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THE ALIEN FACTOR
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THE ALIEN FACTOR
STAN LEE
with STAN TIMMONS
ibooks
new york
www.ibooksinc.com
DISTRIBUTED BY SIMON & SCHUSTER, INC
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An Original Publication of ibooks, Inc.
Copyright © 2001 by ibooks, inc., Stan Lee, and Larry Schultz
Special thanks to J. Madison Davis and Larry Schultz,
for service above and beyond the call of duty.
An ibooks, inc. Book
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book
or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.
Distributed by Simon & Schuster, Inc.
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ISBN 1-5901-9629-5
First ibooks, inc. printing October 2001
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Edited by Steven A. Roman
Jacket art copyright © 2001 by John Ennis
Jacket design by Mike Rivilis
Interior design by Westchester Book Composition
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12 OCTOBER 1942
NEAR MESQUER, FRANCE
T HE SHRIEK rose up in the middle of Marcel’s dream like a furi-
ous dragon breathing vengeance and fire. The earth trembled,
and a blinding light slashed between the seams of the farm-
house shutters. He blinked, thinking at first that it was the light from
a Bosch truck, but the shriek was nothing like an engine. It grew
louder, painfully louder, until it deafened him. He slapped his hands
over his ears and screamed, but he had no voice against the sound.
The shafts of light swept across his room like white-hot swords,
momentarily lighting the picture of his mother and father on the
bureau, his threadbare work gloves, and his plaster figure of Joan of
Arc. The gilt on her upraised sword flashed and her serene face
seemed to move, to look at him before the light passed to the wall,
the door, the chair on which he removed his sabots, and he just had
time to think:
It is God, Marcel thought. It is the angel. I am to be anointed, like
St. Joan. I will save France. I will save my father.
But the shriek exploded into an earthquake, the blast tearing the
shutters off their hinges and tossing him from his bed. He landed
hard on the stone floor. The light ebbed and the shriek was replaced
by a groan, weakening, weakening. He raised himself and made out
that his parents’ picture had been knocked flat. His gloves and
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