Water to Water by Karen A. Wyle Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Water to Water
by
Karen A. Wyle
Genre:
Science Fiction
Two
young Vushla questioned what everyone knew about death. What should
they do with the answer?
When the time comes for
Vushla to die, they go into the ocean and are dissolved away. Or so
Terrill has always believed, and still believes after taking part in
his father's final journey. But when he meets a young Vushlu who
lives by the sea, Terrill must confront information that calls this
fundamental belief into question. Will the two of them discover
the truth? And what should they do with what they find?
The
last taste of dinner was fading from Honnu’s mouth. Even food was
different when the peddler came. This very night, around this same
fire, they had roasted and eaten plump sausages spitting with juice,
made from some crawling creature that pushed through underbrush and
rooted in the earth of far-off forests.
Honnu
stretched his arms and upper body to soak in the warmth of the fire,
welcome as the end of hot season brought cooler night breezes. Which
of the peddler’s tales might actually be true? Honnu had never
traveled farther than the nearest market town — far enough away
from the shore that the sea could not be seen, but not too far for
its smell to carry, competing with the smell of the fish he sold and
the pastries and spices and flowers in the stalls all around him.
Were there really trees so tall that a Vushlu would have to rear back
on its hind legs and lean against something sturdy in order to see
the tops? Did mountains soar even higher? Did rivers of water pour
out of those mountains? Did the mountains rise above the air itself,
so that the air strained and grew thin, and one could look down and
see the thicker air below? Did fountains of fire leap up from hidden
places to consume travelers? Did birds, glowing as bright as any
fire, swarm over the fields in springtime, keeping farmers from
sowing seed until the birds had flown away? Did a species of giants,
giants who never came near the ocean, giants with two legs and two
arms like the Weesah but each limb twice as thick as a Weesah’s
trunk, raise beasts for farmers, never leaving their ranches,
requiring farmers to come to them? Were there places where the sky
was always red, and others where the sky was always black?
Honnu’s
family must know the answers to those questions, or to some of them,
but his aunt never wanted to talk about it, and his grandfather
changed his story from one time to the next, and his mother said none
of it was true. Honnu refused to believe that.
Unless
he found a way to go see for himself, he would never know.
Now
he heard sounds of movement and conversation, and tires pushing
through sand. The procession must be leaving, with one of its members
gone forever into the sea. They would probably not go very far in the
dark. There was an inn serving such travelers in the market town. But
by morning, they would be on their way back to wherever they came
from. To one of the many, many places Honnu had never seen.
Karen A. Wyle was born a Connecticut Yankee, but eventually settled in Bloomington, Indiana, home of Indiana University. She now considers herself a Hoosier. Wyle's childhood ambition was to be the youngest ever published novelist. While writing her first novel at age 10, she was mortified to learn that some British upstart had beaten her to the goal at age 9.
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