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Discovery by Karina Fabian VBT
I’m delighted to be taking part in the Virtual Book Tour for Discovery by Karina Fabian (published by my publishing company and edited by my husband, James).
Discovery is now available on Kindle but will be available in paperback on October 1.
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Tag line: The truth is out there. The Truth is in you.
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Blurb: Sisters Ann, Tommie and Rita are part of a classified mission to explore an alien ship that has crash landed on an asteroid three billion miles from earth. Humanity’s first contact with beings from beyond the solar system is bound to unlock the mystery of life in the universe, but the crew have their own secrets; hidden fears, desires, horrible sins – and a mission to kill. Researchers discover something unique about the third arm of the ship: something wonderful, terrifying and…holy. This discovery challenges Rita and Ann to confront their own pasts in order to secure the safety of the mission and the very souls of the crew.
Keywords: Science fiction, SFF, alien contact, catholic science fiction, alien ships, space exploration, near future science fiction, Catholic science fiction
Info Link: http://karinafabian.com/DiscoveryRun
Buy Link: Discovery by Karina Fabian on Kindle
Categories: Science fiction/fantasy, Catholic science fiction
Excerpt:
For all her nightmares of earlier, the next shift on Discovery seemed to be going according to routine. Rita applied the cut-away compound in a smooth circle on the door of their next room. She had the toe of one boot anchored in the suction handle outside it; another handle was attached to the center. Over the headset, she heard the chatter of the teams as they went about their own assignments. Ian and Reg were in the engineering arm, hoping to find the engines themselves but so far reporting control room after control room. Chris and Sean had just finished exploring a supply room and were working on their second door. Thoren had cut a deal to get on the exploration team and was working with Merl in the control room to try to match some of the symbols and perhaps get some idea of what the instruments were for. In Engineering, Gordon and his teammate were doing the same. She and James had decided to start along the second level of the central sphere. So far, they’d found what looked like a meeting room and a broom closet.
We got the exciting section, Rita thought.
James watched her from where he floated, anchored by one of the many handholds in the hall. “You’re really good at that,” he said over their private line.
“Lots of practice. It helps that I’m not worrying about the injured people on the other side.”
A small snort, then silence. She imagined him shaking his head, but couldn’t turn to look. “What?”
“You. In space. Saving lives, working with explosives.”
“It’s not an explosive, really. More like an acidic compound. See? There are two stripes separated by a chemical barrier. I actually ‘ignite’ it by dissolving the barrier.”
“Do you hear yourself?”
Is that disbelief or admiration? Actually, I don’t want to know. “James, thanks for agreeing to make the pods off-limits for now.”
“It’s not a problem. Like I said, a find like this will take decades — lifetimes! — of study with teams of experts. We’re here to survey.”
“Ah, yes. To seek and record the broom closets.” The circle complete, she put the application gun away and pulled out a second tube with a needle. She programmed the activator voltage into its controls, then pressed the needle into the compound. She reported the action to Ann on the ET.
“You can learn a lot from a broom closet. Seriously, I’m having the time of my life. Do you know what kind of archeology I usually work? Sift through buckets of dirt looking for evidence of anything that might stop
some building from being constructed. The only time I’ve gotten to explore an intact site — well, relatively intact — was when Cole took me to Egypt as his pet archaeologist. And, I suppose, when he had me searching a sunken ship for evidence of his great-grandparents.”
The current raced along the barrier, creating a spitting, smoking trail as the two chemicals interacted. Slowly, the compound ate into the door, leaving a darkened circle.
James continued. “Never mind that this is an alien race. Do you have any idea how thrilling just finding an intact site is? We’re seeing it, just as they left it who knows how long ago? Broom closets or not, I’m excited to see what’s behind each door, and to see it first, with my own eyes.”
“Well, here’s your next chance. Edwina Taggert, this is Rita. We’re about to open our door.”
“Copy, Rita. Be very careful. It’s not a closet this time.”
Rita didn’t bother to ask how Ann knew that; she’d just say “hunch,” anyway in deference to Thoren listening to the mission channel. Ann did, however, whisper a Hail Mary. Rita knew she did that for every open door, a small ritual of the Rescue Sisters to pray for the souls in need behind it, but now she prayed for the explorers instead.
“Sean to everybody! Guess what! I think we just found the medical bay!”
“Still feeling excited about that broom closet?” she asked James with a tease in her voice.
“Oh, just open the door!”
The circle had stopped smoking. Bracing both feet against the wall, she took hold of the handle on the freed disk. She tugged, and the door moved, but it seemed to take longer than the others. “Rita to ET. I think you’re right, Ann. The door seems thicker than the others.”
“Copy, Rita.”
“See? Maybe not a broom closet this time,” James said.
The disk slid free, and Rita and James wrestled it to the hallway floor. He held it in place while she secured it.
