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46. Ascending
Sherrie Cronin
Genre: Fantasy, contemporary, metaphysical
Publisher: Cinnabar Press
ISBN: 9781941283035
ISBN: 9781941283233
ASIN: B00I58T5FU
Number of pages: 405
Word Count: 135,000
Cover Artist: Jennifer FitzGerald
Book Description:
Teddie likes her country music and her old pick-up truck and she's not sure how she let her best friend talk her into spending a semester abroad in Darjeeling India. Once she arrives, her innocence quickly collides with an underworld in which young women are bartered and sold. As she fights to understand a depravity that she never dreamed existed, Teddie finds that her own mind develops a unique ability for locating her friends and that an ancient group is willing to train her to use her innate skills for out of body experiences to save others.
It will require trust in ideas she barely believes, and more courage than has ever been expected of her. When it becomes clear that the alternative may be her friends' deaths and the unchecked growth of an evil crime lord's empire, Teddie accepts the challenge and shows those guilty of unspeakable crimes just how powerful a young woman can be.
Available at Amazon, and out in paperback June 10, 2014.
Excerpt
“So why not
kill her?’ Vasily persisted as they finished their lunch. “You don’t want her.
She’s useless.” He was talking about the American girl of course, in which Pavel
had no interest and who now sat bound, gagged and heavily sedated in a walk-in closet
in a vacant rental home in Manali.
“Because if she is dead, we know that she is
useless,” Pavel said. “If she’s alive, it remains to be seen. Get her out of
here, far away from this town. In fact, get her to Southeast Asia where she
looks like the other girls and won’t stand out. We have a business in Bangkok,
send her there. I do not—repeat, do not—want any trouble to come from this one.
Make sure that you don’t lose track of her, just in case she turns out to be
any kind of bargaining chip down the road. Now go. I need some peace and quiet
to drink my coffee and think about what to do next.”
“Okay,” Vasily sighed. He had been looking forward
to killing the girl.
Pavel, who knew him too well, admonished him as he
started to leave. “I don’t want you or any of your goons laying a hand on her
either. I’ve told you before. Your guys do not know the meaning of the word
restraint.”
“Plenty of others gonna lay hands on her where
she’s going,” Vasily muttered.
“Yeah well most of them don’t like to do so many
things that leave marks,” his boss glared back. “I mean it, Vasily. Get her to
Bangkok where she can earn her keep and be out of our way. If we can use her,
we’ll bring her back.”
“Yes boss.” Vasily thought sadly that power did
strange things to men. There had been a time not that long ago when Pavel not
only would have okayed the kill, he would happily have joined his men in the
fun.
About the Author:
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 collection of six books. Sherrie decided that she better start writing it before it got any longer. She's been wide awake ever since, and writing away.
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 collection of six books. 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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