Colleen Houck

The prologue was scaled down quite a bit from what it was originally. Here is the uncut version. Prologue         Space and Time   Together they spun in the whirlwind of time.  Seconds passed.  Eons passed.  And they had no more control of the places they touched than they did of their own bodies.  Molecules shifted and stirred.  They were molded, shaped into something resembling human, then just as quickly their cores were ripped asunder and they floated like cosmic dust, unable to maintain thought long enough to wonder what had become of them. Then, a light pierced the darkness.  The …

Tiger’s Destiny Alternate Ending #2 This ending shares basically the same information that the book has but I really liked showing an older version of Ren and Kelsey. This was something we went back and forth on for quite some time in the editing process. This was the second ending I tried out. The third one is the one that was actually printed in the book. The old man stood outside the door of a beautiful home built into the mountainside and closed his eyes for a moment enjoying the smell of pine and rain. He loved Oregon and would …

Tiger’s Destiny Study Guide   1)      The opening poem Rising Phoenix is about a phoenix. Or is it? What else or who else could it symbolize? Discuss.   2)      Mr. Kadam and Nilima disappear at the end of Tiger’s Voyage. Where did they go? And, more importantly, how did this journey affect Mr. Kadam? If he hadn’t wiped her memory of it, how would it have affected Nilima? Did he make the right decision to keep it from her?   3)      Did Kelsey handle being Lokesh’s prisoner in a smart way? What might she have done differently and would the …

Rising Generation   Wearily, I rubbed my eyes and fluffed the pillow behind my head.  I heard Ren’s warm voice as he crooned to our newborn son in the next room.  He was speaking to him softly in Hindi and though I still hadn’t mastered the language, I recognized the name Ren called our son—mera raja beta—which meant, my son the prince. I smiled and closed my eyes as I listened to him.  The baby loved to hear Ren’s voice as much as I did and always watched his father with wide eyes when he read stories or poems. Ren …