In WANDERING STAR, seventeen-year-old Evee Ciboure has given
up everything for a mission she couldn't care less about. Evee’s been chosen as
Earth’s first goodwill ambassador to another planet, which means she’s saying
good-bye to her home, language, and Charlie, the only boy she’s ever kissed. It
doesn't help that her only companion on this trip is her ambitious mother, a
woman who excels at two things: discovering interstellar life and ignoring her
Evee expects to spend the next decade faking smiles for the
camera while her mother gets lost in work, but the day their ship is scheduled
to land, a bomb rips through the bridge, and Evee is kidnapped.
As Evee fights her way back to her mother, she gains an ally
in Rem, a handsome and human-looking space pirate who doesn't mind bending a
few laws to give Evee a hand. Rem’s charm sets Evee at ease, but when she
discovers a king's ransom on her head and a score of hunters on her trail, she
begins to doubt her new friend's intentions.
Unsure of whom to trust, Evee mines her past for answers and
uncovers the greatest threat to the galaxy's survival: a code locked inside her
own genes. Before her pursuers close in, Evee has to figure out the truth of
what she is and decide who's out to save her--and who wants to stop her.
A blue dot. I press my finger up to the glass and when I
pull it away, the dot is in the center of my print, a faded blue freckle.
Earth. Everyone I've ever known or cared about or hated, there on a
rapidly-shrinking point of light. I hold my gaze, focusing on the light even as
my vision blurs. If I close my eyes, I
think, it'll disappear, and then what am
I supposed to do? I hold the image until my eyes burn, I blink, and it's
gone, vanished or indistinguishable from the million other specks that surround
me, and that’s when I know, I’ve made a mistake.
Adrenaline thrums through my veins, prickling my skin. I close
my eyes, hold my breath, count to one hundred, but when I open my eyes again
and stare out the window into black nothingness, panic floods me, fast and
heavy, and I want to claw my way through the glass and kick out through space,
back to my home.
My breath fogs the window as I let my air out in a
rush, and I lean my sticky, sweating face against the cool glass, feeling the
ship’s vibrations shake through to my brain. I breathe in and out, heaving
gulps of breath, and I pull my knees close against my chest. I’m curled up like
a baby against the circular window, almost inside the window, which sticks out
from the side of the ship like a great glass fishbowl.