Publishing Offers for YA Authors

Are you an author of Young Adult novels? Can’t find a publisher or don’t know where to look? Check out the following link for opportunities:

28 Publishers Seeking Young Adult Manuscripts

Note: I have not personally vetted these Publishers, so proceed with caution. Be sure to read their pitches completely before sending your manuscript(s).

Book Review – Wind Catcher (Chosen #1) by Jeff Altabef and Erynn Altabef


Wind Catcher (Chosen #1) is a Young Adult novel by the father/daughter duo, Jeff Altabef and Erynn Altabef. The reader is introduced to teenager Juliet Wildfire Stone whose life balances between two worlds, that of the rich and wealthy who attend an elite high school called Bartens and that of her Native American heritage. While Juliet tries to fit in at her new school, she is also taught the wisdom of her heritage by her grandfather, Sicheii. Along the way, you meet Juliet’s friends – Katie who also attends Bartens and has a father who will soon go to jail, Troy who is Native American and lives near the reservation and attends a normal high school, and Ella and Marton who are friends of Juliet’s from her former school. Juliet has a special gift. She hears voices and when she dreams, she has visions of her Native American heritage. All of this confuses Juliet, but soon becomes clear as a series of murders occur and are tied to her grandfather. Juliet and Troy embark on a journey to discover what the strange tattoos mean, why her grandfather is involved in a secret society and what all of it has to do with Juliet.

Wind Catcher takes the reader on a wild ride of fantasy, science fiction and Native American lore. As the story unfolds, the reader will learn about the Great Wind Spirit, Coyote, a demon, and the Seeker. The plot is complicated, but unfolds in a well-written series of events. Juliet is the Chosen and she must stop the Seeker, an alien, from destroying all she holds dear as well as Earth itself. The characters are all well-developed and even a bit complicated through their woven relationships. The Altabefs do an excellent job with settings, from Juliet’s school, to Slippery River, the town, and all of the vision worlds Juliet visits. The battle scenes near the end are exciting and well described.

What I loved most about this novel is the Native American lore sprinkled throughout the story. You can tell that the Altabefs spent an enormous amount of time researching it to make it believable, even though they do not link any one particular tribe or nation to it. I also loved the science fiction elements to this story, which the read will discover near the end.

Wind Catcher is one of the most original stories I have read. It has mystery, adventure and aliens. Who could want for more? I highly recommend this first novel in the Chosen trilogy for anyone who enjoys fantasy and science fiction. Although it is categorized as Young Adult, I believe even adults will enjoy it. I know I did.

Note: I received a free copy of this novel for a fair and honest review.

Rating: 5 stars

Genre(s): Fantasy, Science Fiction, Young Adult, Native American Lore

To Purchase: Amazon

Book Review – Escape From Witchwood Hollow by Jordan Elizabeth


Escape from Witchwood Hollow by Jordan Elizabeth is a YA fantasy novel. Elizabeth introduces us to Honoria, a fifteen year old who lost her parents in the 911 attacks. Along with her brother Geoffrey and aunt and uncle, they leave New York City and the tragedy behind to settle in the small upstate community of Arnn. Arnn holds many secrets and legends. Witchwood Hollow is one such legend. It is said that anyone who wanders in never returns because of the witch who lives in the woods. Honoria and her new friend Leon set off to uncover the truth of Witchwood Hollow, finding more than just a legend.

This novel is told in three time periods – the 1600s, the 1800s, and 2001 – and weaves together a story  of family histories, lost loved ones and reunions. The story begins in 2001 with Honoria and her family’s arrival in Arnn. Then switches to the 1600s where Lady Elizabeth Clifford, the witch who, accused of murder, stumbles into the woods and makes it her home. It continues in the 1800s with Albertine who travels from England to live with her father in Arnn, but gets lost and trapped in the woods. Other characters are woven throughout and add richness to the tale. The story then switches back and forth between these time periods as it unfolds to reveal a deranged witch, a vengeful curse of sorts and the need to save all of Arnn from the witch’s control.

