The Stars Down Under [NOOK Book]


Chief Terry Myell and Lieutenant Commander Jodenny Scott are in that most precarious of military situations, a mixed marriage. Enlisted and officer. It’s unnatural.
Terry and Jodenny have been assigned to duty on the planet Fortune, away from the huge ships that carry colonists from the wreckage of polluted Earth to clean new worlds across the galaxy.
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Chief Terry Myell and Lieutenant Commander Jodenny Scott are in that most precarious of military situations, a mixed marriage. Enlisted and officer. It’s unnatural.
Terry and Jodenny have been assigned to duty on the planet Fortune, away from the huge ships that carry colonists from the wreckage of polluted Earth to clean new worlds across the galaxy.
But there’s another way besides spaceships to travel from world to world. A group within Team Space is exploring the Wondjina Spheres, a set of ancient alien artifacts that link places and times. Now those spheres have shut down and Team Space thinks that Terry and Jodenny are part of the key to make them work again —no matter how the two of them feel about it. They can volunteer, or be “volunteered.”
What the researchers can’t anticipate is that the status quo, in which Team Space holds the monopoly on travel between worlds, is about to change. And as a result, Terry and Jodenny will be tested to their limits and beyond….

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Publishers Weekly

Military SF thriller, xeno-archeological adventure, interstellar romance and shamanistic vision quest combine in this ambitious but flawed sequel to 2007's The Outback Stars. Chief Petty Officer Terry Myell-whose taboo enlistee/officer marriage to Lt. Cmdr. Jodenny Scott has landed him a tedious desk assignment-is kidnapped and forced to join a mission seeking a group of researchers who disappeared while investigating a network of spherical gateways that allow almost instantaneous travel between the stars. Inexplicably, Myell is the only one who can get the system to work. As he and his captors explore strange worlds for signs of the missing scientists, they discover a hostile reptilian race bent on controlling the secrets to the gateways and wiping out anyone in their way. McDonald leaves substantial questions of crucial backstory unanswered, and the divergent plot lines laden with Australian Aboriginal myth and folklore references leave this sophomore effort disjointed. (Mar.)

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Enlisted man Chief Terry Myell and his wife, Lt. Commander Jodenny Scott, tread the boundaries of their "mixed" marriage carefully, bringing their combined talents to their current assignment on the planet Fortune. Team Space, of which they are members, has been exploring an interplanetary transportation alternative to spaceships, an alien artifact known as the Wondjina Spheres that link places and times. When these spheres shut down mysteriously, the task falls to Jodenny and Terry to find out how to make them work-in spite of the changes to the status quo their actions might cause. McDonald's sequel to The Outback Stars vividly depicts a future in which humans have abandoned a polluted Earth for the relative purity of space colonization. Ably combining military adventure with mystery and political intrigue, with strange artifacts thrown in for good measure, this fast-paced story should appeal to military sf as well as hard sf fans.
—Jackie Cassada

Kirkus Reviews
A series that began as military science fiction (The Outback Stars, 2007) wanders off into mystical byways. The inferred backdrop: Earth has suffered a self-inflicted meltdown, which the southern hemisphere nations largely survived. Interstellar travelers discovered the Seven Sisters, planets terraformed (Australiaformed, actually) by the accommodating alien Wondjina, who also left an instantaneous transporter system. Previously, on planet Fortune, Team Space Lieutenant (now Lt-Commander) Jodenny Scott and her husband, Chief Terry Myell, performed various heroics while battling space-terrorists and exploring the transporter system, wherein Myell encountered a godlike being that might control the entire complex. In this installment, the transporter won't work for anybody but Myell; when he refuses to join a rescue mission, he's shanghaied at gunpoint. Numerous adventures ensue, as Myell shows a cowardly face but then, reluctantly, does what's necessary and honorable. As his encounters become increasingly existential, he'll meet the Roon, aliens of primitive aspect who are ascribed advanced powers and weapons; a tribe of tree-dwelling, all-female Aboriginals; and a race of godlike female shapeshifting crocodiles. Meanwhile, to avoid complications, Jodenny voyages incognito to Earth aboard a creaky, temperamental passenger vessel. She arrives only to find Earth already rendered helpless by three huge Roon warships; despite this, and her obvious military competence, she's given nothing much to do. Stranded between two strikingly contrasting audiences, a yarn that will endear itself to neither. Agent: Jeff Kellogg/The Stuart Agency
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“Likeable characters, excellent development, and a series of interlocking puzzles worked out against Australian culture that most Americans will find exotic. A smart, fun, read.” —David Drake on The Outback Stars

