Author: J.C. Whyte
Genre: Sci-Fi / Paranormal Mystery / Thriller
Pedro’s on a mission. But not your everyday, run-of-the-mill type mission. Because Pedro is dead.
That’s right. Dead.
Spirit guide Pedro normally busies himself with conveying messages from departed loved ones through a psychic named Gwen. But when he encounters a recently deceased teenager, the boy’s anguish just about breaks Pedro’s heart. So the spirit guide decides to try and help this boy. Yet meddling in the affairs of the living is a troublesome business, as Pedro soon discovers.
Nevertheless, he convinces Gwen to take an ocean voyage, and that’s when the trouble begins. Within days of leaving port, two passengers on the cruise ship fall into a mysterious coma. Gwen seeks Pedro’s help to restore these passengers, but natural as well as unnatural obstacles keep getting in the way. And by the time the ship docks in Honolulu, the still-living are flat out scrambling for their lives!
A playful blend of science fiction and the paranormal, The Color of Clouds offers a glimpse into the unseen world while taking the reader on an extraordinary ride. The adventure includes danger, mystery, humor, sweet romance and even a dash of thriller.
But the clouds are not what you think.
After marriage, kids, several more degrees and occupations (including stints as a travel agent and paralegal), J. C. entered law school. While there, she became a columnist for the school newsletter and later, one of her humorous articles was even published in The National Jurist.
Graduating and passing the Bar, J.C. realized within a few short years that creative writing was still what made her heart sing. So now, as a grandma, she has returned to where her life’s calling began, beginning in 2013 with publication of her children’s book Karmack and now in 2015 with her first novel for adults, The Color of Clouds.
Goodreads page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25256886-the-color-of-clouds
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“Can you hear me, Ernie?”
“I hear you, Sylvie. But I do not see you.” His own voice seemed different too. Yet Sylvie got the message.
“I’m here, Ernie. Come and get me.”
“Where, Sylvie? Where are you?”
“Don’t know—everything looks so different around here. What happened? Where’d we go? Ernie, I’m scared!”
As Sylvie said this, Ernst saw fiery sparks cutting through the fog just ahead of him. “I see sparks, Sylvie. Und lots of color. What has happened to the night?”
“Something musta happened, Ernie. Maybe an explosion. Oh God, the ship blew up. That’s why all these sparks. Hey, where the heck are you?”
“I see you now, Sylvie. Straight ahead. Walk toward me, straight ahead.”
“I only see sparks. But I’m walking, I think. Moving...straight ahead.”
Ernst moved forward too and Sylvie was soon right before him. Sylvie reached out a hand to touch him, but it passed right through. “Sylvie, your hand...it went through my chest.”
“Oh God, Ernie. We must be dead.”
“But how? We were just on our balcony...”
“That thing...that long, lighted thing...musta been some kind of...I dunno what. But we’re dead, Ernie. That’s the only explanation.”
Ernst took a good look around him. What he originally believed to be fog now resembled clouds, and they were everywhere. Some seemed to contain a mixture of colors while others appeared a solid shade. The clouds constantly shifted in size and shape as they oozed around and through the couple. It reminded Ernst of those globs inside of lava lamps.
He had to focus hard to see past all the clouds. Only when he held his mind steady, forcing it to see beyond them, did Ernst realize he and Sylvie were still on their own veranda.
“Sylvie, I see us. Our bodies are still in the deckchairs. Can you see?”
“Heck, I can barely see you.”
“Try concentrating. Force yourself to see...through all the clouds...”
Sylvie furrowed her brow to concentrate. Within a few seconds, she too could see what Ernst saw—two people in formalwear lying in deckchairs. “Will you look at that.”
“Ya, we look rather spooky, with our eyes open.”