I really enjoy the plot of this novel. It is original, entertaining and keeps you guessing until the very end to figure out how everything ties together.  All of the characters are well-developed and distinctive. Elizabeth does a great job of keeping all of their personalities separated and original. The settings, especially Witchwood Hollow, are descriptive and well-written.

The only problems I had with the novel are 1) not being able to like the character Honoria at the beginning of the novel. She is snobbish and a bit glib in her interactions with others and reminded me of people I’ve avoided most of my life. However, during the course of the novel, I grew to understand her and like her more, especially after she begins to interact with Leon. And 2) I wasn’t overly impressed with all of the clothing descriptions in the 2001 parts of the book. I do understand why they are there – a city girl comes to the country and there is the need for distinctions to be made between the previous lifestyle and the current one she is living in. These two issues only barely detract from the great story being told.

If you enjoy paranormal stories with witches, then you will definitely find this novel entertaining. It is not your usual witchy story and that makes it a step above other novels with similar themes.

Note: I was given a free copy of this novel for a fair and honest review.

Rating: 4.5 stars

Genre(s): Fantasy, Paranormal, Young Adult

To Purchase: Amazon

Book Review – Boogerman’s House by Dax Varley

Boogerman’s House by Dax Varley is a ghost story plus. The old farmhouse has a bad reputation and as such, it acts as the main character in this novella, a place of murder and suicide. There are three prior occurrences – a murdered family by the hands of the father and his suicide after, the death/suicide of two sisters, and finally, the suicide of a famous horror writer who hangs himself in the barn. Three teenagers – Will, Ryan, and Teagan – set off to the house to spend the night gathering information for an article they plan to write for their school paper. One of the teens has an alternative agenda. Will they survive the night? Or will Boogerman’s House claim three more lives?

Although this novella can be a quick read, it does not mean that Varley denies the reader of well-developed characters. The house, Will, Ryan, and Teagan all come to life before your eyes with their own distinctive personalities and the ghosts will definitely scare you. The setting, a notorious haunted house, is so well-described that at times it left shivers down my spine. And the plot is well thought-out and followed through until the very last line (which will also leave chills!).

I love the ease of the storytelling in this novella. Varley doesn’t mince words. There are very few suspenseful build-ups. Instead, she mostly ops for the real-life gotchas, which put the readers right there with each of the characters in the moment of their attacks. I also enjoyed how the author, using both the personal and the impersonal, allowed the house to get inside the heads of the characters. If you love a good ghost story, then this is the story for you.

Notes: This novella has been renamed – Nightmare House. I received a copy of the originally titled novella from Goodreads Giveaway in exchange for a fair and honest review.

Rating: 5 stars

Genre(s): Horror/Young Adult/Paranormal

To Purchase: (Under new title) Amazon

Andromeda Dreaming – Part 5

For a moon, Elune wasn’t the bleak place Atica assumed it would be. Parts of it had been terraformed and domed as living spaces for students and faculty of the Astroengineer Authority. The small communities consisted of lush parks filled with assorted shrubbery, flower gardens, and pink lawns; dormitory housing for the students – large blue buildings that stretched upward toward the domes’ ceilings; the various Authority campuses which were all linked by underground rail systems; and smaller housing units like the houses back on Marmooth for the faculty. Atica found herself placed in Dome-4A for new underage students, those eleven and younger. She’d been saddened to learn that Ostare would be in Dome-3B for new appropriate-aged students, twelve-year-olds.

She’d been assigned to Aleck Towers, a dormitory filled with other alien children from all parts of the Universe. Atica hadn’t realized there were so many others like herself on Marmooth – orphans, all of them. She worried that being segregated from the Morethans and Lessthans in this manner would result in more discrimination for her and the other alien children. She quickly learned that it was only for a period of adjustment, not from the Morethans, but from the Lessthans. They’d all been quarantined from one another – Nonthans, Morethans, and Lessthans, but just their living quarters. Classes were all unsegregated. The Authority could keep a better eye on them in the classrooms. Safety was their main priority.

“Once the Lessthans learn to live peacefully among you, you will be moved out of Aleck Towers,” a student resident told Atica and the other alien children during their orientation.

