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An evil alien race of three-eyed, three-mouthed monsters (the Gresslons) are attempting to invade Earth. Their Queen, (Revolta Gressla) is considered the most powerful creature in the three known Universes.
Lilly Lovebug is a tomboy and a loner who spends all of her free time collecting bugs and rodents from the local wood. Fed up with her parents nagging, Lilly runs away and is kidnapped by the Gresslons.
The Gresslon army invade Earth and soon all life is in peril. However, Lilly escapes from her cell in the Alien Mothership and releases a variety of fellow prisoners including a Unicorn, Pegasus the flying horse, a number of Aliens, a Wizard and a Fairy. Along with her favourite pets that can now talk to Lilly, the band of outlaws escape in a stolen space vessel
Soon Lilly and her crew are exploring space where they meet some fantastic creatures who are willing to help Lilly defeat the Gresslons. These wise entities reveal to Lilly that she is none other than Mother Nature!
Lilly is soon at the head of a vast army comprising of alien and mythical life forms. She returns home to wage war on the Gresslons and free planet Earth.
Extracts from Chapter 1
The room should have been in pitch darkness. No window or vent occupied its walls, no light bulb hung from the ceiling. Yet it was not dark, for this was no ordinary room, if room was the appropriate word. It was more of a chamber; a chamber with a life of its own.
The fleshy ceiling rose up and down like a great pair of bellows. The walls were coated with a yellow jelly substance from which hung thick folds of scaly cloth. The entire structure was crisscrossed by purple tubes.
These tubes pulsated like grotesque veins as sticky brown fluid bubbled through them. In places this foul-smelling liquid had burst from the veins and fell freely to the pitted floor. Acidic juices seeped up from the floor in yellow puddles. The two foul fluids married and a continuous effervescent reaction emitted a radiant green glow.
The entire cavity thudded with a rhythmic thump. In the centre of the chamber sat a huge carbuncle; a canker of a structure in blood red and pus yellow, it too throbbed with a life of its own. Perched clumsily upon this grotesque object, in all her terrible splendour, was the Queen.
Extracts from Chapter 4
Horace Deathnell flew through space at great speed.
“Yeeehaa!” he screamed with excitement; until, that is, he saw it; the most terrifying thing he had ever seen. It was enormous and it grew in size with every second that passed.
But Deathnell was no ordinary man; he was driven by greed and cruelty, and these two aspects of his nature were enough to get him through any ordeal. So, as he approached the Alien Mothership, the terrified feeling in his flabby chest began to turn to joy at the promise of untold power and riches.
The Great Gresslon Spawn Shell was a curious vessel. Resembling a vast jellyfish, it consisted of three joined domes from which hung a thousand colossal legs. These legs had many different and diverse functions; not only did they propel the ship by continual ripple movements, but they also generated heat in a cold climate and ventilation in a humid area. They were often used to gather food (usually anything that moved through space or upset the Queen) and they were the vessel s main means of defence. Each leg utilized sophisticated weaponry, either engineered by the Gresslons themselves or stolen from conquered races. But the most deadly weapon the ship possessed was the ability to think for itself.
As the smaller vessel approached the Spawn Shell, a large gaping mouth opened and a tongue-like structure unfurled. The sticky miniature ship instinctively settled on this landing platform and was drawn into the Mother s mouth.
The great orifice of the Mothership’s cavity slurped open. Horace Deathnell’s abundant belly entered first, quickly followed by the rest of his short fat torso.
“Oh my,” he mumbled, staring in awe at the great cavity. Then noticing the Queen, he quickly brushed down his tightly fitting suit and rubbed his hands through his greased back thinning hair.
Queen Gressla stood transfixed at the sight of his red glowing nose and commanded him to approach. Nervously, Deathnell stumbled across the uneven floor, convinced that it was moving, almost breathing, and bowed low.
“My Queen, I am grievously dishonoured to meet you at last,” (he had obviously done his homework).