“The author shows intimate knowledge of the nuts and bolts of what really makes big ships tick…and the careful attention to the elements of Aboriginal culture makes this even more worthy of a reader’s time.” —Walter Hunt

“Strikingly realistic. The Outback Stars gives the genre of military SF a very hard shake indeed. Buy this book; I guarantee your sense of wonder will get a workout.” —James Patrick Kelly

“Sandra McDonald knows the Navy, what makes a ship run well and what can make it run badly. Lieutenant Jodenny Scott is the sort of tough, smart, but thoroughly human officer we’d all like alongside us in an emergency.” —John G. Hemry, Author of Against All Enemies and (as Jack Campbell) The Lost Fleet Dauntless, on The Outback Stars

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466845831
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 5/14/2013
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 285,164
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Sandra McDonald has been a Hollywood production assistant, a software instructor, a bureaucrat, and an officer in the United States Navy. Her short fiction has appeared in Realms of Fantasy, Strange Horizons, and elsewhere. Her previous novel was The Outback Stars. She lives in Jacksonville, Florida.
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The Stars Down Under

By McDonald, Sandra Tor Books
Copyright © 2008
McDonald, Sandra
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780765316448

Chapter 1
Terry Myell drizzled oil on the vegetables in the wok, reached past his comm-bee for seasoning, and jumped back in surprise as a crocodile scurried through his kitchen.
“Christ!” he yelled, bumping up against the hard countertop. It was just after seventeen-hundred hours, a sunny afternoon in the military suburb of Adeline Oaks on the planet Fortune. His wife, Jodenny, would be working until midnight and he was cooking dinner just for himself. The last thing he had expected to see was a three-meter-long reptile with sharp teeth, gray scales, and black, hook-shaped claws that screeched against the floor tile.
The creature whipped around the refrigerator and was gone so quickly that surely he had imagined it.
“Betsy!” he said to the house computer. “Report.”
A soothing woman’s voice flowed out of the microspeakers in the ceiling. “Inside temperature is twenty degrees Celsius. A front stovetop element is operating at a setting of two point seven. There’s a slight leak in the guest shower—”
Myell fumbled for the longest knife in the silverware drawer. “Any mammals, reptiles, supernatural creatures?”
“There’s a spider in the living room closet, and several termites burrowing through the rear foundation. A gecko is hanging off lanai screen number four. That’s all I have to report, sir.”
Myell crept forward. Thefloor showed no gouge marks or smeared dirt. The dark beige carpet in the living room was similarly unmarked, and the front door was closed. With cold sweat on his neck, he headed for the master bedroom. He edged past half-empty packing boxes in the hall to the ajar door. From outside came the sounds of a neighbor’s kids kicking around a soccer ball and the hum of flits as parents returned from work. Everything else was quiet.
“Come out, come out,” Myell murmured. “Show yourself.”
The master bedroom was awash with afternoon sunlight. His dress white uniform hung neatly on a hook outside the closet doors, the ribbons and insignia carefully aligned. The bed was a messy rumple of blue linens and pillows. Beneath them, a hump moved back and forth slowly, obscenely.
He steeled himself and yanked the sheets away.
Karl the Koala blinked up at him with golden eyes and rolled over.
“Rub me, rub my tummy,” he sang.
Myell let the knife drop. “Go to sleep, Karl.”
The bot rolled to his haunches and scratched himself. Though he understood basic commands, the programming defaulted to mild disobedience. A real koala would never follow orders like a dog, anyway. Nor would it talk. Myell still wasn’t convinced they needed any mechanical pets underfoot, but Karl made Jodenny happy.
“He’s so cute,” she’d said when they saw him at the mall.
Myell could think of something much more adorable and cuddly, but Jodenny had said she wasn’t ready for kids.
Betsy spoke up. “You have new imail in your account, sir. Four challengers have questioned your score in the latest Izim tournament. And I believe your dinner is burning.”
Cursing, Myell hurried back to the kitchen and pulled the wok off the stove. Betsy’s vents began sucking up smoke that reeked of burnt oil and blackened string beans. He dumped the mess into the disposal and accidentally knocked the knife off the counter. When he tried to catch it, the blade cut into his finger.
“I detect blood, sir. Do you have a medical emergency?” Betsy asked.
“I’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth. The slice was long but shallow. “And I’ve told you, stop calling me sir. It’s Chief Myell, or Terry. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