Atica shared her dorm room with a Gilatian, a race of warm-blooded, fur-covered aliens who preferred the cold. This would set well for Atica’s need for cooler temperatures and her crystal chamber.

“I am Min’Hotan, but you can call me Harper,” the Gilatian said as she extended a furry paw to Atica, who placed her small hand in Harper’s paw and returned the introduction.

Atica understood the nickname immediately. When Harper spoke, her voice sounded just like a harp – melodic and beautiful, like celestial cords being struck. The two became fast friends.

Since Atica had her pod with Braxas on board, she’d been assigned a first level dorm with a patio that opened out into a garden. On their first night, she and Harper walked the grounds with Braxas in attendance. Gilatians didn’t have holographic technology, and Harper was fascinated with Braxas, asking him questions and getting him to fade in and out for her. That night, Atica asked Braxas her usual question, but for the first time, she allowed someone else to be present when she did so – Harper.

“Where’s home?”

Braxas scanned the sky. “There,” he said, pointing slightly to the right than he had down on Marmooth. “Follow my hand. See that small cluster? Just there, twinkling blue as always, dear Atica.”

Atica and Harper both looked up into the sky and to where Braxas directed. Atica smiled as she spotted Allura, but Harper sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I wish I could see Gilatia, but it is too far away.”

Braxas waved his hand and created a computer screen in front of them. Within seconds, Harper’s homeworld spun in an infinity pattern around its two suns. Braxas zoomed in on the purplish giant planet to reveal snow-capped mountain peaks.

“Sorry. Those are the only scans in my database,” Braxas apologized.

Harper teared up. “It is more than I have seen since I was four.”

Much like Atica’s parents, Harper’s mum and dad had been explorers when raiders had attacked their small ship. And just like Atica, Harper had been put into a pod and shot off into the Universe. Her parents had been confirmed dead and she’d ended up on a trade ship which brought her to Marmooth.

“Once I recharge, I will create you a permanent space chart of Gilatia,” Braxas promised the young Gilatian.

That night, while Braxas recharged out on the pink lawn in the pod, Atica and Harper curled up together in one of the twin beds. They were both homesick, and having realized how similar their stories were, they’d sat up half the night talking about their parents and their homeworlds.

As they slept, Atica dreamt of Allura in the Andromedan Galaxy. She walked the crystal streets with her mom and dad, sat on the crystal benches in the garden by their home, gazed up at the sprawling blue crystal mountains, and the violet skies above them. Atica had never been on Allura, but it was a place she knew all too well. A place Braxas would never let her forget.


The next morning, Atica and Harper rode the rails to Dome-5K to begin their first day at trade school. Like their dwellings, the rails too were segregated, but once they stepped off the rails and onto the platform, they were in the company of Morethans and Lessthans, all scuttling about to get to their classes. Atica clasped her hand onto Harper’s paw and dragged her across the courtyard and toward the campus. They’d nearly escaped notice, but just as they reached the elevators, a Lessthan stepped in front of them.

“Nonthans take the stairs,” the Lessthan said as he narrowed his bright green eyes at the two.

Atica stepped in front of Harper, shielding the younger Gilatian with her own body. “Not true,” she said defiantly. “We are all equals here.”

The Lessthan scoffed as he looked around the lobby. “I don’t see any guards here to protect you. Take the stairs.”

The elevator dinged and Atica moved to step inside, but the Lessthan shoved her out of the way.

“I said, take the stairs.”

Just then, Harper let out a loud string of growls and grew twice her size. Her calm, peaceful face scrunched into a snarling beast with yellowed, razor-sharp teeth and red eyes. Harper lunged toward the Lessthan as Atica backed away from her new friend.

“You take the stairs,” Harper grimaced.

The Lessthan screeched and ran toward the staircase, nearly crashing into other students as he kept his eyes on Harper. Within seconds, Harper reduced back to her calm, teddy bear self and grinned at Atica.

Harper laughed. “Sorry, I should have warned you. We Gilatians can be such animals when challenged.”

Atica let out a deep breath. “Don’t let me ever cross you,” she said with a glint in her eyes.

