BUT SOLSTICE IS NOT ALONE ON HER ADVENTURES!
Solstice Dayton and her friends are just trying to survive a fire-scorched wasteland, flex their emerging superhuman gifts, and not get eaten by zombie-like dazers while aliens wreck the planet. Time to rise from the ash and become legends, before they get flattened by shadow, flame, and whatever fresh nightmare the universe has queued up next. Casual teen stuff, really.
Solstice Dayton and the Elementals take their superpowers on a little galaxy-wide road trip to master an alternate reality, only to discover their enemies have gotten even worse. So rude. The teens need to conquer the slipstream, or they risk getting swallowed by the universe’s bad attitude. Warning: the apocalypse has spread to the stars, and not everyone cares.
Solstice Dayton saves the galaxy, is banished to another realm, and discovers that the only way home is through a portal in her epileptic brain. Because apparently reality had one more weird twist to throw at her. Her choices are to find her way home through space-time, fade out in the void like a very tragic star, or die un-messing up everything again. Ugh.
Solstice Dayton escapes the sewers and crosses the post-apocalyptic wasteland in search of freedom, only to find the American West has been taken over by savage gangs with really bad hygiene. Her friends are back, but they don’t remember squat after the fire, including their names. Wait. What? The Earth burned again? It’s a good thing the dog finally talks in this one.
Solstice Dayton starts over in Key West after escaping a psychiatric ward, but now she’s got a ruthless anthropologist leading modern-day pirates who stand in the way of finding her family and happiness. The universe is committed to being unhelpful on her quest to fix the world, save her friends, get the boy, and become a star. For reals. Don’t worry, She’s Alt That.
SOLSTICE
Space-time is what you perceive it to be.
Only what you perceive to be real has a quantifiable value.
For both to be true, the opposite cannot be.
Or the universe would cease to exist.
And in the nothing between the something, anything can be.
Because that is where balance can be found perfectly.
Chris Ledoux writes about worlds destroyed in an instant and the wreckage left behind. He’s an engineer-turned-landscaper whose life was derailed by a reckless driver. He walked away with a broken back and a seizure disorder, and then, because apparently disaster couldn’t keep him down, found a new calling as a writer.
He’s hiked through half of America’s national parks, collecting stories from the plains, pines, peaks, and ponds, like a guy stockpiling inspiration during his recovery. Grit, humor, and high-stakes journeys run through his young adult dystopian apocalyptic fantasy novels, where surviving the end of the world as you know it is just another Tuesday. He also creates 3D animation and award-winning screenplays, because with hypergraphia, one creative lane is never enough.
If you’re into irreverent science fiction that blends multiple genres, welcome to his universe.
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