I recently re-read my next to be published novel, 'God's Gift'. It's a very good story about three siblings who find themselves on the last colonization ship to leave Earth before a super volcano erupts. Once they reach their new home they discover not is all as was expected, not to mention an intelligent feline race who first words to the human settlers is, 'God told us you were coming, tell us about His son."
The shocked reaction of the those who first contact the felines and the following events pushes apart the colony, forcing everyone to make a hard decision about what the true future of the colony is or isn't.
Due out hopefully in 2013 from WolfSinger Publications, it is an indirect prequel to my current novel 'Winter Awakening' and a fun spring board into more adventures that will be written in the Five Systems and Borders universe.
Chapter 1
The shocked reaction of the those who first contact the felines and the following events pushes apart the colony, forcing everyone to make a hard decision about what the true future of the colony is or isn't.
Due out hopefully in 2013 from WolfSinger Publications, it is an indirect prequel to my current novel 'Winter Awakening' and a fun spring board into more adventures that will be written in the Five Systems and Borders universe.
Chapter 1
Why does it
always rain at funerals like on the holos? Lawrence wondered as he watched
the dark cherry casket slowly lowered into the rain soaked ground. Lightening flashed overhead followed by
crackling deafening thunder. He saw his
sister flinch at the noise and he reached over to gently touch her shoulder. Susanna gave him a grateful smile as tears
ran down her pale face.
Not for the first
time, he wondered how God could have been so cruel and taken away the only man
who had understood his brilliant sister.
Gary Gates had loved her and been willing to marry her despite all the
traveling her career demanded. Unfortunately, the two had met while she’d
been working in London and the rest of the family had not gotten a chance to
get to know him very well.
Water dripped over
the edge of the black umbrella he held.
Larry shook it glad, because of the damp chill, he’d insisted on wearing
his woolen uniform rather than the rented dark suit his mother had tried to
convince him was better.
“Do not mourn as
unbelievers do,” the pastor began.
At least this
preacher didn’t do the usual ‘ashes to ashes, dust to dust’ speech. Larry guessed the man must be from a list
provided by the funeral home since he didn’t know him from their regular
church.
“Rather remember that
we have hope, while others do not,”
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