the reading is light.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 3, 2012

    Stupid, wanted to like it but.......................NO

    Stupid, wanted to like it but.......................NO

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 4, 2012

    Barnes & Noble....... aaarggghhhhhh. I type an extensive r

    Barnes & Noble....... aaarggghhhhhh. I type an extensive review, took me 10 minutes, and of course I was asked to register. BUT completing the registration does not post the review. This is standard stuff people! If you ask your customers to register AFTER having an available text box, keep the review!!!!!! I wonder how many reviews you've lost in thie process...............

    Book was a bit silly, but enjoyable. 2 stars.

    Waste of time this was.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 17, 2009

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    Unique and VERY entertaining story!

    I found the characters very likable and the story makes you want to root for them. The plot is unlikely but who cares, it's entertainment and entertain it does. The author makes the story seem very plausible. If you are interested in UFOs or not it makes a good quick read. So much so that I am currently reading the sequel Saucer:The Conquest, Which is the further adventures of the original characters.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2003

    The end result was exciting, however unrealistic

    Saucer is another exciting read from Coonts through most of the novel.The book is hard to put down, its just to bad the ending was a little to unrealistic.This is still an exciting journey worth taking.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2014

    Different from his normal genre.

    Much better than I expected. I really like Coonts' Jake Grafton series. But with this being such a drastic change in the authors normal genre I did not know how well it would be.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 14, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Read this book

    This book reminds me of the many science fiction stories I grew up with. This book is a great read and should be a must for any library that contains any science fiction. I do hope for a sequal.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2006

    Vance Daniel--AMW

    I greatly enjoy reading Stephen Coonts, but this book was terrible. The book was overwhelmingly cheesy--run away from this book. With that known, you ought to read Cuba,Liars & Thieves, or Under Siege. All good Stephen Coonts novels

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2014

    Total waste of time and money

    Really, that's all that can be said about this book without being unreasonably rude. It sucked. Really bad.

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  • Posted June 3, 2014

    Recommended

    An enjoyable read and more attention holding than I expected. I purchased the 2 follow-on books because of the story line.

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  • Posted May 23, 2014

    Check out this fun and captivating book.

    Fun book that will keep you reading.

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  • Posted May 9, 2014

    A Good Sci-Fi Story

    I just read all 3 of the Saucer series. A good, semi-plausible plot. But Coonts leaves a lot of loose ends. To wit, in the second book, the White House and several other landmarks are destroyed by an anti-gravity ray run by the bad guys. But in book 3, less than a year later, the White House is prominently featured for much of the book, with no mention of its destruction or rebuilding.
    A more picky example: The benign aliens arrive in book 3, in a star ship said to be mile in diameter. They come down to visit, and ask for provisions. They are given supplies, including "a ton" of water. That's only 250 gallons, hardly enough for the 100 year voyage they are headed for.

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  • Posted April 22, 2014

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    Not worth the time or money!

    It is not often I quite a negative review, but this book was not one I would recommend to readers looking for a book that you can't put down. I was just too far out there for me to get my head wrapped around the possibility of someone finding a saucer and almost overnight be able to figure out how to get it running and then successfully fly it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2014

    A Fun Read

    A fun sci-fi book that held my interest.

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  • Posted April 22, 2014

    great SF

    Frankly, I don't find anything objectionable about this book at all. I guess its a matter of an author doing a SF book, which his many fans find objectionable. This the first book I've read by this author and I really enjoyed it. I have read the other two, which I also really enjoyed. Thank you Stephen Coonts for a really great story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2014

    Pretty good read

    Mv

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