As soon as she gave the clear, James all but bounded to the open door, although his drag line caught him before he could pull Rita by their safety line. She hurried to join him as he described the long, deep chamber.
“Obviously a storage room. We have lines and lines of small containers, twenty or thirty deep, in some kind of storage cabinets — transparent doors, obviously. ET, are you seeing this?”
“I have Rita’s feed on the main screen, James,” Ann said, her voice breathy with excitement. “And I’m relaying it to the biolab.”
“Okay.” Rita could tell from James’ voice he didn’t see the connection, but Ann’s words had made her heart skip. She played her own hunch. “ET, I’m going to extended spectrum.”
The room dimmed, then filled with symbols and designs. Unlike most of the ones they’d seen so far, however, these ones were readily identifiable as animals and plants, albeit as odd as the aliens themselves. Even better, each row had its own illustrations, clearly labels.
Is this why I saw rainbows? Rita wondered.
Kelley’s and Zabrina’s squeals of delight overrode hers.
“Two of every kind of bird, of every kind of animal and of every kind of creature that moves along the ground will come to you to be kept alive,” Ann whispered.
“What?” James asked, then he must have switched his visuals, because he, too, whistled. “I don’t believe it.”
“Rita to everyone. We found the ark!”
End of excerpt
Bio: Karina Fabian is an award-winning fantasy, science fiction, and horror author, whose books make people laugh, cry, and think. Check out her latest at http://fabianspace.com
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Remember to leave a comment before September 27th to enter to win a free copy of Infinite Space, Infinite God II!!
And do try to visit the other websites on the Virtual Book Tour!
September 20: Marina’s Musings
September 21: Spiritual Woman, Patrice F. MacArthur
September 21 Anne Faye
September 21 Palace of Twelve Pillars
September 22 Spellbound Scribbler
September 22 Catholic Fire, Jean Heimann
September 23 The Reclamation Society Podcast
September 23 Catholic Underground
September 24 Reflections of a Catholic Scientist
September 25 Fabian Space
September 26 My Scribbler’s Heart (Carolyn Astfalk)
September 26 Faith, Fiction and Love, No Matter What (Erin McCole Cupp)
September 27 Fabian Space
September 27 Our Hearts are Restless
September 28 Ann Frailey
September 29 Catholic Mom
September 29 Restless Independent
September 30 Sheila’s Reviews
October 1 Fabian Space
October 1 Facebook party: Livecasting, prizes and more
October 2 Catholic Writers Guild
October 3 Plot Line and Sinker, Interview
October 5 Books and Art, Dawn Witzke
October 6 Can We Cana, Karee Santos
October 10 The Right Geek
October 12 The Right Geek
October 13 Fabian Space
Happy Birthday to God’s Surprise Gift
Today is my youngest sister’s birthday. I’d like to share the following article I wrote entitled “God’s Surprise Gift” which was published in God Moments III: True Love Leads to Life, released in 2012 by Joseph Karl Publishing.
For several days after my mom shared the news, I remained shocked and surprised but very, very happy. My 47-year-old mother was going to have a baby!
One thing was certain: I had never seen my mom so joy-filled. She became a widow at age 44. A short time later, she met and married my stepfather. Although my stepfather had four daughters from his first marriage and my mother had four children from her marriage to my father, neither imagined there would be any children from their union.
The challenges became apparent as soon as she began to tell people. My mom’s obstetrician/gynecologist (the same doctor who delivered me 22 years previous) scowled when my mom asked for an “official” pregnancy test, explaining that she had taken an “at home” test and it was positive.
“You’re not thinking of having it, are you?”
“Of course I am.”
“You can’t have it! You have a one in ten risk of having a child with Down Syndrome, not to mention all the abnormalities that come with increased maternal age.”
“I want to have this baby.”
According to my mom, the doctor continued pressuring her — urging her — to have an abortion. However, my mom had always had a strong and stubborn personality. She didn’t back down nor did she acquiesce to his wishes.
Finally, she said, “I’m having this baby.”
The doctor replied, “Then you’ll have to find another doctor. I won’t be delivering it.”
When she arrived home, my mom was angry. She spent the next ten minutes yelling and pacing the floor. She was frustrated with the irony of the words “pro choice.” She wasn’t given any choice but to abort. She eventually found a Catholic pro-life doctor to deliver her baby. Since it had been 20 years since her last pregnancy, there were some concerns and challenges. However, this doctor took very good care of her.
Of course, her previous doctor wasn’t the only one who reacted negatively. Some friends and relatives thought my mother and stepfather were crazy to be happy about an “unplanned pregnancy.”
“This is obviously an accident,” one person commented. My mother’s response: “This isn’t an accident. It’s a surprise. Those are two different things.” Another person said, “It was obviously unplanned.” My mom would shake her head and say, “Not unplanned, just a surprise.”