A little self-sealant took care of the cut. The stir-fry was ruined, so he threw together a salad instead. Afterward he checked the imails and saw three more media inquiries. Reporters, always damn reporters. He deleted them, as he had all the other requests that had come in during the last four weeks.
He took a beer to the sofa and kicked his feet up. “Betsy, are there references to crocodiles in Australian Aboriginal mythology?”
“I find several instances in which people are reputed to have been eaten or transformed into crocodiles. One tribe revered the crocodile as a totemic god. Would you like me to send the information to your bee?”
“No. Forget I asked.” On the Aral Sea he had experienced visions of an Aboriginal shaman, and on a long, strange top-secret trip across the galaxy he had seen a Rainbow Serpent. He’d hoped he was done with all of it.
Karl climbed up onto the cushions beside him.
“Koala, my ass,” Myell said. “You’re probably a god in disguise.”
The robot rolled backward and repeated his plea for a tummy rub.
“Talk to Mommy,” Myell said.  Betsy was the oldest house in the neighborhood, and her nighttime temperature controls were erratic. Though he meant to stay up for Jodenny, Myell fell asleep on the sofa and woke every hour or so because he was too cold, or too hot, or too cold again. When he did sleep, he dreamed of crocodiles in a deep cave, hissing and snapping their razor-sharp teeth. At oh-four-hundred he woke shaking with dread, and stumbled to the bathroom to splash cold water on his flushed face.
He went to the bedroom and burrowed into the sheets. He was just dozing off again when the wallgib beeped and Jodenny’s image rolled into view.
“Betsy told me you were up,” she said. “Everything okay?”
“Fine.” Myell turned his head into a pillow, then turned to eye her. “Why aren’t you home?”
“There was an accident with some academy students, a big mess.” She was as beautiful as ever, but dark circles hung under her eyes. Her lieutenant commander bars glinted on the screen. “They borrowed a birdie for fun and crashed into the ocean. I’ve been fending off the media for hours. I don’t think I’ll be home before you leave.”
He shrugged one shoulder.
“I wanted to send you off to your new job in style,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
Myell was sorry, too. Their last ship, the Aral Sea, had barely entered orbit before new duty assignments arrived in their queues. Fledgling plans for a honeymoon had been abruptly discarded. Jodenny’s new position at Fleet was prestigious but demanding. Lately he’d seen more of his reflection than he’d seen of her.
Jodenny touched the gib screen, as if trying to pat his cheek. “Be kind to your students, won’t you? I remember how hard it was for me to memorize everything.”
“I don’t think they’re going to throw me in front of a classroom today.”
“They should. You’ll be great.” A gib pinged, and Jodenny glanced offscreen. “Got to go. Call me later.”
“Love you,” he said, but the connection was already dead.
Further sleep eluded him. He played Izim for a while but got killed multiple times. Just before dawn he pulled on some gym clothes. He opened the top drawer of his dresser and palmed a small dilly bag. Inside were two carved totems of geckos. One had been a gift, and the other had been his mother’s.
For the first time in months he tied the bag around his waist and felt its comforting weight.
Outside, the air was hot and dawn was just lightening the sky. The faux-brick homes were a bit affluent for his tastes, but Jodenny’s rank had its privileges and he supposed he’d have to get used to them. At the end of the street was a steep wooded hill dotted with senior-officer homes. He jogged up it, the dilly bag bouncing against his skin. The exertion left him winded but the view at the top was worth it.
“Good morning, Kimberley,” he said.
The rising sun sent yellow light streaking over Fortune’s capital city. Myell could see the Parliament buildings, the graceful expanse of the Harbor Bridge, and a wide, disorienting expanse of silver-blue ocean. He hated the ocean. In the center of the city stood the Team Space pyramid, blue and clean and beautiful, the hub of its interplanetary operations.
The birds had woken up, kookaburras and doves mostly, and over their song he heard the unmistakable sound of an approaching security flit. Myell kept his gaze on the city and his hands in plain sight on the railing.
“Good morning, sir,” a woman’s voice said behind him. “Routine security check. Everything all right up here?”
Slowly he turned. “Good morning, officers. Everything’s fine.”
The woman was a brunette with the insignia of a regular tech. Her nametag read m. chin. Her partner, Apprentice Mate H. Saro, was smaller and slimmer, and had the coiled tenseness of a dog with something to prove.
“Do you live here, sir?” RT Chin asked.
“Chief Myell. I just moved in. Twenty-four hundred Eucalyptus Street,” he said.
“Chiefs don’t live in officer housing,” Saro said.
Myell pushed down a flare of annoyance. He reached carefully into his pocket and handed over his identification card. Chin retreated with it to the flit. Saro rested one hand on the mazer in his belt and tried to look fierce.