“At last, I meet a human with the discourtesy that I deserve. Stand tall, Mr Deathnell!”
“I am, your disgrace.”
“Oh, you deliciously horrid abomination, come here and kiss me.”
Now Horace Deathnell would do anything to succeed, but he had never stooped as low as kissing an ugly alien Queen. He hesitated for a second whilst his evil money-mad mind negotiated the pros and cons of such an act. Then he quickly lunged forward and planted his mouth onto one of the three pairs of thick hairy lips belonging to the Queen.
Twenty minutes later, Deathnell was released from the Queen s grip. He stepped back, choking and fighting for breath. All colour drained from him, except the redness of his nose which the Queen admired so much. Deathnell felt different, but did not know why. And indeed he was, for no one can kiss a Gresslon and live.
The now deceased form of Horace Deathnell licked his decaying lips frantically. “Do you have water here?” he asked urgently.
“No - no,” the Queen sounded disappointed, “we don’t keep such fairy juice, and you’ll find you have no need for it anymore, I have cured you of that particular requirement. Bring him a bucket of spiteoil,” Revolta spat at two of her servants. They instantly trundled off to fetch the foul drink (similar to scurge but with the opposite effect; actually increasing wickedness).
“Well then, Mr Deathnell. Now that we are united in what you humans call marriage we can get down to some serious business.”
Stunned at her words, Deathnell began to stammer. “B-b-but-but…”
“Do you have a communication problem?” demanded the Queen.
“No, my hideous tormentor, no problem at all, I’m just shocked at how quickly you have become King?”
“I’m a king!”
“Of course; a Queen s husband is usually a king, is he not?”
“Why, yes, but - wow - a king! Wait until I tell the missus about this.”
“Missus?”
“Yes, my other wife - wow, that makes me a bigamist wow - a king and a bigamist, all in one day... not bad.”
Extracts from Chapter 6
Lilly opened her eyes. She couldn’t see anything, it was pitch black. A rumbling hum irritated her ears and a noxious smell she could almost taste burned her nose and throat.
She closed her eyes and shook her head in an attempt to adjust her eyesight. Still she could see nothing. She started to feel a little scared. At least this place is warm and soft, she said to herself.
“It creates its own heat, an almost angelic voice replied.”
“Who said that? Who’s there? Where are you?” Lilly couldn’t hide the urgency in her voice.
“There is nothing to fear. I will show myself, do not be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid of anything,” Lilly said defiantly.
“I’m sure you re not,” the beautiful voice almost sang. Then a tiny silver light flickered and began to grow. Lilly could see it was a glittery light inside a bubble. It continued to grow until, to Lilly’s astonishment, a beautiful and radiant looking girl about fifteen centimetres tall could be seen inside the delicate bubble. She was dressed in what looked like a frilly sleeveless top, but as she neared, Lilly saw that it was a complete red rose. The rose’s lower petals formed a short skirt and beneath that was a longer underskirt of green sepals which hung over doll-like legs clad in green tights. Her hair was deep red in colour and, most importantly, she had a pair of damselfly wings on her back.
The bubble floated towards Lilly, who instinctively held out her hand to catch it. It landed gently on her open palm and popped.
“Wow,” Lilly exclaimed, you re you re a fairy.
The fairy laughed, “My name is Rosebud, I’m a flower.”
“Fairy, I know. Wow, I knew you existed .first a Gruffalo and now a fairy, what next!”
“How about a Wizard?”
“Who said that?”
“Me.”
“Who,” Lilly asked again, let me see you. At that moment, a second, more subtle light filled the room. It was coming from a type of cone, a bent and crumpled structure. As the light grew in intensity Lilly saw that it was coming out of the top of a hat, a pointed hat, a wizard s hat. Lilly was astonished yet again, for there in front of her stood a middle-aged man wearing what were quite obviously wizard clothes.
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