Indigo, the Deep is the third installment in Kellye Abernathy’s Yellow Cottage series, and the third time I’ve had the privilege of immersing myself in one of her stories.
I listened to the audiobook edition of Under the Stairs, and I have to say that these stories feel even more unsettling in audio than they might on the page.
Sebastian Wilson is an aspiring actor whose latest “role” leads him into the lives of a wonderfully eclectic group of people. What I found especially interesting is that the male lead is a catalyst rather than the center of everyone else’s story. Without even realizing it, Wilson becomes exactly what several people need at pivotal moments in their lives, even as he struggles to accept himself for who he really is.
Science fiction is often at its most satisfying when it combines imaginative ideas with believable human stakes, and Andrea Goyan’s The Catalyst does exactly that. The novel balances scientific intrigue with questions about responsibility, identity, and the unintended consequences of discovery, creating a story that’s as engaging intellectually as it is entertaining.
About the book: The Time of My Life How far would you go to change your life? When Eliza Woods sees an advertisement for someone’s whole life for sale – their house, car, all their belongings, even their clothes and cat – not to mention a trial-run in their job and an introduction to […]
It’s several days late, and doesn’t even apply to this post, but I wanted to leave a reply where I knew you’d see it. :)
Re: Not writing much–
It’s not EQ, it’s more just that I don’t feel like I have anything to write about lately. I can only gripe about work so much before it starts to get old, tiresome, and boring–you know, the point where people start saying, “At least you HAVE a job!” Plus, with the whole business thing…busy.
I’m hoping to get back into it. I’m driving up to Seattle in a few weeks, going up along 1/101 on the coast, so hopefully there’ll be a sort of travelogue that’ll get me interested and feeling like I have more to write about than just being generally cranky.
Sorry to spam your comments here with a reply, too. :)
Afraid that upon receiving my invitation I snatched their hands off, hope that doesn’t make me a bad person :(