Prisoners of the Hula ʻAuana

You’ll laugh at aliens trying to vaporize you. You’ll ache for a dead wife’s voice one dimension over. You’ll wince at a hospital that runs out of wheelchairs and makes you hop. You’ll root for five caged birds racing the soup pot.

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•¤• A perfect alien invasion. When a traitor kills Earth’s defense grid, a nobody QA contractor, a semi-famous surfer, a robotics Ph.D. student, and a podcasting cheerleader are all that’s left to fight back. Their arsenal: dragonfly drones, cartwheels, surf wax, and one very stupid idea. Do space aliens like to dance?

•¤• A voice on Mauna Kea. At 3 a.m., a grieving astronomer’s dark energy scanner picks up a woman asking, “Is someone there?” She has his dead wife’s name. And every word he speaks to her costs him a piece of her.

•¤• A hospital out of wheelchairs. One snapped knee, one $6,000 bill, two insurance companies at war, and a nurse’s best medical advice: “Uncle, try hop.”

•¤• A fighting rooster flies free. Moa escapes the pit only to land on Chef Kwon’s soup menu, unless he and the other caged birds can pull off the greatest Chinatown jailbreak in history.

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Alien invasions, parallel worlds, ER purgatory, feathered breakouts. All of it running on pure Hawai’i.

Mars Attacks! meets Douglas Adams and David Sedaris, with a side order of otherworldly voices, hoppin’ Uncles and a rooster ringleader.

Grab your copy. Take your seat. The show’s about to take off.