“Are there regulations against people taking a morning walk?” Myell asked him.
“Most people don’t walk around when it’s still dark out.”
“Sun’s up,” Myell pointed out.
Saro glared at him. “And they have the common sense to exercise in the gym.”
“Fresh air’s better for you.”
Chin returned. “Sorry, Chief. You’re all clear. People get nervous when they look out their windows and see a strange face, that’s all. Welcome to the neighborhood.”
“But he’s not—” Saro started.
“Shut up, Hal.” Chin nodded briskly at Myell. “Can we give you a lift home, Chief?”
“No. I’ll walk.”
Saro gave him one last suspicious look before the security flit drove off. Myell started downhill. He imagined eyes watching him from every window. An hour later, after forcing down breakfast and checking his uniform for the tiniest flaws, he joined the morning crowd at the monorail station. He hung back against the railing so he wouldn’t sprain his elbow offering salutes. A few curious glances came his way, but no one spoke to him or challenged his right to be there.
He didn’t flaunt his Silver Star, but a lieutenant with bloodshot eyes said, “Earn that the hard way?”
“Is there any other way, sir?” Myell asked.
The lieutenant squinted at Myell’s deployment patches. “That’s the Aral Sea’s emblem. You help beat off those terrorists at Baiame?”
“Something like that.”
The lieutenant raised his coffee cup in salute, then turned away as a train pulled in.
Kimberley’s public transportation system was a hub-and-spoke design. At Green Point Myell transferred to another train and rode several stops with civilians, students, and other military personnel until they reached Water Street. Supply School was easy to find. It occupied a pierside base wedged between shipping companies and freighter lines. The flags of Fortune, the Seven Sisters, and Team Space flapped overhead, bright in the sunshine. The air smelled like fuel and vile salt water.
“Second building to the right, Chief,” a gate guard told Myell. “They’ll help you over there.”
Once Myell was inside the steel and glass building, a receptionist took him past cubicles where RTs and civilian staff were busy socializing. The enlisted men saw Myell and got to work. The civilians were slower about it. Large vids on the walls displayed student status, lists of instructor assignments, and announcements for Saturday’s graduation ceremony. The name of the Supply School commander, Captain Kuvik, was prominently displayed everywhere.
The cubicle maze ended in a small office where Moroccan rugs hung on the walls and hand-woven baskets decorated the shelves. A bald sergeant with brown skin rose from his desk, offering a smile and a handshake.
“Bob Etedgy, Chief,” he said. “Welcome back to Supply School.”
“Thanks. In truth, I never came through in the first place.”
“Got all your training in the fleet? Me, too.” Etedgy cleared off a chair for Myell. “Don’t let them hear you say it around here, but direct experience is always better than sitting on your ass in a classroom.”
Etedgy had already arranged for Myell’s security pass, had requisitioned a parking slot in case he ever wanted to drive in, and had put together a bright red orientation folder emblazoned with the Supply School emblem.
“You’ll be meeting with Captain Kuvik at oh-nine-hundred. He meets with every new instructor, nothing to worry about there. Until then I’ll take you on the guided tour. Officer training is down the street, in their own building with their own faculty and staff, so we’ll skip that. I’ll also get you set up with a locker down in the training room. Most of us commute in civilian clothes and change into uniform here—saves on the wear and tear, you know, and it’s okay as long as it’s before the students arrive. Captain’s not keen on us being seen as regular human beings.”
He said it with a smile, but Myell didn’t think he was joking.
The classrooms were on the second and third decks of the building. Khaki-clad chiefs were already lecturing, administering tests, or conducting multimedia presentations. The upper decks contained computer labs, a library, and a chapel. The mess hall was in an adjacent building, and beyond it was the gymnasium.
“So where did they stash you and your wife for quarters?” Etedgy asked. “Widen? Sally Bay? My wife and I have been on the waiting list for Lake Lu for a year.”
“Nice, is it?”
“Best you can do for enlisted housing around here.”
“Is that how long you’ve been here? A year?” Myell asked, and successfully diverted the topic.
Just before oh-nine-hundred they returned to the main building and rode the lift to the fifth deck, which offered marvelous views of the sea traffic heading in and out of port. Myell kept his gaze averted. Captain Kuvik’s suite was impeccably furnished and much larger than a shipboard captain’s. The walls were vidded with photos of square-shouldered graduating students, all of them ready to march off into the fleet and inflict invoices for every last roll of toilet paper.
