began writing in second grade, furiously recording her hopes and dreams in a
denim-covered diary. Besides hanging out at the library, she loved soaking up
the rays—while reading a book, of course. During her sophomore year of high
school, Wendy’s family moved to Carson City, Nevada, and she thought her life
had ended. The desert, sagebrush, and cowboys were a far cry from the ocean,
palm trees, and surfers of Florida. Fortunately within six months, the family
relocated to Lake Tahoe, and her outlook improved dramatically.
Boulder, followed by a year at the University of Nevada in Reno and two years
at Brigham Young University, where she worked as a reporter and copy editor for
The Daily Universe. A decision to take a short break from school turned into a
twelve-year hiatus in Lake Tahoe. After a two-year stint in the civil
engineering program at California State University in Sacramento, Wendy
returned to Colorado and graduated from CU with a degree in English Writing. It
was a long, but valuable, educational journey.
Northern Nevada, close enough to Lake Tahoe to enjoy the beautiful scenery but
far enough away to escape the heavy winters. She lives with a wonderful husband
who’s a financial guru–thank goodness–and a golden retriever who’s often
mistaken for a sloth. Her two brainy and creative sons challenge her intellect
and make her want to be smarter. Wendy hopes someday to journey to the stars.
When sixteen-year-old Eve Hunter returns to her childhood home of Ridgway, Colorado, she discovers a tight-knit colony of scientists and their families led by her grandfather, Jarak. Ten years earlier, her mother drowned suspiciously in a nearby canyon, and Eve becomes convinced the townspeople are hiding something. By lineage, Eve belongs to the colony and despite her reservations, she feels drawn to the colonists—particularly one of them: Daniel Winter, an eerily familiar, intense boy whose determination to monitor her and all the colonists is more than a little disturbing.
into a clearing and found Sarah, perched at the edge of a steep cliff, staring out
at an incredible snow-covered panorama.
out a shrill warning. “Sarah, don’t get so close to the edge. The mountain got
a lot of snow last night, and it hasn’t had time to pack down.”
Erik. Nothing’s going to happen.”
heard a crack or sensed a shift in the snow bank because he shouted “Get back!”
at the precise moment a section of the cliff gave way.
Sarah tumble over the cliff with the plummeting snow. But instead of falling, her
body froze, suspended in mid-air, then shot forward, speeding directly toward
Erik as if she’d been ejected from a canon.