Shreya’s Chronicles

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DONOR Book 1 perfect 8o5x12o306 150dpiDONOR (Shreya’s Chronicles Book 1) can be purchased through Sheryl’s Amazon Author page, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble.

DONOR chronicles Shreya’s journey from an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl living in upstate Louisiana to a fugitive on the run from the law, the unlawful, and those beyond any natural laws known to Humankind. For a peek at the series back cover click blurb. To purchase this and other books by Sheryl Kaleo, please visit her  Amazon Author page.

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DonorBook1perfectworld8o5x505Shreya believes that she’s just an ordinary girl from a small country town in upstate Louisiana. It’s a lie.

After high school, all she wants is to attend the local college and settle down with a nice local boy in a house with a white picket fence and a two-hovic garage. Not gonna happen.

She believes keeping her head down and off the radar of the powerful and elite Leechers and Cyborgs is enough to keep her safe. She’s wrong.

She thinks that there is no way she would ever, ever, ever trust one of the Others. She won’t have a choice.

Shreya is about to become a fugitive on the run from the law, the unlawful, and those beyond any natural laws known to Humankind.

Donor is a  solarpunk novel where the world is perfect. Humankind? Not yet.

In Donor, the world is at the beginning of my Solarpunk time-line. Venice is up in the sky, safe from flooding, but we’re still mostly earthbound with a mix of hovering and land-based vehicles. Most of the world’s ills have been tamed. There’s no pollution, hunger, war, disease—the world is perfect. What’s left to obsess about? Immortality and super-human abilities. In this perfect world, we’re so at odds with our own humanity we don’t want to be human. So we create monsters of ourselves, reflecting our own ugly underbellies, i.e. our neuroses. In Donor I’m exploring the question, what does it mean to be human?