Wendy C. Jorgensen grew up in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, and began writing in second grade, furiously recording her hopes and dreams in a denim-covered diary. Besides hanging out at the library, she loved soaking up the rays—while reading a book, of course. During her sophomore year of high school, Wendy’s family moved to Carson City, Nevada, and she thought her life had ended. The desert, sagebrush, and cowboys were a far cry from the ocean, palm trees, and surfers of Florida. Fortunately within six months, the family relocated to Lake Tahoe, and her outlook improved dramatically.
Wendy started college at the University of Colorado in Boulder, followed by a year at the University of Nevada in Reno and two years at Brigham Young University, where she worked as a reporter and copy editor for The Daily Universe. A decision to take a short break from school turned into a twelve-year hiatus in Lake Tahoe. After a two-year stint in the civil engineering program at California State University in Sacramento, Wendy returned to Colorado and graduated from CU with a degree in English Writing. It was a long, but valuable, educational journey.
After twenty years in Colorado, Wendy recently moved back to Northern Nevada, close enough to Lake Tahoe to enjoy the beautiful scenery but far enough away to escape the heavy snowfall. She lives with a wonderful husband who’s a financial guru—thank goodness—and a golden retriever who’s often mistaken for a sloth. Her two brainy and creative sons challenge her intellect and make her want to be smarter. Wendy hopes someday to journey to the stars.
Every year thousands of teens apply for neuroenhancement—or acceleration. A select few are chosen. With superhuman abilities to learn and analyze information, these accelerants are sought after by government and business leaders around the world. But there’s a catch. Acceleration causes brain deterioration. Within twenty years, every one of them will be dead.
Sixteen-year- old Ami Evans and three other military cadets are given a six-month assignment to monitor the newest accelerants in Boulder, Colorado. Their goal is to discover everything they can about the acceleration program, but when one of their subjects dies on the day they arrive, they’re thrust into a deadly conspiracy. Who killed the accelerant? What’s their motive? And more importantly, who’s next?
Now for the Reveal!!
Ami woke up a little after midnight. The full moon glowed through her window, reflecting off the stark white of the snow. Her stomach ached with hunger, but she embraced the emptiness. Hardly aware of her actions, she dressed in warm layers, choosing a turtleneck, waterproof pants, snow boots, and a thick coat with a hood. Almost as an afterthought, she threw her backpack over her shoulder. She slipped from her room, down the darkened hallway, and through the small door Rayne had found, adjacent to the utility closet. Avoiding the cameras had become second nature.
At first, she made her way slowly through the snow, being careful to minimize her tracks. The moon illuminated the Flatirons, creating an eerie landscape reminiscent of the rusty red mountains of Mars. She welcomed the otherworldly atmosphere, desperately wanting to be anywhere other than Masalex. Another planet would suffice.
Something broke inside of Ami, and she began to run up the Flatiron trail, her movements clumsy from the bulky clothing. The trail climbed steeply upward, and despite the adrenalin which drove her onward, she had to stop several times to catch her breath. She reached the notch between the first and second Flatirons and gazed at the multicolored lights of Boulder. It looked so peaceful. As if hypnotized, she ascended the jagged rock, moving closer to the edge, drawn almost against her will to the cheerful brightness below.