Not that Myell thought poorly of his career track. Supply sailors didn’t earn the same glory as flight crews and didn’t save lives like the medical corps, but someone had to keep food, equipment, uniforms, materials, and weapons moving down the Alcheringa and throughout the Seven Sisters.
“Chief Myell to see the captain,” Etedgy announced.
Captain Kuvik’s secretary, a thin man with antique glasses perched on his nose, gave Myell an unfriendly look. He pinged the inner office and repeated Etedgy’s words.
“Send him in,” a man replied.
Myell stepped into Kuvik’s office. Windows screened out the sunlight. Classical music from pre-Debasement Earth played softly on a hidden radio. Kuvik, an older man with rugged features and white hair, nodded Myell toward a chair. Five rows of ribbons were pinned above his left pocket. Some of them were for enlisted sailors only, meaning he’d worked his way up through the ranks. The office smelled like peppermint.
“Sergeant Etedgy show you around?” Kuvik asked.
“Yes, sir.” The chair was hard under Myell, and a little low to the floor. “It’s an impressive complex.”
“The enlisted school graduates three hundred ATs a month, and we teach advanced courses to twice as many RTs and sergeants. Do the job right or don’t do it at all, I tell them. I disenroll anyone who doesn’t take the job seriously, and I won’t have any instructors who think this is a three-year vacation after years of running down the Alcheringa.”
“I don’t think of this is a vacation, Captain.”
Kuvik gave no indication of having heard him. “Just because Fleet assigns someone here doesn’t mean you get to be in front of one of my classrooms. My instructors are role models for young ATs who need direction and guidance. You don’t pass muster, I’ll stick you in a basement office and make you count requisitions eight hours a day.”
Myell knew all about being shoved into dead-end, tedious jobs. “I hope I pass muster, sir.”
Kuvik’s gaze hardened. The music on the radio rose in crescendo. Something by Beethoven, Myell thought. Or maybe not.
“I know you were instrumental in saving your ship after the insurgent attack off Baiame,” Kuvik said. “That Silver Star they gave you proves that. Commander Wildstein on the Aral Sea speaks highly of you, and she’s damned hard to please. But you also married your supervisor, Lieutenant Scott, which indicates an appalling lack of decorum and brings up serious issues of fraternization.”
“No fraternization charges were filed against Lieutenant Commander Scott or myself,” Myell said, making sure Kuvik knew her current rank.
“I’m not interested in whether your former captain had the balls to court-martial you for violating regulations.” Kuvik leaned forward, a muscle pulling in his cheek. “Worse than your playing house with Lieutenant Commander Scott is the fact that you’ve never undergone chief’s training.”
Ah, Myell thought. The true crux of the problem. He and Jodenny had discussed the ramifications of his refusal, rehearsed possible scenarios, but he’d sincerely hoped the issue wouldn’t arise.
“I was promoted in the field while recovering from my injuries,” Myell said. “Authorized by my captain on behalf of Team Space to wear the insignia and uniform, and receive all the ranks and privileges of a Chief Petty Officer. When we arrived here, seven other sergeants on the Aral Sea were also approved for promotion.”
“And those seven sergeants immediately volunteered for chief’s training over at Fleet. You refused.”
“Because the training is voluntary, and has been ever since the death of that sergeant on Kookaburra.”
Kuvik wagged a finger. “One mistake shouldn’t override hundreds of years of tradition. Initiation marks the transition from sergeant to chief. You don’t just put on the uniform. You’re expected to be a leader, and being a leader means being accepted as an equal by your peers.”
Myell could already picture that basement office with his name posted by the door.
“That’s where we disagree, sir. A leader rises above his peers instead of hovering in the pack with them. Team Space promotes us because of who we are and what we’ve done, not so we can reinvent ourselves. You can do whatever you like with me, but you’re not going to convince me that a month of being humiliated and bullied will make me more fit to wear this uniform.”
Myell realized his voice had risen. He clamped his mouth shut. He’d given the captain enough to hang him with already.
Kuvik leaned back in his chair. The radio fell silent, and a cormorant cried out behind the windows as it swooped down toward the water.
“There are some people from Fleet in my conference room,” Kuvik finally said. “They want to talk to you. Something hush-hush and very important. Any idea what?”
Myell thought instantly of the Rainbow Serpent, and of the jobs he and Jodenny had turned down in a secret underground complex back on Warramala a few months ago.
“No, sir,” he said.
Kuvik rose from his chair. “Go talk to them, Chief. And if they offer you a transfer, you’d better take it. It’ll be a better deal than anything you’re going to get here.” 
Copyright © 2008 by Sandra McDonald. All rights reserved.


