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Westchester Station - The Assault
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ISBN-10: 1-55404-058-2
ISBN-13: 
Genre: Fantasy/SF
eBook Length: 149 Pages
Published: May 2003



From inside the flap

[sequel to Westchester Station] Return to Westhester Station, an intertimensional train station where you'll meet every manner of person from the Goddess Venus (for a make-over) to the keeper of the station. If you've read Westchester Station, you must read Westchester Station: The Assault!

Reviews and Awards

Baryon Magazine 91
WESTCHESTER STATION, The Assault, Patrick Welch, www.double-dragon-ebooks.com, various formats, ISBN: 1554040581, reviewed by Barry Hunter.

Pat Welch continues to amaze me with his creativity. When I first heard about the sequel to WESTCHESTER STATION, I was expecting something different, but not as radically different and as interesting as what he has brought us in this too short novel.

Jeanne Gannon finds herself in the "intertimensional" while looking for a way out of an abusive relationship. Her name is on the manifest as is Magyda's, a fake psychic out to find a fresh start. The only problem is that they are joined by Joe Green - a slave escaping from his master in the 1850's; Huk - a Neanderthal from the dawn of civilization; and, Plank - an Arab terrorist out to cause more havoc in New York City.

Pat does a wonderful job in tying these characters together and making their differences work together as the plot moves along at a fast clip. With the addition of the new characters introduced here in and the returning characters from the first book make this a very entertaining and enjoyable book. The only thing I disliked about the book was it was too short a visit with an old friend. Maybe if sales are good enough, he will grant us another look.

Westchester Station - The Assault (Excerpt)


WESTCHESTER STATION - THE ASSAULT
Patrick Welch


He knelt before the small bush and smiled. The drops of blood on the leaf told him everything; the long-eared leaf eater was wounded and had fled this way. He stood and shook himself, then scratched at some fleas that were troubling him. The leaf eater could not go far, not wounded as it was. And its trail of blood would make it easy to find. He picked up his spear, which still bore the blood of his prey, and continued his pursuit. They would eat tonight, he thought as he forced his way through the undergrowth, and he shivered with pleasure. That wasn?t always the case, no matter how diligent the hunters. As he walked deeper into the forest, following the drops of blood glistening in the sunlight, he wondered if the leaf eater was trying to return to its burrow. Better if it did; he could then mark it to harvest later.

Then he heard a roar of rage, followed by a squeal of pain. Another predator was in the area and he immediately crouched in the underbrush. The sound had come from his right, upwind. In all likelihood the other meat eater wasn?t aware of his presence, being more concerned with its own hunt. But the blood trail led in the same direction. Then the wind brought him the smell of the other hunter, a smell he recognized immediately. A long claw. If he were with his clan, he would continue his search. But alone, he was no match for the creature. Still he forced himself forward, hoping he would find his own prey before meeting his fellow hunter.

But he was not to be fortunate this day. He found them in a small clearing. Hiding behind a tree, he watched as the long claw happily ate the long-eared leaf eater. The same prey he had wounded. Moving slowly, he backed away, hoping its feeding would keep the predator occupied. Only when he had made his way back through the underbrush and into a clearing did he stand and begin running in the other direction through the more spacious forest. His stomach growled in protest as he now suspected this hunt was going to end in failure.

The sky was darkening when he finally reached his cave. He had come across no other prey and could only hope that others of his clan had been more successful. But even that hope died as he entered. There were no voices, no cooking fires lit. The furs, bones, weapons and gourds: everything was gone. He concentrated, but could see or hear or smell no signs of danger. Had they been attacked, perhaps by another clan? But in the fading light, he could see nothing that suggested any battle. It was more as if his clan had never been there.

He crouched down at the mouth of the cave and looked at the ground. And shivered. Again there were no signs of his people or others, just an occasional animal spore, and none were of dangerous predators. Had he become lost, gone to the wrong cave? He was certain he hadn?t, but his eyes said otherwise. He sighed. It was almost nightfall and there was no other place safe but this cave. Tomorrow he would search for them but tonight he would stay here and try to build a fire.

The clan kept firewood in the back chamber. He went there but found the chamber, like the cave itself, empty, and again there was no suggestion the caves had ever been occupied. But there was something different. Instead of ending in a solid rock wall, the chamber ended in a narrow tunnel that led farther into the mountain. He approached it cautiously. In the darkness, he could see a dim glow, as if there was another cave at the end of the tunnel.

He didn?t know where this tunnel had come from, if this was indeed his cave. If it was, perhaps his clan had followed it. Or perhaps an enemy had used it to attack. Either way, he was going to find out. Holding his spear before him, he started through the narrow tunnel.