The two boarded the elevator and went up to the tenth floor to begin their first day of lessons. As they entered the small Astro lab, their tormentor had already arrived and was seated on the opposite side of the large round table in the center of the room. Harper glared at him as she took a seat.

Atica looked around the room, but Ostare was nowhere to be found. She sat down beside Harper, folded her arms, and lowered her head. Had she lost her friend already?


They spent the morning learning how to operate the computer systems. Professor Domnal, a hologram, taught them the basics – how to switch on the systems, how to create charts in the air, and the various programs they would need to learn over the course of the next six months. At the end of their orientation in Astro 101, they would go to the actual Astro labs and learn to create barrier systems. For now, their time would be spent creating mocks until they could control the computer systems like experts. For the first time, Atica realized that Astroengineering was all about tedious computer modeling. No wonder her father had spent so much time in the ship’s computer labs.

Professor Domnal assigned them all partners. To Atica’s dismay, she was partnered with the Lessthan who’d tormented her that morning.

“Introduce yourselves and shake hands,” the Professor ordered.

Atica didn’t want to make waves on her first day. “Hi, I am Atica,” she said as she extended her hand.

The Lessthan stood off to Atica’s right with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He refused to speak or touch her.

“Oh, come on. Do you really want to get us both in trouble?”

He still refused to speak.

Atica withdrew her hand and shook her head. “Are you so blatantly arrogant that you cannot make nice for even a second?”

The Lessthan looked over at the Professor who had a scowl on his face. He turned his attention back to Atica. “Helmsley,” he finally said, but still refused to shake hands.

Atica and Helmsley worked the computer systems in front of them, each avoiding the other’s space, for over an hour. For Atica, it felt like an eternity. Twice she’d accidently brushed up against him, only to have him recoil from her like she had an infectious disease. It was the longest, most irritating time she’d spent in all her days since coming to Marmooth. By the time the bell rang, Atica couldn’t get away from Helmsley fast enough, in fact, she nearly tripped over him as she dashed out of the room.

Harper caught up with her near the elevators. “How could you stand working with him all morning?”

“It wasn’t so bad. He’s quite intelligent. I just wish he didn’t view me as some hideous creature.”

“If he had treated me that way, I would have eaten him.”

Atica flashed Harper a curious look.

Harper laughed. “Not really. We Gilatians are actually vegetarians, but just the thought cracks me up. Did you see the look on his face this morning when I bore my teeth at him?”

Atica giggled and leaned against Harper’s shoulder. “He was terrified.”

“Who was terrified?” a voice said behind the pair.

Atica turned and let out a squeal. “Ostare! I thought I’d lost you.”

“Nonsense. I am just down the hall from you in the main Astro labs. Who’d you terrify on your first day?”

“Some Lessthan named Hemsley,” Harper interjected.

“Oh, my manners! Ostare, this is Harper. She’s a Gilatian.”

Ostare smiled. “Nice to meet you, Harper. You are the second Gilatian I’ve met today.” She turned back to Atica. “Hemsley, huh? He’s an Orkamf. His father is the mayor of a small village just a few miles south of Hatash. I have his brother, Donsley in Astro 102 with me. Lazy, pathetic Lessthan.” Ostare tossed her long black hair and pushed the elevator button. “Lunch, ladies?”

The three climbed aboard the elevator. Atica kept her gaze on Ostare. Suddenly, she felt very small in the Marmoothian’s presence. For whatever reason, she thought Morethans were more tolerant, but she realized that they were just as intolerant of Lessthans as the Lessthans were of them. No wonder the two sides were constantly at odds with one another.

Andromeda Dreaming is a YA Science Fiction story. Young Atica has been marooned on an alien world, adopted by a family there. She longs for her parents who may or may not be alive, and Allura, her homewold in the Andromeda Galaxy. Will she ever see her parents again? Or will she have to accept a life on the foreign planet Marmooth where she fears she will never fit in?

Andromeda Dreaming ©2016-2017 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved. Permission must be granted to distribute or copy this serial (unless reblogging). Thank you.