The day came for my mom to deliver. It was a rainy Tuesday evening. My siblings and I waited outside the delivery room. Finally, we heard a baby crying. We were soon given the news that my mother had given birth to a baby girl. We were thrilled! We had a new baby sister to love, and my mom continued to call her “God’s surprise gift.”
Youngest sister is now the tallest of the sisters! copyright Ellen Gable Hrkach
“God’s surprise gift,” my youngest sister, is now 35 years old. She volunteered, then worked for years at a crisis pregnancy center and spent many Saturday mornings praying in front of abortion clinics. She now works as a director of religious education at a parish in New Jersey.
My mother passed away in 2007. However, our entire family remains grateful that she and my stepfather chose life for my sister. I can’t imagine the world — and life — without her.
Photo and Text copyright 2016 Ellen Gable Hrkach
Like Arrows in the Hand of a Warrior (Or How Full Quiver Publishing Got Its Name)
“Children too are a gift from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children born of one’s youth.
Blessed are they whose quivers are full.
They will never be shamed
contending with foes at the gate.
Blessed is the man who has filled his desire from these things…” Psalm 127 3:5
So how many arrows make a full quiver?
The answer is that it depends on the quiver…and the size of the arrows.
Our publishing company’s name is Full Quiver Publishing.
We now have 14 books (most published by other authors) and four books coming in the next year.
Often, people assume that we are part of the “Quiverfull” Movement. At Wikipedia, Quiverfull is described as: “a movement among conservative evangelical Christian couples… it promotes procreation, and sees children as a blessing from God eschewing all forms of birth control, including natural family planning and sterilization. Adherents are known as “quiver full”, “full quiver”, “quiverfull-minded”, or simply “QF” Christians. Some refer to the Quiverfull position as Providentialism…”
An internet search of the words “Full Quiver” shows our website on the first page, along with a majority of websites and blogs devoted to the Quiverfull Movement.
I admire couples who follow this ideology, especially in this day and age when the majority of married couples are using artificial contraception or becoming sterilized.
However, we are not part of the Quiverfull Movement. Instead, we proudly use and teach Natural Family Planning to plan, space and limit births. When we are teaching NFP, we always encourage generosity and always stress there should be serious need to avoid pregnancy. We agree with the Church’s teachings on the Theology of the Body and are well-versed in the two encyclicals Humanae Vitae and Familiaris Consortio. Our publishing company publishes fiction and non-fiction that promotes the Church’s teachings on sex and marriage.
So why the name?
Years ago, I listened to a talk by Kimberly Hahn, in which she quoted the Scripture passage above and talked about the great gift of children and why generosity was so important. She later stated this concept in her book, Life-Giving Love: Embracing God’s Beautiful Design for Marriage: “We are in a spiritual battle, and our children are our arrows: How many arrows do you want in your quiver when you go into battle?”
This talk made a deep impression on me. So when we were forming our publishing company, after discussing different names, this is one that we felt God calling us to use: “Full Quiver Publishing.” It never dawned on us that we would be confused with the Quiverfull folks and that, occasionally, we would receive an email or a call from someone in the Quiverfull movement.
Back to the number: most quivers hold about 12 arrows. My husband and I have lost seven babies through miscarriage and are raising five sons: we thank God for our “full quiver.”
Copyright 2013 Ellen Gable Hrkach
An Open Book #openbook
I’m joining with Carolyn Astfalk and Catholic Mom for An Open Book. Here’s what I’ve been reading.
This is a book I’ve been meaning to read for quite some time. G.K. Chesterton (1874 – 1936) was an English author who wrote on a variety of subjects such as mysteries, philosophy, religion and biographies. Chesterton is best known for the Father Brown mystery stories, as well as Orthodoxy, which is seen as the intellectual quest of a spiritually curious person. Orthodoxy is considered a classic for Christian apologetics.
The Daughters of Jim Farrell by Sylvia Bambola
I look forward to reading this one! Pennsylvania 1873: When, in the harsh world of Pennsylvania coal country, Jim Farrell is hanged for murder, his wife and three daughters must turn their beautiful home into a boarding house in order to survive. But struggling beneath the shadow of shame becomes too much for eldest daughter, Kate. She resolves to clear her father’s name in spite of her mother’s admonition to “let it go,” and convinces her sisters to help. All too soon their dangerous quest rips the family apart. Will it also cost them the men they love?
Bambola is also the author of Tears in a Bottle, a very moving pro-life novel.
Falling for Your Madness by Katharine Grubb
My review: Only .99 on Kindle! Entertaining and made the time fly. Hard to put down. I normally read 50-75 novels a year and most of them I read and forget. This one has stayed with me. Quirky romantic hero, well-defined characters and a great story. There were a few typos and other grammatical issues, but easy to overlook when the story is so good. Highly recommend!
