An excerpt from book three of my trilogy: The Emissary and Mindful Approaches to Everything Possibly Exploding
As of June 2023, unpublished, querying literary agents.
“That was our real skeletons, right?” Jim panted as they raced to his Saab.
Next to the car, Andy jumped up and down. He waved his penny whistle wildly, like a bandmaster under attack by a swarm of hornets.
“I could see the metal plate at the end of my radius! I broke it in karate when I was ten!”
Andy already had the car doors open for them. They dove in.
Jim revved the engine. “Andy! Buckle up! We’re going to Jacksonport! We found it! Wafflequisp’s Ho-Made Country Dairy!”
An animal growl of rage from the backseat startled him.
“What? What did I say?”
“Wafflequisp,” grated Andy. “I hate that guy.”
“Well, you’re gonna love him, now.”
Jim was electrified, excited, energized. Perhaps it was a side effect from whatever Koyper had done to their bodies, back in the office with his fake iPad. “That poor guy! You scared the daylights out of him!” But he shook his head and laughed. He couldn’t help it, as the adrenaline of relief fizzed throughout his body. “How’d you do that?”
Koyper squirmed in his seat, looking modest. “Oh, easy. That was old spectroscopist’s trick. De Broglie’s principle.”
Jim blinked at that. “Wait. Isn’t that…”
Koyper continued. “Every particle, every neutron, proton, electron and every atom, it is wave, also.” He tapped his temple with his finger. “And if you sing particle wavelength, you make particle shine.” Koyper shrugged. “I was thinking of calcium so I chose calcium. Hey, Andy,” Koyper swiveled around in his seat to face Andy in the backseat.
“I am glad I gave you this instrument to play. I was not sure it was good idea at first.”