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Andromeda Dreaming – Part 4

Atica was sound asleep in her portable crystal chamber when she heard loud chatter coming from the main room of the hostel. She slowly opened the chamber door and crept out of the room she shared with Elanta. The chatter turned into a loud argument by the time she reached the end of the hallway. She peeked her head around the corner, careful not to be seen. The argument was about her.

“She has to go now,” Cristasha exclaimed as she paced about the room.

“And she will,” Mingule confirmed. “Just as soon as we get back home.”

“That won’t do. You weren’t there. You didn’t see the Morethans walking around with their white wigs and blue contacts.”

Gladia shrugged her shoulders. “Who cares who the Morethans mimic.”

“It wasn’t just the Morethans,” Timos said as he hung his head low. “Some Lessthans were also dressed up like Atica. This is all the Grand Master’s fault.”

Gladia clasped her hands over her mouth and inhaled sharply. She let out a deep sigh. “Did Elanta see them?”

Cristasha and Timos nodded their heads in unison.

“She was thrilled by it,” Cristasha said. “There was a stand set up with the wigs and contacts, a line of people stretched around the plaza to buy them.”

Gladia and Mingule exchanged glances for a long moment. They knew the inevitable had arrived. Atica was far too dangerous to keep around Elanta, even for a few more weeks. They nodded at one another and turned their attention to the other parents.

“She will leave tonight,” Mingule decided. “I will contact the Astroengineering Authorities and have them remove Atica’s things from the house.

Atica crept back to her room and crawled inside her crystal chamber. In a way, she was happy about the Morethans and Lessthans mimicking her. It showed a unifying force. A start of a revolution, perhaps. In another way, she was sad that she wouldn’t even get a chance to see the home she’d known for so long again. She was more than a little frightened. She was about to embark on a new journey, alone.


“Why do you have to go now?” Elanta asked as she sat on her cot.

Atica shrugged. “The parents said so.”

“It isn’t fair. You are going so far away. Why Astroengineering? You will be off-world. I won’t get to see you very often.” Elanta sat pouting and swinging her legs.

“I’ll visit as often as I am permitted. I promise.”

Atica finished tossing her clothes into a small suitcase, sat it aside and joined Elanta on the cot. She held the young one who’d become a sister to her and placed a kiss upon her forehead.

“It won’t be forever. Maybe when you are twelve, you can join me on Elune.”

Elanta shook her head. “I don’t like astroengineering. I am going to be an artisan,” she said with a big smile on her face.

Of course, she would, Atica thought to herself. Elanta had a way with clay and sculpturing. She would make fine sculptures and houseware. It was in her blood; Mata C was an artisan too.

“We’ll stay in touch. Now you’d better run off before the parents realize you are in here with me.”

Elanta gave Atica a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll never forget you,” she whispered as she skipped out of the room.

Atica remained seated. She stared around the room, the same room she’d shared with Elanta and Sasine for so many years at these birthday festivals. Sasine was away at the Maths Authority. Someday, she would be a famous mathematician. An asset to the family. Elanta would be a famous artisan. Another asset. All the boys studied at various Authorities. They’d be nautics, chemists, doctors, and engineers. The Klaufks would be proud of every one of their natural born children. Atica knew she would never receive praise for her chosen field, or for any other reason.

“Are you ready?” Dal M asked, standing in the doorway.

Atica nodded. She stood up, picked up her small suitcase and followed the Dal out of the hostel. They’d already boarded her portable crystal chamber. She walked out into the main room half-expecting a send-off, but the room was empty.

Dal M accompanied her through the dark streets of Hatash. Atica tried to memorize everything about the place. The plaza, the main square, the streets, and the children she’d met there for the past four years – Ito, the Lessthan boy who’d never befriended her, and Ostare, the Morethan girl who had. Their faces were burned into her memory.

As they crossed the landing field, Atica stared up at the large craft that would carry her to Elune, the smaller of the twin moons. Since the day her pod had landed on Marmooth, she’d never been off-world. The steel grey sky of night matched the color of the craft, and Atica’s mood. As they reached the craft’s entrance, Atica turned to say goodbye to Dal M, but he’d already turned around and was walking back toward the man streets of Hatash.

