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.
With the current need to shelter away from the ones we love, our world often narrows down to a tiny universe. In this excerpt Shannon feels the fact that one person is a tiny cog in a big universe. Has this ever happened to you? I remember the first time it happened to me. I was a fourth grader and we were reading about the Roman empire. It suddenly struck me that those Romans thought and felt, laughed and cried, and yet I didn't see it: it was a real time that would never be real for me. I understood viscerally; and it was a strange, strange feeling. I remember that feeling still, and it makes me think of individuals I will never actually be aware of, living lives on the opposite side of the globe, who think and feel, laugh and cry just the same as I do. I know this intellectually, of course, but I don't know it in my gut except in those moments when I really imagine their actual existence. I like feeling this reality that exists outside of my awareness because it reminds me that the sadness or loneliness or pain I feel today is really rather small potatoes. I can deal with small potatoes.
Power of Three
All at once, Shannon’s sense of her place in the scheme of existence shifted. She imagined herself, as if from far away, and growing smaller, a tiny figure huddled in her kitchen, in her house, in her world, in a strange and limitless universe.