Date Published: Jan. 31, 2015
Publisher: Cinnabar Press
A clairvoyant young woman finds her visions of the future to be a nuisance, until she discovers that she is hardly unique. An entire group of seers has learned how to profit from their knowledge in ways that Ariel has never considered. Another group is obsessed with using their talents to understand a dark future they cannot ignore.
An alliance with either crowd looks dangerous, given that they both seem a little crazy. There is no possible way to help them both. Worse yet, each group is convinced that Ariel is more than a potential asset; she’s the one thing that they must have in order to fully succeed.
Eoin tried to be direct. “Yes, he told me wanted to take you out on his yacht and get to know you better. Come on Ariel, you’re a big girl. He’s a big client. Go and be friendly.”
“I don’t like boats. Could I just have dinner with the man somewhere in town?” Ariel was furious at Eoin for pushing her into this but didn’t know how to explain why. Eoin’s request for her to spend time with a client was justified.
“He wants you two to enjoy a boat ride together. Look, do you want to bring a friend along? If that’s the problem, I could send the big guy, Jake, with you, although I would think that at your age and with your looks you’ve figured out how to say ‘No thanks’ gracefully by now.”
Ariel considered the idea of bringing Jake. Yes, she generally could take care of herself just fine and she felt stupid requesting a chaperone. None of the guys in the office would bring along someone.
“It’s okay. There will be a whole boat full of people there if by some bizarre reason he gets pushy. I’ll be fine. Sorry to be a problem, I’m just not fond of the man.”
Eoin gave her a sympathetic shrug. “I doubt that his own mother is fond of him.”
Sherrie Roth grew up in Western Kansas thinking that there was no place in the universe more fascinating than outer space. After her mother vetoed astronaut as a career ambition, she went on to study journalism and physics in hopes of becoming a science writer.
She published her first science fiction short story long ago, and then waited a lot of tables while she looked for inspiration for the next story. When it finally came, it declared to her that it had to be whole book, nothing less. One night, while digesting this disturbing piece of news, she drank way too many shots of ouzo with her boyfriend. She woke up thirty-one years later demanding to know what was going on.
The boyfriend, who she had apparently long since married, asked her to calm down and explained that in a fit of practicality she had gone back to school and gotten a degree in geophysics and had spent the last 28 years interpreting seismic data in the oil industry. The good news, according to Mr. Cronin, was that she had found it at least mildly entertaining and ridiculously well-paying The bad news was that the two of them had still managed to spend almost all of the money.
Apparently she was now Mrs. Cronin, and the further good news was that they had produced three wonderful children whom they loved dearly, even though to be honest that is where a lot of the money had gone. Even better news was that Mr. Cronin turned out to be a warm-hearted, encouraging sort who was happy to see her awake and ready to write. "It's about time," were his exact words.
Sherrie Cronin discovered that over the ensuing decades Sally Ride had already managed to become the first woman in space and apparently had done a fine job of it. No one, however, had written the book that had been in Sherrie's head for decades. The only problem was, the book informed her sternly that it had now grown into a six book series. Sherrie decided that she better start writing it before it got any longer. She's been wide awake ever since, and writing away.
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3 autographed paperback copies of y1 (a related tale of the adventures of Ariel’s shape shifting brother)