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Moon Deeds by Palmer Pickering
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I love space opera. Picking up this book was the best thing I did. The premise was very intriguing to me and I couldn't wait to get started. I appreciated the opening preface chapter(s). They paint the picture of where the world is set and gives a glimpse at what is in store for the characters. In some cases, I prefer less description, but this was an exception.
I was hooked all the way through. Palmer Pickering is a new author for me. I found her writing to be captivating and very moving. I enjoyed the pacing of the plot. It's not a quick read. I definitely needed to set aside many hours every day, but it is so binge-able. I could put it down. It was the perfect source of entertainment during my down days while I was on vacation (recently). MOON DEEDS is just so good and I already diving into the sequel. I cannot wait to see what happens next!
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Chapter 1 - Star Song
Available on AmazonWest San Jose, California, Western Free States, planet Earth July 8, 2090
Cassidy stood in the backyard, staring up at the sky and listening to the music of the stars. The Shaman’s Shield of gray clouds loomed far overhead, covering the sky in a thick, impenetrable roof, and casting a gloomy pall over everything. Ever since the Shaman’s Shield had appeared three years ago, she had not seen the stars nor heard their music. But today the thin, ethereal strains wove through the neighborhood noise. The music was faint, but it was there.
It had been louder when she was a child, before Grandma Leann had shielded her. Cassidy had thought everyone could hear the music, a constant background noise of such poignant sweetness that sometimes it was painful to listen to. But she had realized over time that others did not hear it. Or perhaps they heard it subconsciously, or in their dreams, because sometimes she heard an echo of it when musicians played their instruments or choirs sang. Cassidy had tried to replicate the sound, studying violin as a child, then piano, but neither instrument captured the elusive tones.
The only one who understood was her twin brother, Torr. They had shared a room as children, and she used to sing to him.
“I recognize that song,” he had said one time in the middle of the night. She had been sitting up in bed humming the tune that was streaming through her head. Torr had awoken from a deep sleep and sat upright, staring at her. “I heard it in my dream.”
“You heard me humming,” she corrected him.
“No,” Torr said stubbornly. “The golden people were singing to me. Their song said you and I have to find them. We have to follow their voices.” Torr closed his eyes and sang the melody more truly than she ever had, picking out parts of the multi-layered harmony she had never captured before. And he added something resembling words that she did not understand, but which made her cry.
In the morning he had remembered the dream, but he could not remember the song. For days afterwards he had tried to get her to sing it back to him, but she could not get the melody quite right, and she did not know the strange language. Then when Grandma Leann laid the blanket of silence over her, the song stopped. As time passed, Cassidy forgot the tune she had always hummed. She could only recall hints of it, like wisps of clouds that slipped away as she tried to grab them.
Now the sky was singing to her again. The melody came to her, carried on the wind as though from a distant mountaintop. She was filled with joy to hear it, though the song was more mournful than she recalled. She still could not understand the words, but she remembered what Torr had told her that night in their attic bedroom, that the two of them had to follow the golden people’s voices and find them. She did not know who they were, or where they were, but they were still out there singing to her. Calling to her. Waiting.
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