
An artist's representation of what WB execs will do if Goyer and Cassutt don't make good on their seven-figure writing deal.
Goyer and Cassutt's novels already have names--Heaven's Shadow, Heaven's War and Heaven's Fall--and will add to the ever-higher pile of "man meets alien, alien meets man, alien clobbers man" invasion plots floating around Hollywood at the moment. The plot of the first book sounds like a cross between Independence Day and Arthur C. Clarke's classic Rendezvous with Rama in that a massive unknown object is detected inside the solar system and a crew of astronauts is dispatched to intercept, only to find the inhabitants hostile. (In Clarke's novel, though, the inhabitants were ambivalent.) Honestly, as a prolific reader of sci-fi, that all sounds dull as dishwater. Gentlemen, add some tie-in to the architects of Stonehenge, flesh eating "grey goo" and our only hope for survival being a cadre of bikini car wash workers and I'm sold.
