So, that was that. No send-off from the family and not even a goodbye from Dal M. Atica shouldn’t have been surprised, but for some reason, she was. Had she meant so little to them? Apparently. With her head hung low, she boarded the craft and took a seat far away from the others onboard. Most were older children and adults. Morethans, all of them. Atica was the youngest on the craft. She’d never felt so small nor so unwanted.

Fasten your seatbelts. A voice said over the intercom.

Atica fastened hers and curled up into a ball. She pulled the hood from her coat up over her head. It would be a five-hour trip. Atica figured she would just sleep through it. She closed her eyes, but the jolting of the craft prevented her from sleeping. Suddenly, she heard a voice.

“Atica! You’re here.”

Atica opened her eyes and there sat Ostare beside her. She wouldn’t be alone after all.

Andromeda Dreaming is a YA Science Fiction story. Young Atica has been marooned on an alien world, adopted by a family there. She longs for her parents who may or may not be alive, and Allura, her homewold in the Andromeda Galaxy. Will she ever see her parents again? Or will she have to accept a life on the foreign planet Marmooth where she fears she will never fit in?

Andromeda Dreaming ©2016-2017 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved. Permission must be granted to distribute or copy this serial (unless reblogging). Thank you.

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Andromeda Dreaming – Part Three

Atica returned to the hostel with Mata G and Dal M. Mata C and Dal T remained behind in the city square with the other children. Atica felt the tension as soon as they entered the hostel. She’d done something to displease the parents, but she hadn’t a clue what it was. For a long while, they said nothing to her. She sat in the portable crystal box alone, wishing for an explanation. After an hour of recharge, she couldn’t stand the silence any longer. She stepped out of the box and went to the kitchen.

“Have I done something wrong?” she asked the parents.

They sat at the table, sipping hot castil, a substance that resembled coffee, but had a sweet, not bitter taste. They didn’t look at her, only at one another.

Atica sighed. “Please, I want to know.”

“You were fraternizing with a Westerner,” Dal M finally said.

“So? She was my table mate. Should I have ignored her?”

Mata G looked up, her forehead wrinkled. “You don’t understand, Atica, and obviously, we have not taught you well enough. Your table mate is a Morethan. Lessthans do not fraternize with Morethans.”

“Morethans? Lessthans? I don’t understand.”

“I told you we should have explained this to her long before now,” said Dal M, looking at Mata G with his nose turned up.

Mata G waved her hand at him. “Shush. She was too young to understand and being an alien child, she still may not understand.”

“Stop talking about me as though I am not here,” Atica demanded with her hands on her hips.

Mata G patted the chair beside her. “Sit, childe, and I will explain.”

Atica did as instructed, but huffed as she sat down.

“Good girl,” Mata G said with a smile, ignoring Atica’s attitude. “What I am about to tell you is the history of our planet. Marmooth began as a slave planet, thousands of years ago. The original Marmoothians had a lovely golden brown skin and bright sparkling green eyes. The slaves were copper-colored with dull green eyes. They came from a neighboring planet that has long since been destroyed. Over time, the slaves revolted, gained their freedom, and became prominent people on this planet. They intermarried with the Marmoothians and bore children with them. Eventually, their DNA overtook the original Marmoothian’s DNA and we are the result of it.”

“So, you are all the same now. What’s wrong with that?”

Dal M crinkled his nose. “We are not all the same. We, the inhabitants of the Southern region, have less slave DNA than those from the rest of the planet. Our copper skin isn’t as bright as the others and our eyes are bright green. We’ve maintained this by only marrying and bearing children with other Lessthans.”

“I still don’t see what this has to do with me.”

“Social order, Atica. See, I told you she wouldn’t understand,” Mata G quibbled with Dal M.

“Give her a chance, Gladia.”

“Fine. Let me explain further. You are the adopted daughter of a Lessthan. You cannot be seen interacting with a Morethan. It disrupts our social standing on the planet. Do you understand?”

