J. Grace Pennington has published four science fiction novels. They each have a unique bent to them, but this one is very different. Each book is a standalone, but as with any series, you get more of the story if you read them all in order. In Reversal Zone, the main character, Andi Lloyd, becomes the only one who can save the ship and crew. Can she do it in time?
Nothing is as it should be.
After weeks of boredom, Andi is excited when the Surveyor is called upon to rescue a freighter that mysteriously vanished in uncharted space. Excitement quickly turns to unease when the ship encounters an unknown phenomenon—a cloud that appears not to exist. But with the freighter's crew in danger, the Surveyor has no choice but to venture into unknown territory.
As soon as they enter the cloud, its unstable effects wreak havoc on the ship. They're flying blind. Every piece of equipment is malfunctioning. And every member of the crew is unable to think straight or act like themselves—except Andi.
Now she's expected to guide them through the predicament with no previous command experience and no one to turn to for support. And with each passing hour, it becomes clear that if they don't escape the cloud soon—they won't escape it at all.
About the Author
J. Grace Pennington has been telling stories since she could talk, and writing them down since age five. Now she lives in the great state of Texas, where she writes as much as adult life permits. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading good books, playing movie soundtracks on the piano, and looking up at the stars.
You can find out more about her writing at www.jgracepennington.com.
Grace is generously offering three prizes. A signed copy of each of her three previous novels in the series. They are each standalone stories, but they are also connected. If you would like to read more about them, you can read about them here: Radialloy, In His Image, Machiavellian.
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“Four degrees starboard.” Crash pointed, leaning over August's shoulder and peering at the navigation display.
I sat in the visitor's chair on the port side of the bridge, watching as everyone went about their business. Once I'd helped Olive, the nurse, finish unloading the new medical supplies, there was nothing to do in sickbay other than refill a few prescriptions, which the Doctor liked to do himself. Thus Olive had gone to find her husband, our first engineer, and I had headed to the bridge.
I couldn't remember the last time things had been so uneventful.
Uneventful for the Doctor and Olive and I, anyway. Things did not appear uneventful for the Captain and Guilders.
The Captain sat ramrod straight in his chair on the little platform in the command pit, glowering at Crash. Crash ignored him, remaining draped over the back of August's chair.
Normally the bridge was one of my favorite places to be, second only to sickbay. I loved the open space to the front and both sides, the view of the stars as they sped past, even the sober gray-blue color of the walls. I loved seeing how smoothly things ran, like the workings of the most intricate electronic device, and I loved the disciplined aura of the bridge team working together to get everything done.
But today, it was different. The color was the same, and of course the stars hadn't changed much. The atmosphere, however, had something added to it, and that something was Crash. The room even felt smaller, as though it couldn't contain two big personalities at once.
“When I left, they were still in Delta thirty-five-sixty-seven,” Crash explained, straightening up and facing the Captain. “That's as far as I can guide you for sure. Pretty soon after that they disappeared from the scopes.”
The Captain frowned and leaned forward. “I'm still not clear as to why you left them.”
Crash paced away from August, whose face relaxed slightly.
I bit my lip. No matter how much I'd missed Crash, it was never long before he began to irritate me.
“I told you. DeMille hired me to guide the Pigeon through some of the uncharted sectors to the rendezvous. But Captain Dooley is just a little too set in his ways, and didn't ever listen to me, even though DeMille said he had to.”
“That doesn't surprise me,” Guilders said.
I shifted in my chair, trying to quell the restlessness.
“I saw I was doing no good, and Dooley obviously didn't like having me there, so I left. They were getting into territory even I hadn't explored, anyway.” Placing his hands on his hips and standing with legs apart, he faced the Captain. “Don't know if you know Dooley. A very... possibly the most serious and emotionless man I have ever met. Not a hint of fun or romance.” He wrinkled his face.
The Captain sighed. “No, I don't know him.”
“But he sounds like an entirely satisfactory person to me,” Guilders said without the slightest change of expression.
I couldn't stop an amused snort, and Crash looked over his shoulder at the first officer. “What was that?”
“Nothing, sir,” said Guilders. For a moment, I thought the “sir” carried a hint of sarcasm, but his face remained unchanged.
“Mr. Crash,” the Captain questioned, “do you have any idea at all what could have happened to the Pigeon?”
“No idea whatsoever.”
The Captain cupped his clean-shaven chin in his hand and frowned. “This doesn't add up. A ship doesn't just... disappear.”
“Well, this one did.”
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