In this fast-paced science fiction thrill ride, gravely ill Shannon Kendricks, attorney and seaquarium volunteer, must return the alien child Essi to her world, while trying to free a captive beluga Juneau, and combat a pair of ancient aliens set on destroying Earth. Her friends can help, but not everyone will survive. On the upside, with the arrival of the alien child, Shannon’s physical appearance changes dramatically and she now possesses useful, near-magical traits to help her with barriers that appear insurmountable. Will Shannon succeed in her quests before it is too late, or run out of time? Find the answers in POWER OF THREE, a thrilling novel from Cathy Parker.
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.
Here's to surviving. This excerpt introduces Narcissus, Shannon's little black cat with sapphire eyes. Thinking about Narci reminds me of a funny thing that happened with a cat I babysat for a year. Ramsey was a middle linebacker of a cat--just plain big and brawny. My driveway sloped down the side of my yard, the result of which was that my wrap around porch was higher than where I usually parked. Ramsey would jump down from the porch onto the hood of my car when I came home from work for a little loving. One summer evening, a lovely family of three were walking up the sidewalk with a sedate golden retriever at the same time as Ramsey thumped down to greet me. As they passed the driveway, Ramsey assumed a "not in my house" look and charged down the driveway. He then jumped [jumped!] the dog, wrapping two big paws around the dog's neck, and hung on as the dog reared up. When Ramsey had made his point, he stalked back up the driveway. The nice dog walkers stared at me. "He's very territorial" was all I could think of to say.
Power of Three
Indy settled onto the floor by her food bowl just as Shannon’s cat Narcissus slipped through the cat door, paused with a black paw in the air and stared at Shannon with her big blue eyes, ready to bolt. Narci too? Shannon popped open a can of cat food, and called her over. Narci hesitated a second, then pattered in. A slave to the food dish, that one.