Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventure in Space Book 2

Oh! Oh!  The kid’s punishment is enough to keep them on the straight and narrow. Not!

The Weller Family; Ty, Robin, Ruby and Nolan committed to being part of an exploration and settlement of a newly discovered planet in another Solar system 6 light years from Earth.

Ruby and Nolan agreed to go but wanted to bring “Uncle Dawnzereli,” their dog Pebbles, and they wanted ponies.  Unfortunately, Uncle Dawnzereli and the ponies could not come.

While inspecting the Solar Panels on the hill above their home, Ruby and Nolan discover a pretty “rock.”  They were surprised to find out that their science project is not a rock at all, but an egg.

Yikes! It hatches and the baby Dragon that they help out of his shell, bonds with them; they name him Donzereli after their Uncle Dawnzereli.  They love the strong, wonderful friend that they think of as an aunt, even though they call her Uncle Dawnzereli since the first met.

Ty and Robin are very disappointed (this is an understatement) that the kids kept this secret from them.  They were excited to meet the “baby” Dragon, but meeting his parents, not so much.  Eventually, the settlers accepted that there were real live Dragons on their planet.

Telling their parents they were going on a picnic, our adventurous kids, with their best friends met Donzereli close to their house.  They only planned on a day trip flying to the mountain to see Donzereli’s “Keep.”  Just as they were ready to mount their dragons out stepped Dr. Allen and hitched a ride with them.  They couldn’t refuse, because he might tell their parents!

Are we up to speed now?R and N cover Book 2

Published by Time Traveler of Life

Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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