Which brings us to present day, about a decade later. My son is eighteen and working toward a degree in environmental science, and then environmental engineering, so he can save the planet and stuff. He adores outer space, and actually seemed impressed (as much as teenagers can be impressed with anything) when I told him of this initiative. I still love horses and have my own very smart and very mischievous horse Maximus who likes to jump a little and star in films and not so much do dressage. I’ve written seventeen books. Fourteen of them are published. It took a bit of mulling to decide which book to send to the moon. I mean, it’s kind of like picking a favorite child. At first I thought I would send the first book in my latest series, but that’s about an apocalypse, and while it’s a super fun and awesome book, I wanted to leave a more peaceful message. 

So, I ended up choosing my young-adult secondary world mage-punk fantasy, Of Blood, Earth, and Magic. Of all the books I’ve written, it’s probably the one closest to my soul, and the only young-adult book I’ve written. It’s about a girl and a boy who live in a world where magic is illegal. It has wild fire horses and bubbles of trapped time and shadow monsters and a black-market magical circus. Open plains and mountains and adventure. A sweet love story. And three tribes: Sun, Shadow, and Moon. A Moon Tribe! It was clearly meant to be. But most importantly, it’s a story about hope and peace and claiming your truth, and that’s what I want to share with anyone who reads this in the future.

So, Elea and Ashe, now you get to live on the Moon forever.