Genre: Science Fiction
About CaelanAeganaLocation: Seattle, WA, USA Home Region: Age:22 Favorite novels: Night Watch, Stranger in a Strange Land, Contact, Dune, A Tale of Two Cities Favorite writers: Ray Bradbury, Oscar Wilde, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, Terry Pratchett, Aaron Sorkin (TV/movies) Favorite music: Loreena McKennitt, Utada Hikaru, Crosby Stills Nash & Young, Pink Floyd, Hans Zimmer Non-noveling interests: politics, blogging, environmental theory, music, computers, video games and crafts |
Joined: October 22, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 3 NaNoWriMo buddies: 0
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Brief Author Bio: I'm an engineering student at the University of Washington, which is the main reason why I haven't been doing NaNo these last few years. Busy, busy. I'm Irish and it shows--I love a good story, full of intrigue and mysticism. I love how the imagination can be driven by a good story, and the meaning that can be taken by even the most ordinary ones. |
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Synopsis: Call of the Sky
When Brandt Carter lost his wife and children to a freak accident, his strong grip on fundamentalist Christian faith began to slip, too. Now working as a janitor in a university physics building, he's convinced that life has lost all meaning.
Brandt slowly gives in to attempts at friendship from a postdoctoral student named Peter Grace--a bookish, and somewhat naive, but brilliant researcher. One night Peter's experiment is left on. Not realizing that the machine has malfunctioned, Brandt tries to turn it off--
--and awakens on another planet.
Brandt must contend not only with the desperation of being a fish out of water, but also with the convictions of an advanced race so steeped in the understanding of physics and astronomy that they cannot accept Brandt's uncertain faith as anything except utter fiction. Gentle though the aliens' attempts are, Brandt's struggle with what he has always known to be true only intensifies.
This is an age-old story about the conflict of beliefs--the definition of faith, the slipperiness of certainty. What does it mean, to be a stranger in a strange land...and how does asking the question teach to the heart of one's existence?


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