Transitions: Stories of How to Help Mom and Dad With Their Stuff
by Jean Long Manteufel
My review: Transitions: Stories of How to Help Mom and Dad With Their Stuff is exactly what the title suggests: an extremely helpful resource for seniors making the transition from independent living/house living to community living. Just how does one go through 50 odd years of precious memories? This book, which is a compilation of columns the author has written, is an excellent guide to assist seniors and their adult children through the downsizing and transition period. Highly recommend!
Last, but certainly not least, are the two books that FQP has been working on these past several months.
Available for Pre-Order on Kindle
Sisters Ann, Tommie and Rita are part of a classified mission to explore an alien ship that has crash landed on an asteroid three billion miles from earth. Humanity’s first contact with beings from beyond the solar system is bound to unlock the mystery of life in the universe, but the crew have their own secrets; hidden fears, desires, horrible sins – and a mission to kill. Researchers discover something unique about the third arm of the ship: something wonderful, something terrifying. Something holy. This discovery challenges Rita and Ann to confront their own pasts in order to secure the safety of the mission and the very souls of the crew.
“…a suspenseful space adventure with deep roots that extend to questions about life, death, faith, and purpose.”
Tom Doran, fantasy author of Toward the Gleam (Ignatius Press)
Image and Likeness: Literary Reflections on the Theology of the Body
edited by Erin McCole Cupp and Ellen Gable
Available on October 22, 2016 (Feast of St. John Paul II)
If St. John Paul II ever summarized his Theology of the Body, it may have been when he said, “Man cannot fully find himself except through a sincere gift of himself.” But how does this sincere gift look when lived out by human beings with all their failings? What happens to our humanity when we withhold that sincere gift? What does life require of us when we give most deeply?
Full Quiver Publishing brings you this moving collection of poetry and prose, featuring some of today’s brightest Catholic literary voices, including award-winning authors Dena Hunt, Arthur Powers, Michelle Buckman, Leslie Lynch, Theresa Linden, and many more. By turns edgy and sweet, gritty and deft, but always courageous and honest, the works contained in Image and Likeness explore countless facets of human love—and human failure. Readers of Image and Likeness will experience in a variety of ways how humanity, in flesh as well as spirit, lives out the image and likeness of a God who created human intimacy to bring forth both our future and to illustrate our ultimate meaning as human persons.
With a Foreword by international Theology of the Body voice Damon Owen, Image and Likeness puts life and breath into St. John Paul II’s Theology of the Body in ways that readers won’t soon forget.
Wedding Humor
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Promotion…or the Strangest Place I’ve Ever Sold A Book
Since a self-published author doesn’t have a publisher to help with promotion, it’s important to take every opportunity to promote oneself. Keep copies of your books in your car, always have business cards or bookmarks in your purse or wallet and…don’t be afraid to talk about your books.
I’ve sold books to the insurance man, the animal control officer, at family functions and churches. I’ve sold books to people on the beach and at the grocery story.
But, by far, the strangest place I’ve ever sold one of my books was at a local club/bar.
Now, I never go to bars or clubs, but on this particular night, my husband was performing with his jazz fusion band. During one song, he actually plays two different guitars. My husband is a very talented guitarist (see video).
That night, as I watched my husband perform, I noticed a tall fellow swaying to the music and staring at my husband. When the song finished, the band took a break. The tall man ran off in the direction of the stage. I followed close behind. The tall man spoke to my husband with the adulation of an adoring fan.
“Man, you’re the best guitarist I’ve ever seen! The way you play those two guitars…it’s just incredible! You’re better than Mick Jagger,” and he went on to list three or four other famous guitarists.
Now, my husband has enough humility for both of us. So he didn’t respond to the praise. Instead he looked my way and said, “This is my wife, Ellie.” My husband’s newest fan turned to me.“Your husband is the most incredibly talented guitarist I’ve ever seen or heard.”
“Isn’t he amazing?” was my response.
“He sure is.” We chatted for a few moments, then, out of the blue he said, “He’s so good, you should write a book about him.”
I burst out laughing. “Well, actually, I have written a book. It’s a novel called Emily’s Hope and it is loosely based on my life…and my husband is a major character in the book.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Do you have any copies with you?” (Self-published authors should always be prepared.) So I responded, “Of course.”
Admittedly, this 40-year-old tipsy man probably was not the target audience for my first novel. And…my husband felt I took advantage of a fellow who was drinking, and perhaps I did. But, well…a sale is a sale.
Humor aside, I’ve often wondered about this fellow who walked into the bar to have a good time and walked out with my novel in his hands. I hope he’s doing well.
(Re-edited) Copyright 2016 Ellen Gable Hrkach
