My story begins three hundred years in our future, as we humans have begun to settle our Moon and Mars; while at the same time another world of people is beginning to save theirs. Across our galaxy we have just begun locating planets that could support life in the ‘Goldilocks Zone.’ The life giving planets are hard to find amongst the brilliance of their stars or through the primeval dust clouds that hide them. Proxima Centauri, a small red dwarf sun, lies 4.37 light-years away. Now think twice that distance, say ten light years away.or 6 trillion miles. Our current technology would take us hundreds of years to travel that distance. But new ‘sailing’ methods are being discovered that could shorten than time. We know of the system Epsilon Eridani with its planet that is too close for life to exist. What if there is another system?
'an introductory speech, often in verse, calling attention to the theme,
'an introductory or preceding event or development.'
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2. an introductory speech, often in verse, calling attention to the theme of a play.
3. the actor or actress who delivers this.
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Here are the links to find my book:
Barnes & Nobel: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/similar-but-not-the-same-a-nation/1118177032?ean=2940148354185&itm=1&usri=2940148354185
I just found a discrepancy between Chapters 24 and 25. Two ways the murder had happened. Well, that won't do. I have since corrected it and the book Similar But Not the Same is republished. It doesn't matter how many times you review your writings, you will always finds something to correct.
Some have wondered where I have been in the last few weeks. This pic tells it all. As you read my book you will see some similarities to space ship accommodations and our quarters on a sailing ship. We were one of the lucky ones that did not get sick.
I have wrote these before but I will do so again here:
I can smell the moist salt sea as it splashes below my balcony's edge. Our monstrous ship sailed smoothly cutting through the ocean water's as a hot knife would in a sea of cold butter.
The Moon: Like a silver cup full of night, the Moon tipped toward the sea.
Now that I am back, I have decided to update my book so it reads richer and fuller. I have added Acknowledgements; rev.ii may come out in late March or June of this year. I enlisted in 8 people to read my book again and their suggestions will be incorporated into the newer version; and I hope that will be the last.