A young girl, Andrea Jamieson, loses her father who is trying to rescue a neighbor during a hurricane. She grows up to become a hurricane “hunter” and through her own efforts and those of her husband and colleagues accidentally creates the largest hurricane in history. Then it disappears in the Devil’s Triangle. So does her husband, flying over the storm to drop Silver Iodide crystals into the eye. Then, 30 years later, the storm – and the plane, are back. Andrea has a new weapon, a series of pumps, that might stop or divert the storm, but there’s little time, and all she really wants to do is track that plane that’s been gone so long and reunite with her long-lost husband.
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As a child, Andrea Jamieson watches her father die in a hurricane. As a grimly determined young woman running a government storm-fighting project, she falls hard for flyboy Phil Wicks, a retired navy pilot who figures dropping silver iodide on hurricanes beats working for the airlines. The two make a great team at work and at home until Phil flies out into a monster storm that vanishes in the Bermuda Triangle, taking him with it. Those who think of Wilson (The Temptation of Blood) as a horror writer may be surprised by the tender tone of this unabashed descendant of 1940s pulp tales. Tugging heartstrings with the expertise of a master puppeteer, Wilson, a former naval technician, adds plenty of authentic touches but never overwhelms the reader with details. The clean prose, romance and fantasy elements, heart-pounding scenes of man against nature, and topical currency (thankfully not overplayed) will appeal to a wide variety of readers, which makes the overblown YA-style cover all the more unfortunate. (June)
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I was born in a very small town in Illinois. Clay County has less people in it than your average large city, and Flora , Illinois , is so tiny it barely hits the map. That's where it happened, though. My grandparents lived there, and I spent a lot of happy times with them in my youth -- particularly my grandfather, Merle Cornelius Smith, who was likely the most amazing man I'll ever claim association with. But that's another story, and this one is about me.
My first really clear memories start around my third year of life, when my father left. He took me out for a drive, let me sit on his lap, then went back out for milkshakes and never came back. Things blur quite a lot during that period, but after a period of living with my grandparents, my brother and I were whisked away to Charleston Illinois , where our mom had a job working in one of the cafeterias at Eastern Illinois University , and had married a barber named Robert Leland "Bob" Smith. I could write volumes about good ol' Bob, but I won't. If you really want to meet him, look between the lines of the bits and pieces of Deep Blue where Brandt talks about his father. Think Seagram's 7, Ballantine beer, cheap cigars, Hank Williams, Sr., and Archie Bunker and sort of squash it all together into a 6'4" 270 or so pound frame -- that was Bob. Formative? Yes. Important here? Nope.
I escaped Charleston , family, Bob, and a number of other things in 1977 when I left in June and joined the United States Navy. I headed for San Diego , where I went to boot camp, headed next to Groton CT for submarine school (which I dropped out of because my ears wouldn't equalize) and ended up in North Chicago attending Electronics Technician "A" school. I learned guitar, got engaged, unengaged, taught Bible School , got excommunicated, and moved on to San Diego , California once again as part of the crew of the USS Paul F. Foster.
My time in the US Navy would fill a dozen books. In fact, parts of it can be found in almost everything I've written. Many of my novels were typed on US Navy computers (later on my own, but still on board) and the first two issues of my magazine, THE TOME, were printed and published on board the USS Guadalcanal (thank you Uncle Sam for supporting the arts). I was stationed on a lot of ships, went on a lot of cruises, lived in Rota , Spain for three years, and wound up retired in Norfolk , Virginia . I've worked as a contractor ever since, a variety of computer, networking and database related jobs, and all that time, I've been writing.
Now I live in the historic William R. White house in a tiny place called Hertford , NC , where you buy your hardware from a man named Eerie Haste, and you can still get an ice-cream cone for fifty cents. I have a woman who loves and supports me, Patricia Lee Macomber, two great boys by a previous marriage who live in Virginia, but visit us every couple of weeks, a beautiful, talented teenage daughter named Stephanie who sometimes seems to be the only adult in the family, a taller-by-the-day video game and sports loving son named Billy whose biggest failing is he likes the Oakland Raiders, and a beautiful, way-too-smart little girl named Kathryn Mary -- Katie Bug, for short -- all of whom I adore, and who appear to have looked past my faults to love me in return.
I've sold twelve novels to date (though hopefully by the time many of you read this that will be a larger number. I've published over 150 short stories, been in 32 or so anthologies, countless magazines, year's best collections, won awards -- notably The Bram Stoker Award for poetry, which I share with co-authors Mark McLaughlin and Rain Graves. I've been President of the Horror Writer's Association, and I'm an active member of both SFWA and the newer International Thriller Writer's Association.
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My first really clear memories start around my third year of life, when my father left. He took me out for a drive, let me sit on his lap, then went back out for milkshakes and never came back. Things blur quite a lot during that period, but after a period of living with my grandparents, my brother and I were whisked away to Charleston Illinois , where our mom had a job working in one of the cafeterias at Eastern Illinois University , and had married a barber named Robert Leland "Bob" Smith. I could write volumes about good ol' Bob, but I won't. If you really want to meet him, look between the lines of the bits and pieces of Deep Blue where Brandt talks about his father. Think Seagram's 7, Ballantine beer, cheap cigars, Hank Williams, Sr., and Archie Bunker and sort of squash it all together into a 6'4" 270 or so pound frame -- that was Bob. Formative? Yes. Important here? Nope.
