Series: True Calling #3
Published by Siobhan Davis on August 30th 2015
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EVERY CHOICE HAS A CONSEQUENCE
The final book in the captivating True Calling series.
Once again, the world is on the brink of momentous change. As revolutionary organization Saoirse prepares to battle the government for control of Earth and Novo, Ariana and those she loves must join humanity’s fight for justice and freedom.
As haunted memories resurface, old discoveries and new realities conspire to shatter her world forever.
Torn in one direction by her unique connection to childhood sweetheart Zane, and pulled in the other by a relentless passion for her fiery fiancé Cal, she must make the hardest decision of all. While embarking on a road to self-discovery, her psychic gift evolves and the full extent of her powerful ability is revealed.
Then fate lands another savage blow and she faces the most horrific choice of all. Forced into striking a deal with the enemy, she must make the ultimate personal sacrifice or risk everything she holds dear.
When destiny finally rears its head, what will the future hold?
Interview With Siobhan Davis
1. Did you always know that you wanted to write a Sci-Fi book?
No! When I first started writing fiction, in my early thirties, I wrote lots of chicklit/romance, and I secretly harbored an ambition to write crime/thrillers. Mostly because those were the genre’s I was reading back then. Around this time, I started working for an Irish-owned IT company and my interest in technology piqued. Then I got sucked into the YA genre, and I’ve read lots of dystopian science fiction and for me, and my writing, it was organic from that point. I’ve always loved sci-fi movies and TV series, and I am a massive Star Wars fan, so it feels most natural for me to write science fiction now. Though it has to be said, I am not into reading or writing hardcore sci-fi, and I veer more towards soft science fiction.
2. Would you always write about this genre? If not, what other genres are you looking to get into?
Primarily I am focused on writing in the YA genre at the moment, though most of my WIP’s are science-fiction or fantasy related. However, I also have an idea for a historical fiction novel and a contemporary YA romance. Moreover, I still harbor notions, at some point, of writing crime.
3. What exactly about Science Fiction do you like?
I love imagining what the futuristic world will be like, and trying to second guess how technological and medical advancements will shape the culture and society of the future.
I consequently enjoy delving into the emotional aspect of change, and how future advancements will impact human relationships and emotional connections. That’s equally as fascinating to me as the more scientific elements. The universe is vast, and so much is still unknown and unexplored and as a writer, that opens up limitless creative opportunities.
I am particularly enamored with stories that are set in space and aliens. I think it all stems back to my early childhood obsession with the Star Wars series, and I am also quite partial to Star Trek and Dr. Who. To think that commercial space-travel will be realized during my life-time is truly incredible.
4. What’s your favorite Sci-Fi book?
Can I pick two, if that is not a cop-out?
A Brave New World by Aldous Huxley is up there at the top of my list of classics. Written in 1931 it describes a frightening vision of the future, and I think Mr. Huxley was ahead of his time in his thinking, and analysis. It has been many years since I’ve read it, but it made a lasting impression on me.
My second favorite is The Hunger Games series. These books just blew me away.
5. Sci-Fi movie?
No contest here – it is Star Wars all the way. I’ve passed my obsession along to my children, and only recently re-watched all six movies with my youngest son. I never, ever tire of watching them. George Lucas is a genius. I was ecstatic to discover that there’s a new movie in the pipeline, and it was thrilling to realize that they filmed some of it in Ireland recently. I can’t wait until it’s released in December.
6. Sci-Fi character?
I know this is predictable, given my penchant for Star Wars, but it has to be Princess Leia. She is the original, intelligent, kick-ass female sci-fi protagonist, and she definitely lit the path for others to follow.
7. Would you want your kids to love Sci-Fi?
Yes, and they do, which I love ? It is something we can share, and enjoy, together. It’s particularly important to me considering I fail miserably when it comes to sharing in their passion for all things football related!
8. So lastly, what’s your message to all sci-fi lovers out there?
I love receiving recommendations for good sci-fi books and movies, so reach out to me with your suggestions. Also, if you’ve read my YA sci-fi romance novel True Calling, let me know your thoughts.
I don’t think I even like me anymore, so how on earth can I expect him to if he finds out? Though the temptation to share the burden is riding me hard, I can’t risk losing Cal again. “I remember some stuff, but it’s not what you think. It’s just the enormity of everything and where I am. I had such plans for my life, you know? None of this was on my agenda.” I shake my head and bite down on my lip. Risking a peek at him, I note his narrowed eyes and taut jawline. Jeez, I’m such an idiot. I can’t seem to stop putting my foot in it.
“I’m not explaining properly,” I say, wrapping my arm across his shoulders. “I want to be with you, but all the other stuff … it’s overwhelming. And it’s as if it’s just hit me, like an out-of-control juggernaut.”
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He twists a lock of my hair around his finger.
He doesn’t believe me.
“Of course. And I would if there was anything to tell. I’m just trying to get my head around everything.” I hate lying again because I’ve promised him that there will be no more secrets between us.
But I can’t tell him this.
I can’t. I won’t.
I don’t want to see the look in his eyes when he realizes I’m not the person he thinks I am. I always thought I was a good person, but now? Now, I’m not so sure.
My eyes dart to the glass again. “I wish I was a fish,” I blurt out.
Cal almost chokes on his laugh. “What?”
“Look at them,” I say, motioning with my hand. “They look content, right?”
“Okaaaay. I’ll play along.” He arches a brow.
My eyes stare transfixed out the window. “Life must be so simple, just swimming along without a care in the world. And if they succumb to a predator, it would be fast. Two seconds of realization and then poof, over and out. No politics, no suffering, no impending war. No …” I clamp my mouth shut in time, the word ‘baby’ lying unspoken on my tongue.
If Cal notices, he doesn’t let on. “Hhmm,” he says, his finger trailing a path down the side of my face. My skin tingles in every place where he touches me and I shudder. He smiles knowingly. “How do you know fish aren’t plagued with worries and concerns? That they don’t think and feel the same way we do?” His lips tug up at the corners.
“Oh please! What do they have to worry about? Corrupt governments? Fake rebel movements? A deranged bitch with some kind of personal vendetta?”
He frowns, his finger momentarily stalling on my cheek. “If you were a fish, which one would you be?”
I’m caught off guard by the blatant diversion, but I decide to go with the flow.
Anything to avoid a further convo about my recalled memories.
I check out the current batch of beauties floating by the glass. “That one,” I say, pointing to a rather dainty looking cerise pink fish with a peachy snout. “That one’s pretty, right?”
“Yeah, but pretty doesn’t do you justice.” He sits up straighter and leans toward the glass. “You’d be that one,” he says, pointing to a larger purple-colored fish, with vibrant orange fringing and blue-gold veins curling around its fins. The fish swims to the glass and looks in at us, almost as if it knows we are pointing it out. Its golden speckled snout has a decidedly elegant appearance, an almost regal presence.
His choice is infinitely better than mine.
“You still haven’t taken those rose-tinted glasses off, have you?” I peer closely at him. “In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you’ve upgraded to double glazing.” I grin. Goofing around helps enormously. I haven’t thought of the hideous memory for the last five minutes, although I’m thinking about it now.
I sigh loudly.
Cal looks at me pensively. “I love you,” he says out of nowhere, pressing his lips briefly to mine.
“I love you too.” Wrapping my other arm around him, I cling to him and inhale the familiar fresh scent that always reminds me of a crisp, spring day in the woods back home in Connecticut. His hand tangles through my hair as my cheek rests on his shoulder. I could quite happily just sit here forever.
Everything feels right when I’m with him like this.