“It’s your way of remaining snobs,” Atica tossed out with a roll of her eyes. “There’s something I don’t understand then. If the Grand Master knows about this social order, then why did he put a Morethan at my table? I am assuming that Ito is a Lessthan, correct?” Atica recalled that Ito’s skin was less coppery and his eyes a brilliant green.

“Yes, Ito is. And we are very upset with the Grand Master. For decades, he has tried to undermine the social order. He has it in his head that we Lessthans need to get out of our bubble, as he calls it, and socialize with the rest of the planet. What can you expect from a Morethan, though? He brazenly mixed up the children this year.”

“Let me see if I’ve gotten this right. Because I am an adopted child, even though I am not even of this world, I cannot fraternize with a Morethan. Even a female Morethan, because it would disrupt your social standings. By this logic, what does that even make me? I am not a Morethan or a Lessthan.”

Dal M nodded his head. “You have it all correct, childe. Unfortunately, you are a Nonthan, and we must keep you guarded from the Morethan at all cost. If your mind became filled with their global agenda, it could infect the Lessthan.”

Atica let out a deep sigh. “This is bigoted snobbery. What happens when we leave your charge and go off to Trade Schools? Surely this social order doesn’t remain intact.”

Mata G shook her head. “We start from birth with our offspring, instilling in them our ways and values. Our children do not go to trade school until they reach Entignastia. By then, reason has guided them for twelve years, and they will carry it forward into their lives away from us.”

“In other words, you’ve brainwashed them,” Atica said defiantly.

Dal M glared at her. “Call it what you will, childe, but this is our way of life. You don’t have to like it, but you do have to obey it.”

“What difference does a few days make though? You are sending me away before I even reach Entignastia. I’ll have no choice but to mingle with the Morethan then.”

“We know that,” Dal M began. “You’ve already influenced Elanta with your Andromedan ways. We cannot stop that, but we will not have you infect her with Morethan philosophy before you leave. She is still too impressionable, too naïve. You will not speak to her about what you and that Morethan discussed. Is that clear?” he concluded with another glare.

Atica lowered her eyes. She understood far too well now. Elanta was only eight. She still had four years of indoctrinating from the parents. They still had time to undo everything from Atica’s presence with the family, but only if Atica left now. This had less to do with their running feud between the Morethan and Lessthan and more to do about her being from another world with different values.

“It’s crystal clear,” she finally whispered, knowing that the word crystal would tell the parents just how well she understood.

“Good,” said Mata G with a bright smile on her face. “Now, let’s talk about trade schools.”

Dal M clapped his hands together. “Yes. Where does Atica want to go?”

Atica remembered the conversation she had with Ostare. She had to persuade the parents to send her to Astroengineering. “Anywhere but Astroengineering,” she pleaded.

“Why not there?” Mata G asked. “I’ve seen you tinkering with things. You would do well there.”

Atica shook her head. “My father was an astroengineer. I don’t think I could bear studying the same field that got him killed.”

“Nonsense,” Dal M said. “It wasn’t his field of study that got him and your mother killed, it was a raid ship. It might do you some good to study his field. Bring you closer to him. What did your mother do?”

“She was a terraformer.”

“Well, I think you should begin at Astroengineering and if after a few years of training, you still feel uncomfortable with it, we can send you to Terraforma. How does that sound?”

Atica pouted. “Do I have any other choice?”

Mata G smiled at her. “You always have choices, childe, but you have engineering in your blood. At least give it a try.”

“Fine. I’ll try,” Atica bellowed, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Good. It’s all settled then. I will contact the Astroengineering Authority in the morning. Go finish recharging now,” Dal M decided, a smug look upon his face.

Atica lowered her head and nodded. She got up and went back to her crystal box, grinning from ear to ear from her deception.

Andromeda Dreaming is a YA Science Fiction story. Young Atica has been marooned on an alien world, adopted by a family there. She longs for her parents who may or may not be alive, and Allura, her homewold in the Andromeda Galaxy. Will she ever see her parents again? Or will she have to accept a life on the foreign planet Marmooth where she fears she will never fit in?

Andromeda Dreaming ©2016-2017 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved. Permission must be granted to distribute or copy this serial (unless reblogging). Thank you.

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