If There Be Giants

If There Be Giants, The Watchers book 1

Buried treasure or a curse unearthed?

Archeologist, Dr. Mallory Jacks has uncovered an anomaly, a strange creature amidst familiar surroundings. The discovery could change the world’s perspective of anthropology and science, as well as shake the religious faith of millions. However, the latter is beside the scientific point.

The newly found artifacts do not fit neatly or logically into the timeline of events comprising the history of life on planet. Unfortunately, this could be just the cusp of the problem; who knows what else might be unveiled as the project continues.

The situation evolves more perplexingly as one of Mallory’s student helpers, Grey McKnight, becomes enmeshed in the mystery; especially, as she and Grey’s relationship progresses beyond that of mentor and student. With each passing day, the upheaval surrounding the findings threatens to shatter their lives into countless surreal pieces.


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Mallory Jacks and her best friend, Paisley Bourne, had an unusual hobby as children; with Indiana Jones as their role model, they explored the hills around their Cornish homes, collecting every scrap of history they could find. Years later, Drs. Jacks and Bourne, once again working together, are summoned to a farm where the farmer has uncovered a possible henge site. At first glance, on a rainy English day, neither doctor suspects that there’s anything Read on ...

J.C. Steel

Teaser from Chapter 1

Even as an adolescent, Mallory was not shy; on the contrary, if one knew her. To everyone else, she appeared to be a quiet and reserved child, tending to shirk offers of friendship from just anybody. In fact, she was driven toward adventures of the solitary kind, preferring the company of her surroundings over playing make believe among fantasies she was not interested in and were not of her own making. As a result, her classmates called her names, such as “Manly” for her tomboy ways or “Lonely Jacks.” She did not find the insults offending because she simply didn’t care.

Thus, for several years, every day after school she would throw off her school bag, exchange it for her kit, and skip off on her own personal archeological dig. Her neighborhood had been expanding during that time, but around the Jacks residence on the outskirts of Tucson, there was also always a vacant field—be it a construction site or yet undeveloped land—ready for her exploration.

When she and her family moved to England, it wasn’t lost friendships she mourned. As mentioned, she wasn’t the attaching type and as children do, she adjusted to both the new landscape and weather of Cornwall in a matter of weeks. In fact, the town of Ivers was better than Tucson for a budding earth-and-dead-people detective, she decided. The artifacts she uncovered in the foreign soil were mysterious; completely unlike anything she’d found before.

Excerpt from Chapter 4

MGs were not necessarily trustworthy vehicles, but Mallory’s old car was an exception and an hour later, they’d arrived. She disengaged the clutch, shifted the car into neutral, and pulled the key abruptly out of the ignition. The car crunched up the slightly sloped gravel drive a few dozen feet before finally sputtering to a halt. She yanked the parking brake with force when the motor wheezed its final breaths of death. Beside her, Paisley snickered.

“Sometimes I think this contraption creepy; Christine’s poor, English relation.” She pet the dashboard tentatively and then jiggled the door handle again. Undoing the seatbelt, she shoved awkwardly at the door.

“You know she likes a little tough love, put some muscle into it,” Mallory instructed. Through the windshield window, she ducked and scanned the whitewashed exterior of the farmhouse looming in front of them. “It’s quite nice having friends on top or should I say, in low—”

“A teensy bit off-colour that was,” Paisley replied, twisting her lips, half smiling, half in mock disgust.

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“What?” Mallory asked somewhat absently, turning toward Paisley but glancing to either side past her head.

“Keaton. You were saying being his friend has certain benefits. Hmm?” She tried to maneuver around in the narrow bucket seat to catch a glimpse of the scene behind her.

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