Like her protagonist Shannon Kendricks, Cathy Parker is an attorney. She volunteered as a zoo keeper's aide for eight years and did have a very special beluga buddy, Mauyak. As to encounters with alien children, she is not saying. She was also a radio and print journalist and once was the 'Jill of all trades' for a small satellite paper in Wyoming. She did everything from taking to the photos to writing the articles and op-ed pieces to helping with layout and hauling the newspapers through blizzards once a week. As a result, she saw lambs being born and went on a cattle drive and ate her first (and last) Rocky Mountain Oyster. She has seen mountain gorillas in the wild in Rwanda and orangutans in Borneo and even rocked an orphaned baby orangutan to sleep on her chest. She has volunteered with a chimpanzee sanctuary for former research subjects. So you can see where her heart lies. Currently she is happy at home with her black brindle mastiff and her black cat. All similarities between her cat and Narcissus are purely and probably coincidental.
You are reading the opening lines to my book, tentatively titled POWER MULTIPLIED, which is the sequel to the first book in this series, POWER OF THREE.
When I first created Shannon Kendricks, the protagonist of the series, she was much too much like me, which is to say, dull.
Consequently, I decided to give her some skills and traits I wish I had. For example, Shannon has a telepathic bond with a beluga whale. I mean, who wouldn't want that? Right? And another thing -- because of her encounter with aliens and her ability now to harbor other creatures' consciousness in her mind, Shannon enjoys [and, to be fair, suffers from] a greatly increased metabolism. Which means she can eat. Boy can she eat. And she never gains weight. I could volunteer for that duty.
What I hope to create in Shannon is a hero whom a reader can, even for a few short hours, inhabit and can really enjoy being.
Shannon is just beginning to learn the extent of her talents. What else might she find out about herself?
Shannon Kendricks was minding her own already frazzled business when a needle of fear pricked her spine. She paused mid-worry, all her attention immediately drawn to that sting of anxiety. Her vision dissolved into darkness. A dead certainty crystalized in her mind. The certainty that she would shortly find herself in the middle of an undefined but huge and devastating disaster. She faintly tasted the salty sea and she smelled a hint of repulsive, metallic blood. Fainter still, she heard the echo of frantic screams. But she could see nothing, only black emptiness.