Excerpt: Drops of Ether

From Chapter 1:
Future peoples of Earth: This is the story of creativity and how it was lost for you. You may be asking yourself or me what creativity is or was, and it saddens me deeply that you must be hearing it from me, a dog.

From Chapter 7:
When I heard that sound, I got so scared, I ran down to the St. Ives' basement and hid behind David's old recliner, in the corner, where no one would see me. I hid down there all night and even peed back there. David and Emily weren't mad at me. They were ecstatic. The thunder had happened right above our back yard. And it wasn't thunder. And that stuff that fell wasn't a star, it was what Jeff Shifflett called Ether.

From Chapter 8:
"But seriously," David said. "Maybe you should be in a band, ever think of that? Really follow your passion. Your real passion, a real thing, not something you thought you might have heard of. And listen, I know you don't believe me, but if you stick with your passion long enough, one day, you'll be a master. We're all going to be masters, I guarantee it. I know something you don't know." Thinking he had said to much, he added, “Physics.”