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.
I picked this excerpt today simply to cheer myself up, as I have been having a low day. Thinking of the beluga I used to help care for always cheers me up. Low days. We all have them, perhaps more than ever because--pandemic, forest fires, winter temperatures, hurricanes. My day isn't bad compared to people suffering the worst of those. My day is low, though, because I am struggling through what I find to be the most terrible edit of my work I have ever experienced. The editor made such a mash of it, I am able to progress in my reworking of the manuscript only very, very slowly. A real nightmare. Add to that--I may be moving soon and I have encountered a major roadblock in taking my English Mastiff with me, my sweet Tulip. How can I leave her behind? I truly don't know. For these reasons, I almost didn't write this bubble. No heart for it. But in the end, I decided to let you know about my low day. I'm lucky it wasn't low like some people are experiencing low, but still. You know how it is. Some days just wear on a person's soul.
Power of Three
Shannon reached the rim of the tank, three feet high on her side, and twenty feet down on the whales’ side. Juneau swam to greet her, the whale’s snow-white, plump body gliding through the water. The beluga raised her head, with the broad, unmarked forehead, ebony button eyes set well back on each side, short soft curving nostrum, and the mouth that reached so far around each side she always appeared to smile. Beautiful as ever. Shannon grinned at the sight—she couldn’t help herself.