Welcome to Sunday Blog Share. Today, we’re continuing a look back at previous Canoples Investigations books, in preparation for the most recent release in this series. The team is taking on more difficult cases and growing up. Yet, there are other teens in the galaxy with the same reasons as BD, Cassie, Carl, and Terry who are just as interested in becoming space investigators.
Welcome onboard Corina, LaTisha, and Kathe—three teens on a journey through space to find a new home. Their families stayed behind on Earth, despite the dangerous pollution, because they didn’t believe in space travel. These girls understood they were going to another planet, where their lives would be much better, until Believers decided to destroy their convoy.
Corina is their leader and much like BD, she doesn’t believe her parents perished in the destruction of Mother Ship. But no one believes her. She discovers a way that might give her the help she needs and reaches out…
Mother Ship destroyed. Innumerable losses. A mysterious invitation. Problems at every turn. And the threat of returning violence.
Corina Amberchuck refuses to believe her parents are responsible for the loss of Mother Ship. When no one will help her prove that she’s right, she reaches out on a memorized band width, connecting with the infamous BD Bradford for help.
We left Earth long after the evacuation. No one would come ever again to save those left on the severely polluted planet. The original departure had happened so long ago that I had not yet been born, even though Believers tried to make all of us think that it was only a decade earlier.
Eleven years have passed since the day Mother Ship and her escorts escaped Earth. I am now sixteen, ready to step up for my training, but still a year or so exists before I can do that. All that is my responsibility these days is to do the best job possible furnishing sustenance for those who live on the ships, and keep an eye out for Believers.
Those on these ships with me were once Believers. My parents were actually leaders with that group—citizens of Earth who thought the governments were wrong about abandoning the planet, wrong about vaccinations, wrong about everything. Turns out those who stayed behind were the ones that had the wrong idea, and most of us paid a heavy price.
My name is Corina. I am not now nor have I ever been a Believer, even though most on this ship and every other craft in our flotilla think that. Even my parents imagine that I followed the same strictures and edicts that they did.
About K.C. Sprayberry
Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.
She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Those who know her best will tell you that nothing is safe or sacred when she is observing real life. In fact, she considers any situation she witnesses as fair game when plotting a new story.