“pulled down low over his head, the collar on his faded-green army jacket turned up, obscuring uncommon features. No” — Mark Wayne McGinnis Copy Share Image
“The alien’s eyes locked onto the young, copper-headed, human female holding a metallic-looking canister in one hand. He hadn’t seen her approach. Am I… — Mark Wayne McGinnis Copy Share Image
“pulled down low over his head, the collar on his faded-green army jacket turned up, obscuring uncommon features. No” — Mark Wayne McGinnis Copy Share Image
“He knew enough of their language to understand her words. But speaking” — Mark Wayne McGinnis Copy Share Image
