The first humans to set foot on Mars, and yet, for the crew of the Phoenix VII, this was insignificant compared to their true mission: to search the Gorgon crater for alien life. NASA had discovered what they believed to be a hotbed for bacteria and now they could settle the debate once and for all. Not knowing what to expect the crew had only their data to guide them and notions of what extraterrestrial organisms might look like. But will they manage to succeed when the unpredictability of the universe sets in?
NEW AUTHOR
STEVEN WEBB
Born in Chandler, Arizona in 1989. He grew up in Phoenix where his imagination flourished while reading indoors to escape the long hot summers. His love of animals then took him to Colorado where he studied animal biology at Colorado State University all with the dream of one day becoming a Veterinarian. It was at this school that he first envisioned the concept for this book. He fell in love with the state and all of its beauty, making it hard for him to leave. Realizing that moving back home was the change he needed, he packed up and move into an apartment with his dog, Lunette. Being able to live on his own and the change of scenery inspired him to finally set to work on his first book when he wasn’t busy helping foster group home children through his job at OCJ Kids.
We know there are species that can survive the cold emptiness of space. We have studied animals and microorganisms thriving around thermal vents at the bottom of the ocean and bacteria living amongst the clouds. Yet for all our efforts only one planet has been found to support the complexities of life.
- Avernus
MY BLOG
Schizophrenic Mind Part 2
Click. The sound was so satisfying. It ment security. Steven turned and faced the empty house. The barking of two chihuahuas, and one squawking bird. Welcomed him home. It would be at least an hour until his sister came home, and for his parents it was most likely three. These numbers mattered. It was all Routine. With the 20 pounds on his back, and a twenty pound saxophone in his right hand he lumbered down the dark hall. Two doors open.
“What are you doing?” the words were a whisper. Nearly inaudible, but nonetheless there.
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