Book #3 is finished. What a wonderful writing experience! This is the first time I’ve had a storyline in mind on which to build, and it came from the ancient Greeks. I borrowed the tale of Cronus and Rhea, and put it in the year 2068 with the full cast of offspring characters, some names anagramized: Hestia (Ashtie), Demeter (Demi), Hera (Hera, can’t do much with that), Hades (Shade), Poseidon (Sydon), and Zeus (Zeus, again no options for scrambling).
Not to give too much away, but Cronus was the King of the Titans who overthrew his father by castrating him (well, his mother asked him to, so what’s he gonna do?!). Then he gets all paranoid about how he might get treated by his own own kids, and as Rhea produced child after child (the six mentioned) he swallowed them one by one. Yeah, gulped them down. Of course, the Greeks swallowed the idea that, when Rhea was tired of losing her kids this way she plotted a way of thwarting him on #6, Zeus, and eventually Z — now an only child — fed his poppa an emetic to make him upchuck his five brothers and sisters. Instant family, and the adventure begins.
Since it’s set in the future, on an uncharted dot of of land in the Pacific named Swallow Island, we have lots of new things to contend with. Severe global warming consequences, with disastrous storms and earthquakes and urban migrations and (finally) some laws that take re-greening seriously. But it’s not a screed on global warming, it’s a fun read that I think you’ll enjoy. Give it a look.