I escaped Charleston , family, Bob, and a number of other things in 1977 when I left in June and joined the United States Navy. I headed for San Diego , where I went to boot camp, headed next to Groton CT for submarine school (which I dropped out of because my ears wouldn't equalize) and ended up in North Chicago attending Electronics Technician "A" school. I learned guitar, got engaged, unengaged, taught Bible School , got excommunicated, and moved on to San Diego , California once again as part of the crew of the USS Paul F. Foster.
My time in the US Navy would fill a dozen books. In fact, parts of it can be found in almost everything I've written. Many of my novels were typed on US Navy computers (later on my own, but still on board) and the first two issues of my magazine, THE TOME, were printed and published on board the USS Guadalcanal (thank you Uncle Sam for supporting the arts). I was stationed on a lot of ships, went on a lot of cruises, lived in Rota , Spain for three years, and wound up retired in Norfolk , Virginia . I've worked as a contractor ever since, a variety of computer, networking and database related jobs, and all that time, I've been writing.
Now I live in the historic William R. White house in a tiny place called Hertford , NC , where you buy your hardware from a man named Eerie Haste, and you can still get an ice-cream cone for fifty cents. I have a woman who loves and supports me, Patricia Lee Macomber, two great boys by a previous marriage who live in Virginia, but visit us every couple of weeks, a beautiful, talented teenage daughter named Stephanie who sometimes seems to be the only adult in the family, a taller-by-the-day video game and sports loving son named Billy whose biggest failing is he likes the Oakland Raiders, and a beautiful, way-too-smart little girl named Kathryn Mary -- Katie Bug, for short -- all of whom I adore, and who appear to have looked past my faults to love me in return.
I've sold twelve novels to date (though hopefully by the time many of you read this that will be a larger number. I've published over 150 short stories, been in 32 or so anthologies, countless magazines, year's best collections, won awards -- notably The Bram Stoker Award for poetry, which I share with co-authors Mark McLaughlin and Rain Graves. I've been President of the Horror Writer's Association, and I'm an active member of both SFWA and the newer International Thriller Writer's Association.
DNW
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
terrific fantasy romantic mystery,
This review is from: The Mote in Andrea's Eye (Five Star Science Fiction & Fantasy) (Hardcover)
It was watching her father die during a hurricane when she was just a child that motivated Andrea Jamieson to become a scientist studying storms. Currently she heads Operation Stormfury studying how to prevent or lessen the impact of oceanic fed storms on land. She works with her lover flier Phil Wicks, a former US Navy pilot. His prime mission is to drop silver iodide on hurricanes.They are currently tracking a horrific storm over the Devil's Triangle heading towards North Carolina Phil flies towards the torrent, but when he makes his approach to drop the silver iodide, he vanishes along with the storm. Stunned Andrea tries to track what happened to her beloved who simply vanished somewhere apparently into nowhere along with the lost storm at sea or elsewhere. THE MOTE IN ANDREA'S EYE is a terrific fantasy romantic mystery that grips the readers starting with the action of the storm and never slows down as the audience switches from adrenalin pumping to pondering what is going on with David Niall Wilson's superb thriller. Andrea and Phil is a fine couple, who as partners and as individuals make the plot seem real. Mr. Wilson writes a fantastic thriller that fans of nature out of control tales will want to read and hope Hollywood will film it. Harriet Klausner
4.0 out of 5 stars
A rousing adventure at sea -- with a touch of the Bermuda Triangle,
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This review is from: The Mote in Andrea's Eye (Five Star Science Fiction & Fantasy) (Hardcover)
I've admired Dave Wilson's fiction, both short and long, for many years, and THE MOTE IN ANDREA'S EYE is another of this prolific author's works well-worth seeking out, even if horror/dark fantasy isn't your cup of tea. While MOTE may be rooted in fantasy, the better part of story is pure action/adventure with a touch of science fiction for accent.In her youth, protagonist Andrea Jamieson loses her father to a hurricane -- an event that sets the course for the rest of her life. As an adult, she becomes a scientist engaged not just in the study of hurricanes but in a quest to halt them altogether. Aided by her husband, Phil Wicks, and a crew devoted to seeing her dream fulfilled, Andrea concocts a plan that evidence indicates may succeed in actually stopping a force five hurricane. What no one has counted on is the fact that the storm has originated in the Bermuda Triangle. Wilson's prose here is less textured than in most of his works; it's so plain, so workmanlike, that at first, I wasn't sure it was going to hold me. In fact, with so little dimension, the characters initially held almost no interest for me, and it was only the leaked promises of fantastic events to follow that kept me engaged. However, once the book kicked into higher gear, some hundred pages in, the characters at last came to life and I found myself in their corner as events become increasingly dire. Wilson uses science as a sturdy backdrop for the story. At no time are the technical details overwhelming. In fact, as the novel progresses, the little details themselves serve to augment the rising tension. By the climax, not only was I convinced I had ridden out one helluva storm, I had the feeling that I knew quite a bit more about certain meteorological events than I did the day before I started reading. I don't believe MOTE is as powerful as some of Wilson's darker, more philosophical works, such as THIS IS MY BLOOD, but once it finds its stride, it's a fast-paced, highly enjoyable adventure that's not just for aficionados of the dark.
1 of 2 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Twister meets the ocean,
By Edgar Kane "Curious reader" (Virginia) - See all my reviews
This review is from: The Mote in Andrea's Eye (Five Star Science Fiction & Fantasy) (Hardcover)
If you are a fan of weather thrillers, this book is for you. Andrea Jamieson loses her father at an early age in a horrible hurricane on the NC coast. She grows into an expert on fighting hurricanes, only to lose her husband -- and her storm -- in the Bermuda Triangle! Fast paced and would make a darned good movie.
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