The fantasy books “Memories of Sandra Anderson” feature the astral and space adventures of Sandra Anderson, a space adventurer who defies the tyranny of the intergalactic Yrkanian Empire and seeks extraordinary experiences all over the known (and unknown) universe.
Story One (Planet Doom): During vacations in a beautiful, isolated planet, Sandra Anderson has to confront a gang of villains and their sensual chief, who soon proves to be a lot more than that.
Story Two (Mind Games): Feeling rather disappointed after her recent mission, Sandra goes after an extreme adventure, which will put her in extreme dangers for dubious rewards.
Story Three (Dead End): As a result of unforeseen adventures, Sandra ends up married to her worst enemy. Moreover, she doesn't remember how this happened or who she really is. Yet, it will all come back to her in most unusual ways...
Story Four (Hallucinations): In this story, Sandra works undercover as an artist dancer on an inhabited asteroid. However, after suffering a series of odd misfortunes, she realizes she has fallen in a very intricate trap.
Story Five (Starship Regina): This time Sandra needs to earn some extra money and for this reason she visits a renowned casino. Yet, she is meant to face unbelievable adventures in a very specific starship.
Story Six (Alien Dimensions): Sandra undertakes a new mission, which is to find and arrest a notorious intergalactic criminal. She is close to succeeding, when their duel eventually takes a very dangerous turn.
Story Seven (Fright Night with the Enemy): This time Sandra gives concerts as an organ perfectionist; yet, suddenly everything goes wry and horrible traps await her, one after the other...
Story Eight (Nowhere to Hide): Sandra is a prisoner in Venor's starship with no hope of escaping, since he seems to control her mind; and when she finds an incredible way out, things get even more complicated…
Story Nine (Paralles in Time): This time Sandra visits an amazon planet that suffers strange predatory raids. Her investigations lead her to an ancient necropolis full of buried secrets and age-long rancour.
Story Ten (Theft of a Myth): Sandra Anderson arrives on the primitive planet Phaon, where she earns a reputation as a star gladiator; yet, she soon draws to a close this promising career in order to pursue a much more important goal.
Story Eleven (Dark Places): In this adventure Sandra meets Jessie, an old, unfulfilled passion of hers, who is now the leader of a planetary revolution. However, his motives prove to be not so pure…
Excerpt from Planet Doom:
My name is Emma Lloyd. I am thirteen years old and I attend the second class of Gymnasium.
During the first break this morning, I was playing badminton with a girl who had just arrived from Australia. A little crowd of pupils was around us and I was feeling kinda proud of knowing how to play this unusual game. Then I noticed that handsome George Dim was not anywhere near.
I lifted my head and scanned the schoolyard with my eyes; there he was in the distance, laughing and chatting with another girl from our class. His indifference towards me made me feel rather bitter inside; being so abstracted, I hardly managed to hit the shuttlecock. A sense of emptiness overwhelmed me, a sun ray flooded my eye sight and...
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Next moment the entire setting had changed. I was now admiring a fascinating, galactic landscape spreading before me. The craggy rocks sparkled in bluish colours; sparse, golden craters studded the azure plains; crystal cities were barely discernible amongst the craters in the distance; an eerie red sea extended beyond the plains to the horizon, making the environment even more outlandish. The night sky was magnificent, all covered by a unique galaxy rise. I relished the breathtaking view from a big window, during a meeting with some friends. Strangely enough, the name of the planet was beyond my ken at that moment in time... and I was no longer Emma. My body was different, more mature, strong and well-trained; my personality was also different, my memories were not those of Emma's – for her existence was receding fast in my conscience. I had a different name now, and it was Sandra Anderson.
First there were knocks on the door, then a terrible blow. Next moment the heavy, wooden door was thrust to pieces and a wild gang of villain motorists appeared at the threshold, all armed to the teeth. They were laughing and groaning with paranoid wickedness in their eyes. We all stood still, frozen of astonishment and fear. Just what we needed right now, I thought right after.
They trooped into the living room without hesitation, smashing down whatever they found in their way. They approached threateningly, asking us to give them all our money – but we all knew that was just a pretense; very soon we would all be dead. Unless...
There was a violent grasp around my waist; one of them had grabbed me and his ironic smile meant nothing good. His arms were strong and muscular, and I felt as if the air were driven out of my lungs.
“This sweetie here will die last”, he chuckled, putting a hand around my neck. “If she is good enough, of course”, he added, and the rest of them burst into mad laughter, while my friends were still frozen of terror. “Let me tell you chickens, either you give us the money or not, you are going to die, for we are...”
The vicious man holding me, apparently their chief, paused before completing his sentence. I had not managed to suppress my laughter successfully...
“What's the matter with her?” he wondered and I felt his grasp loosening a little.
“Don't shout like this; you just make me laugh”, I answered calm, breaking every pretense.
Next moment the intruders were extremely outraged, so I had to act instantly and instinctively; I hit the chief with my elbow and one of his men with a flying kick. I jumped high into the air, avoiding the blazing guns of the rest, right before landing on their faces. They were just too slow for me. Within moments they were all knocked out, save one: their chief, who was just making his way out through the thrashed door.
My friends had seized the guns of his companions, so they no longer needed my help. I rushed out immediately and ran to the underground garage, where I had parked my motorbike; it was certainly inferior to the villain’s, smaller and probably slower, but I had to reach and arrest him no matter what...
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I rode miles and miles on my motorbike among the serene, turquoise dunes, trying to keep up with him, until I realized -not without a certain anxiety- that I had lost him. I slowed down, stopped, got off the vehicle and looked carefully all around. There was no sign of the rider, nothing but desert dunes and shallow craters, and the crystal cities seemed to be further than ever before. Obviously, I had ridden too far; I was now completely alone in the middle of an alien wilderness, and I had a very bad feeling about this.
Everything seemed to be happening weirdly fast today; all of a sudden, someone pounced on me from behind, without making the slightest sound. Where was he hiding? I only wondered and then we were both down on the sand fighting. At that moment I realized I had no idea who that man was, what he wanted from me or how he had managed to find me on this isolated planet...
My opponent proved to be quite flexible, avoiding my blows with considerable ease. As he stood before me, parrying another direct attack of mine, I saw he was very young, with a well-trained body and a tight fitting uniform. He didn't look much like the wild villain who had invaded my friends' house some minutes ago. Just then it occurred to me he was a warrior of Venor, my archenemy.