Welcome to Book Tuesday. Today, I have a lovely guest with exciting news. Ellis launched her new book last week and kindly gave me a chance to feature it this week.
First, here’s a little information about Ellis.
Ellis Nelson has served as an Air Force officer, government contractor, and teacher. Her first book was published in 2012. She currently lives in Colorado Springs with her husband enjoying a wonderful view of Pikes Peak.
You can follow her or order your copy of her new book from the links below:
Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty! Ellis’s novel launched on the 8th of September. The book is called Elephants Never Forgotten. Please click here to order your copy.
A hundred years from now, twelve-year-old Nigella receives a shipment from her deceased grandfather. Her inheritance is a herd of micro-elephants. While a lot of her friends have micro-pets, Nigella is at a loss on how to care for hers. Why are her micros so different from everyone else’s? What was her grandfather up to? In her struggle to understand them, she learns that there might be a group of wild elephants left in a remote part of Africa. With the help of her best friend, Kepler, the girls set off on an adventure to discover the truth. Along the way, Nigella will have to piece together what Mr. Mbare, a mysterious friend of her grandfather’s, and the elusive Dr. Thornton, have to do with the whole thing. Nigella will also have to confront the unresolved emotions brought about by her mother’s death. The girls will have to face the rigors and challenges of the Okavango swamps in order to solve her grandfather’s closely held secret.
I’m sure you would all like a little peek at the book now. Well, sit back, relax and enjoy the excerpt from Elephants Never Forgotten…
Arms folded tightly against her chest, Nigella twisted the ring on her finger as she waited for the micro-vet. She pushed her dark bangs off her forehead and looked up. Her bright green eyes met those of the tall, blond, micro-vet as he entered the room.
“Morning,” said the vet. “Okay, so you have one in isolation and another one sick?”
The vet surveyed the scene. Nigella nodded as he peered over the enclosure. It was a wooden rectangle, roughly ten by twelve feet. Placed on a table, with sides eight inches high, it hit the micro-vet at the armpit as he reached across to grab his patient. The sick animal was near the water, down on two legs, looking disoriented.
The vet carefully wrapped his hand around the little animal and lifted her out of the enclosure. He placed her in the middle of his left hand and began the examination. The weak micro-elephant gazed up at the vet.
In many ways, she was just like the others in her micro-herd. She stood six inches tall and weighed in around a pound and a half. Her skin was tough, wrinkled, and a powdery gray-brown, and she sported two well-formed tusks.
Nigella watched as the vet proceeded to examine yet another of her elephants. This was the vet’s second visit this week. He inspected the elephant’s eyes, ears, and mouth. He lifted her tufted tail and checked each foot. The vet pushed aside several paper flowers and set the tiny pachyderm on a small table near the only window in the display room. He placed one hand in front and one hand behind.
“Hey, Nigella, grab my bag and we’ll see how high this fever is,” the vet said. Nigella picked up the medical bag and brought it to the table.
With a quick, practiced motion, the vet removed his right hand from behind the elephant, unlatched the bag and retrieved the nano-injector. A jab to a vein released the miniaturized computer components into the elephant’s system.
“Humm, any vomiting or diarrhea?”
“Yes, both,” Nigella answered.
“In about twenty seconds, the units will calibrate themselves and we’ll get an accurate picture of what’s ailing this little one.” The vet fiddled with the nano-reading device on his wrist.
“Well, this looks identical to what we had with your first sick elephant. I’m going to give her an injection and start her on the same antibiotics that we put the other one on.
“Luckily, she’s not as dehydrated as the first. She should do fine in a few days.”
Nigella reached around the vet to stroke her sick elephant. The vet withdrew to prepare the injection and Nigella moved in to lift and cradle her. Gently, she raised the creature to her mouth and whispered, “Sorry, poor girl.”
The vet finished giving the injection and moved the sick elephant into the adjoining room used for isolation. Nigella glanced over at the enclosure and noticed that the rest of the herd had gathered by the water. Two calves were splashing at the water’s edge, but the adults hung back in a tight group. They appeared somehow confused. Nigella wondered if they realized why two of the elephants had been taken. How could they know what was wrong? She reached over to stroke one of the adults. The elephant backed away from Nigella’s hand.
The vet returned.
“Nigella, they’re going to be fine in a few days,” he said. “However, now that we have two cases of infection, it’s important to thoroughly disinfect this enclosure. Keep the elephants in isolation and continue giving the antibiotics. Call me if they don’t seem to be getting better by Friday or if any of the others show symptoms. You might also stop by my office and pick up some of that fortified elephant feed I mentioned on my last visit. It might help the rest of the herd from getting sick. Any questions?”
Nigella shook her head. The vet collected his bag and left.
Micro-elephant keeping is difficult, Nigella thought. She had no experience in it. In fact, she had never had any kind of pet. Dad had said that they just didn’t have time for that kind of responsibility. His job at the nanotechnology firm often kept him away for days. Nigella too, had the active life of a twelve year old. School, air soccer, and her friends kept her busy. None of that had totally convinced her that her father was right. Many of her friends had micro-pets and occasionally, Nigella would instigate a conversation with her father about getting a pet. Somehow, his logic and persistent belief that a pet was a bad idea for them always prevailed.
Maybe things would have been different if her mother was still alive, but she wasn’t. Nigella resumed turning the ring. Her mother had given her that gold ring with the sapphire stone shortly before she died. Then last week her grandfather on her mother’s side, died suddenly. Although she had no memories of him, Nigella had inherited a micro-herd that contained six females and two calves. She had assumed total responsibility for them since her father was so involved at work.
(Excerpt linked to https://museituppublishing.com)
Thanks for stopping by. I hope you take the opportunity to order your copy of Elephants Never Forgotten today.