Black Sky Voyage

Coming 2018/2019

“The destination is superfluous; the journey is all there is.”

The first colonists to Mars, desperate for survival, deal with a polite alien and a U.S. president sixty years dead. Alyssa—space-suited and pregnant—lurches through an alien landscape, boots scrunching through red dust. Sole survivor of the colony, two hundred million miles from the nearest human being, she is the loneliest person in history—until she discovers otherwise!

Solid character development, nonstop action, and more than a few jaw-dropping plot twists make this impossible to put down —a highly appealing blend of Andy Weir’s The Martian and Clarke’s 2001: A Space Odyssey.
— BlueInk Reviews (starred review)

Cover by Michael Carroll

Logan Styles, first president to visit space, becomes the first president to die in space. Approaching nonexistence, he’s interviewed by a charming but eerie man named Allen. Sixty years later, as the first Mars colonists—two married couples—orbit the planet, they discover an unexpected new crewmate: the long-dead Logan Styles! Is he who he claims to be, or an elaborate construct created by Allen?

Simultaneous disasters strike Earth and the colonists’ orbiting station, forcing a decision: return to their old, crippled world or descend to their unoccupied new home on Mars? Logan re-motivates them to the original purpose. They descend, but land so far from shelter that only one can survive the trek to safety if the others give up their oxygen and their lives.

Alyssa—space-suited and pregnant—lurches despondently through an alien landscape. Sole survivor, two hundred million miles from the nearest human being, she is the loneliest person in history—until she arrives at the colony and discovers otherwise.

Tony Taylor, a retired NASA interplanetary navigator, weaves vivid characters and realistic science and engineering details of Mars colonization into a larger perspective involving aliens, the Fermi Paradox, death, resurrection, and philosophical speculations on consciousness and the direction of evolution. All his novels blend realism  with elements of the metaphysical and the mystic; he likes to salt them with wry humor.

Interior art by Michael Carroll, space artist supreme


“They linked together to form vast networks that think.”


The Simple departs orbit for Tharsis Cradle
The Simple departs orbit to Tharsis Cradle




A long, long time ago—about fourteen billion years more or less—the universe banged into existence. Immediately—commensurate with the Many Worlds interpretation of quantum physics—our baby universe began dividing into innumerable sister universes weaving diverging courses through meta-time. One of these would become the home of The Author.

This narrative is not about that universe or another containing The Author’s Harris Mitchel and an asteroid named B, nor a somewhat different one containing pilot Steve Mylder who counted air combat missions in a brutal war. It is about a universe housing a president that Harris once met.

In that baby universe, in the beginning, great clouds of gas collided, mixed, collapsed, and gave birth to galaxies and stars. Stellar systems formed consisting of mother stars orbited by broods of loving children: planets, asteroids, satellites, comets, and other odd siblings. In some of these,  life ignited and began a long journey towards an unknown end, obeying Evolution’s holy trinity of Replication, Variation, Selection in a never-ending struggle to make order from chaos and bring forth consciousness from unconsciousness—thus continuing an eternal war with the great Satan, Entropy, who strives to make disorder from order.

A long time ago—about one billion years more or less—in one of these stellar systems in one of these galaxies, this evolutionary course resulted in the ignition of consciousness; a species came into existence able to control and direct its environment. It expanded relentlessly outward, filling all available evolutionary niches—to the nearest planets, to the nearest stars, to the nearest arms of the galaxy and beyond.

A while ago—about one million years more or less—another species in another stellar system also leapt into consciousness and began exploiting its technological prowess to expand into every here and there of its birth planet, eventually casting an avaricious eye on its neighbors.

A short time ago—about one thousand nine hundred fifty years after the birth of a significant religious figure—a member of these later developed beings, a physicist named Enrico Fermi, while lunching outdoors with his colleagues on a warm sunny day, raised his gaze to the sky and shrugged with upturned palms, exclaiming in puzzlement, “Where is everybody?”

He meant, presumably—with all the possibilities of advanced beings long preceding his own species—Where are all those alien beings? Why haven’t they overrun this corner of the galaxy, paving it over with a galactic parking lot … and sadly, paving over his own less advanced and defenseless sapient civilization?

Where is everybody? asked Enrico. There was no answer. For this devilishly speculative question, he was honored in the naming of a paradox—namely The Fermi Paradox.

An even shorter time ago, a leader of these less advanced and defenseless sapient beings—a president—announced a program to colonize a nearby sibling planet. The planet was named after Ares, a god of war also known as Mars.

Yesterday—meaning an infinitesimal time ago, geologically speaking (or, more appropriate to a planet named after Ares, areologically speaking)—one of the three colossal Mars volcanoes riding atop a gigantic uplift named Tharsis Bulge awoke after a brief snooze of a hundred million years, more or less, and began streaming long-buried gasses into the planet’s sparse atmosphere. The first colonists-to-be gazed down in awe upon this curious spectacle from an orbit far above.