As a prelude to the Newearth series, Last of Her Kind sets the stage for an inter-alien alliance, which must learn to value human beings as more than throwaway tools. Cerulean’s admiration for Anne evolves into an extraterrestrial high road—offering the universe true humanity.
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April
Their Place in the Universe
Bright sunlight flooded the bedroom, casting a glow around Anne, the center of Cerulean’s universe. Unaware of being observed, Anne stared at the white rectangular stick in her right hand. Her left hand moved to her middle as her eyes widened. Her lips trembled. “Damn!” Taking one last look at the stick, she blinked back tears.
Her disappointment surprised Cerulean; she had never given any in- dication that she wanted children. The last time he had visited, she had made it quite clear that she never wanted children. She had been seven- teen then; she was twenty-seven now. Things had obviously changed.
Dropping the testing stick into the trashcan, Anne flushed the toilet, her face pale and pinched. She stepped into her bedroom.
Peering through the open doorway, Cerulean contemplated the wedding photo on the dresser. Had her husband wanted children? Ten years ago, Anne had wanted nothing more than to concentrate on a career and travel. Framed teacher certificates, graduation photos, and vacation pictures now lined the walls. Cerulean had no doubt in his mind; Anne may be established, but she was not happy.
“Stupid!” Anne pulled on her blouse and adjusted her skirt, “Dang it, why doesn’t this skirt ever hang right?” Tugging at the waistband, she adjusted her clothes and then glared at the mirror. She turned side- ways, smoothed her hand down her slim figure, eyed her 5’ 6” frame, and then patted a few stray hairs back into place. Her weight was good; her brown eyes were steady, her skin clear and tanned. Wiping away the last vestige of a tear, she pinched her cheeks to add color. Her chestnut hair hung down her back in a thick braid.
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Author review: I was very happy with Ananda's work. She did a great job translating the work and helping to get it formatted and arranged so that it looked as good as possible. She is easy to communicate with and got back to me in a timely manner. I really enjoyed working with her and was pleased with her enthusiasm for the job. |
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Author review: Mario Rosas does excellent work quickly and carefully. He went beyond the call of duty and formatted the book to match the original text using the right fonts and sizes. His clear communication and positive style make him pleasant to work with. A great translator with professional skills. I highly recommend him. |
