Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space

My first published book. There are 7 books in this series.

Prologue:

How does a family cope with making a life-changing decision?  We have all had to make them at least once in our lives.  Does the family become closer or drift apart?  

This fictional story allows you to peek inside the lives of one family of four.  They make the decision not many families have ever had or ever will have to make.  They agreed to leave the comfort of their home, families, and Earth to journey to another planet many light-years away. 

The whole family makes the journey together.  However, this story is mainly about pre-teens, Ruby, Nolan, Bonnie, Shamus, and Dr. Allen (who is not a pre-teen), but can’t seem to stay out of trouble.  

Ruby and Nolan climb the hill by their home to check on the Solar Panels and find two of them mangled and broken beyond repair.  Checking, they discover a beautifully colored rock and decide it would be a great science project.  They slide it down the hill with a little difficulty and hide it in the wood box in their hide-out.

What could go wrong?  They are just going to study it, right?

This works quite well until the rock starts growing, and they realize it can’t be a rock; it’s an egg.

Yikes, it’s hatching!

Nolan is hoping for a pony, even though he knows ponies do not hatch from eggs.  Ruby thought it might be a chicken, but she is a little concerned about its size.  What could go wrong? After all, it is an egg; whatever is inside will be a harmless baby?  Won’t it?

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Chapter 1  The adventure begins  

“Come on, Ruby, hurry up.”  Nolan cried.

Frowning, she quickly turned from the sink; the front of her wet apron was covered with soap bubbles that were falling to the floor.  “Keep your britches on, Nolan; you know our chores have to be done before we can leave.”

Ruby was tall for her age, a little over 4 feet, big blue eyes, and wavy brown hair falling nearly to her waist.  She was on her way to becoming a beautiful woman, way too soon for her parents, especially for her Daddy Ty’s comfort.

“Okay, okay, what can I do to help?” He asked, a little-exasperated standing there trying not to look impatient but losing that battle. 

Nolan was not as tall as Ruby but growing fast enough to overtake her in a year or less.  Standing with his hands on his hips, his blue eyes sparkling over an impish grin under a shock of curly light brown hair. 

“Why don’t you go and get our backpacks, swords, and sheaths?  I am nearly finished with the dishes and will pack a lunch for us so we won’t have to come home until dinner time”. 

He hurried to get everything Ruby asked for as she finished the Breakfast dishes and prepared sandwiches, water, and treats.  Their parents, Ty and Robin, were away helping a neighbor; they were the New Seattle settlement’s unofficial leaders. 

Other Books: by Brenda Colbath

Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space Book 1: Science Project  

Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space Book2: Dragon Flight

Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space Book 3: The Keep

Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space Book 4: The “Others,”

Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space Book 5: Wormhole 

Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space Book 6: Merpeople

Book 7 will be published soon

My latest children’s book

Sleep Travelers Book 1: The story of Ning, Dog, and Boss

Sleep Travelers Book 2: The Amusement Park

Murder on Lake Haverly

Immortal Enemies

The End of the Road

Spirited One

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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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