way of enjoying a normal life. He remembers—every life he’s lived
biggest burden any has ever had to bear. He is beginning again—as
an ageless adult trapped in an infant body.
filled with extraordinary challenges as they strive to protect,
nurture, and hide how truly different he is. But Tres alone must
solve the greatest mystery of all: who is he? The answer is linked to
the one question he’s too afraid to ask: why am I?
is considerably more interconnected and dynamic than he could ever
imagine—and fraught with far more danger. He cannot hide from the
unseen threat stalking him since his birth.
in peril. And Tres is the only one aware.
an award-winning author of stories large and small for all.
Born in the American Midwest and raised all over the world, she is
inherently an explorer, duly fascinated by everything around her and
excitedly noting the stories that abound all around. As an avid
reader of all genres, she weaves her own stories among them all. She
has a predilection for writing speculative fiction and story twists
and surprises she can’t even predict herself.
lived in or explored all 50 states of the union, over 36 countries,
and all but one continent; she lost count after moving 30-some times
before the age of 20. She’s intentionally jumped out of
airplanes and off the highest bungee jump in New Zealand, scuba dived
unintentionally with sharks, designed websites, intranets, and
technical manuals, bartered with indigenous Panamanians, welded
automobile frames, observed at the Bujinkan Hombu Dojo in Noba,
Japan, and masterminded prosperous internet businesses—to name a
few adventures. She earned a Bachelor of Arts degree that life has
never required, and at age 28, she sold everything she owned and quit
corporate life—and her final “job”—to freelance and travel
the world as she always dreamed of. And she’s never looked back.
her native English, Avery speaks a bit of Japanese and a bit more
Spanish, her accent is an ever-evolving mixture of Midwestern
American with notes of the Deep South and indiscriminate British
vocabulary and rhythm, and she says “eh”—like the Kiwis, not
the Canadians. She currently lives near Los Angeles with her husband,
British film director Devon Avery, and their three adopted children:
Becks, Sam, and Lia. She writes from wherever her curiosity takes
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The mental images, the overpowering memories, finally faded. Only an ominous stillness remained.
Every cell within him began to twitch, infusing with energy—even as he felt immobile. Every joint, tendon, and bone ached under the pressure of being alive.
A deep sadness engulfed him. He pondered possible reasons. And, just as quickly, he was distracted by the presence of his own simple thoughts.
Thoughts. He realized his own thinking.
This mind—certain of its own newness—desired to explore, feel, do, be. Tres opened his eyes—tried to open his eyes. He found his eyelids fused shut.
He opened his mouth. Thick, warm syrup seeped inside his swallow. Intense fear washed over him, even as he knew exactly where—and how—he was.
Tres was aware, more aware than any had ever been. In this moment, he knew everything—and yet, nothing.
He was beginning again.
What makes a good story?
There are so many elements that make a story the kind that sticks with your or you’d want to share with everyone else you know. And every story that ever existed is different for every single person who reads it. But I think the best stories are those that make you feel, whatever that feeling is. They move you in some way, whether they make you laugh or get angry, insight a new curiosity or make you in awe of the world and people around you. The best stories kind of provoke you somehow, change you the tiniest little bit, and make you see life in a new way.
What do you do to unwind and relax?
There’s nothing like curling up with a good story at the end of the day and slipping into some other world. It’s like traveling out of your own life and stepping into something much larger. But I also love to watch what’s happening outside my own window, in nature. It’s very relaxing to really notice what else is going on all around you and despite you. Maybe it’s a wonderful reminder that the world/life is bigger than you and your own problems are actually really, really small. I learn something new every time I pause to look out the window and see what’s happening with all the little critters out there. If I didn’t bother to pay attention, I would’ve never noticed the little wren, for example, that hops around the back patio, looking for food, on only one leg. He only has one leg and one foot, but he manages just fine, even if he has to rest on his little round belly now and again. I’ve never seen a one-legged bird before, and I never would’ve known he’d be living life in the wild just fine, as if he was just like all the other little wrens and wasn’t missing anything at all.