Let me start by telling you a story. When I was about 12, maybe 13, my mother bought a book for me a a present. She recognized the author’s name, and while she knew he didn’t specifically write for children, it looked like an interesting fantasy story.

It was Maia, by Richard Adams. While a great book, reviewers on Goodreads have commented “This is the dirtiest book I’ve ever read.”

I enjoyed the story, the world building, politics and intrigue, but it certainly broadened my horizons, shall we say.

I write children’s fiction under my ‘regular’ name, and for the sake of keeping things tidy decided to use an alternate name when I branched out to other genres.

I’ve used Emma Gale for years now, and am as comfortable as Emma as Corie.

Under either name I love happy endings, science fiction, and am often found pinned into place by a menagerie of dogs and cats.

I love old movies – To Catch a Thief, Notorious, All About Eve — anything with Katherine Hepburn in it. Clever, elegant people doing clever, elegant things.

I’m a hopeless romantic.

And I love science fiction (yes, I’m still angry about Firefly).

So it makes perfect sense to me to try to merge all of those loves into a new science fiction world, where dashing heroes and lovely ladies have adventures, get into trouble, and find their true love in the stars!