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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    an entertaining space opera

    Chief Petty Officer Terry Myell and Lieutenant Commander Jodenny Scott tried to hide their marriage as a relationship between them is strictly forbidden by the military code of conduct. However, when they were caught, Terry was grounded as his wife has command authority. He is bored with his spouse gone and he stuck doing nonsensical mostly made up office work.--------- However his ennui ends not because the brass provided him meaningful work, but abductors do. His kidnappers need his help to locate missing research scientists who vanished while studying a series of what appears to be gateways that allow near instant travel between stars. Myell is considered the only person left behind capable of turning on the spherical gates. Excited he leads his new team into another galaxy seeking the lost scientists, but instead runs into dangerous adversaries as a reptile like race wants control of the gateways and will kill anyone who seems in their way starting with Myell.-------- This exciting sequel to the superb THE OUTBACK STARS is an entertaining space opera that science fiction fans will enjoy, but also be frustrated by applying the 5 whys technique to the plot with no answers forthcoming why Myell and why only Myell. The story line is fast-paced once the hero is abducted leaving behind his desk jockey stint and never slows down as he and his kidnappers explore new realms. Sandra McDonald provides a fascinating tale, but omits critical plausibility background information.------------- Harriet Klausner

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    Living quarters

    No slaves allowed

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  • Posted January 20, 2012

    A must read book !!

    The Stars Down Under is a story about Lieutenant Scott and Chief Terry Myell. They’re a married couple living on the planet Fortune. He works at a school for training members of Team space, and she is a troubleshooter for the fleet. But both Scott and terry are fitting in that good. They have a problem with their different positions in the future. Then they encountered a mysterious Wondjina Spheres, different sized domes that come in groups of three on almost every planet, but Team space didn’t forget about it. So they bring together a scientific team including Scott and Terry to find out what happened to the other team that disappeared out of nowhere. Terry is the one who activates the spheres and the ability to travel instantiously through space, and possibly time which makes Terry very important to this mission. This book is science fiction and sort of a space fantasy that mixes futuristic travel with Australian Aboriginal culture and mythos. All kinds of creatures, like crocodiles that come out of nowhere from the sky, racing through houses and in cave paintings, to a tribe on one planet that insists that he is a god. I thought this book wasn’t that interesting, it began with some good action and a good plot but as I read further into the book it got boring, and confusing. For example the scenes in the book kept on changing, and when Jodenny is back on earth discussing her problems, and her secret mission it got boring. I thought the writing is interesting, it can grab the reader’s attention but about half way through the book it started to drag. There is a series of books, if you read the previous book then your will probably understand more and get more into the book. If you don’t care about the Scenes changing all the time and the book getting boring then I would suggest your read this book. The Author is Sandra McDonald she likes to write books about mystery or science fiction books. She also writes short fiction bibliography books and Podcasts. She was also the rainbow award winner in 2010. In the Stars Down Under Sandra McDonold has a mix of like realistic space faring military life, aliens, mythology and technology in this book. I enjoy reading books like these because it fun, interesting and makes u think and keeps you turning the pages.

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  • Posted May 18, 2009

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    Science Fiction with an Aussie twist

    Science Fiction and Fantasy genres overlap in many ways, and none more clearly than in this second book of Sandra McDonald's. The plot threads that I most strongly hoped she would develop from the first book, The Outback Stars, are the focus of this second novel in a series.

    The story is a mosaic of hard science and myth, wonders and the ordinary, aliens and regular people. I love the way McDonald writes, a combination of matter-of-fact space travel and unexpected intrusions by powers beyond the control of any human being. I love the way her characters struggle to keep their plans and their lives on track in the midst of being thrust into events that change everything.

    Reading McDonald, I sometimes have a sense of magical realism as done by Gaiman or by Charles de Lint. Once in a while the science under the phenomenon is revealed but most often we are left with tantalizing questions, which may or may not be answered farther along in the story.

    I like the way McDonald wraps up the story threads in a satisfying conclusion, but still leaves enough openings for the next book. I suspect she could easily write the same novel in twice length and keep me interested. At 336 pages, The Stars Down Under was over too soon. There is no doubt I'll pre-order the next one in the series.

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