At one point the tagline for this blog was: Travel, both real and imagined. This is the imagined part. Today, author Irene Helenowski provides us with a brief intro to her exciting novel Order of the Dimensions. What’s it about?
When Jane Kremowski first began her graduate studies in physics at Madison State University in Wisconsin, little did she know where her work would take her. Now, she is embroiled in a multitude of dimensions all leading to different outcomes. She and her colleagues therefore must act wisely in order to take and keep away the Order of Dimension from falling into the wrong hands for the sake of her loved ones.
Irene Helenowski, the author of “Order of the Dimensions”, is a biostatistician an academic medical center in Chicago and recently received her doctorate in biostatistics. She also enjoys going to movies and concerts in her spare time. Order of the Dimensions is available as an ebook from Amazon.com and iTunes, and as a paperback from Lulu.com.
Take it away, Irene!
In Order of The Dimensions, I tried to create several worlds, each giving the reader a glimpse of how the characters’ lives would evolve in that place. For instance, I attempted to re-create what Jane would experience as she cut through the park at the Smithsonian to visit her love, Randy.
She could still make the Green line Temple Hills even after a quick trip to the museum, after all. She walked quickly past the mall, threading her way through the crowds of tourists, soon finding herself at the steps of the Natural History Museum. She ran up the stairs and entered the museum, looking around until she spotted the entrance to the gift. Smiling widely, she hurried to the entrance where she saw who she was looking for, a tall medium-built young man with curly, blonde hair.
Or how tempting it might be for her to stay in paradise in the realm where she married to the dark and mysterious Anton Zelov.
“Thank you.” Jane slowly made her way to the sunroom, which had a glass door opening to a garden. Gigantic palm trees, the greenest bushes she had ever seen, and flowers of all types and colors lured her out, leading her to a cobblestone terrace. A beautiful fountain featuring an ivory swan could be seen in the back of the garden, with Dr. Zelov just in front of it. He was sitting down at a round, white table, replete with an assortment of fruit, slices of ham, toast, and a dish of what appeared to be scrambled eggs. He put down the tea when he saw Jane approach.
I also hope that the reader can experience how it is to walk the medieval streets of Krakow.
“What the …” Lauren began following Jane from the laboratory and into a majestic hall with gothic-type arches.
“Where are we?” Petra tailed behind.
“Just follow me. We need to lose those men!”
“What! Jane, you have really become nuts, you know that?”
Jane paused, looking around at the magnificent medieval architecture flanking them. She now knew where they were, remembering the buildings from a history book she had in school. They were at Jagiellonian University in Krakow, Poland.
Or spend a blistery day in the Oxford countryside …
Jane and Grace went outdoors, entering a spacious yard sprawling for acres, enclosed only near the bank of the river. The sun peered out through the clouds and a small, cool breeze blew through the air. The scenery matched those in the paintings Jane had seen earlier in the study. She looked around and saw Amy a few feet in front of her, petting a white pony, Anton resting on one knee beside her. Close to the entrance, was a young Asian girl holding Richie on her lap.
Or holiday in the streets of New Orleans,
New Orleans was indeed a magical town. Jane, Randy, and their children were enchanted by the historic mansions, the vast, colorful gardens, the clicking of the horses’ hooves on the cobblestone, all as if they were straight from a fairy tale. Colorful masks and works from the street artists lit their path around the French Quarter during a leisurely carriage ride. They made their way down to the riverfront, watching the gigantic steamboats float by with their grand whistles bellowing through the surrounding riverbanks. Randy was planning a trip on the mammoth river vessel …
By making such scenes as vivid as possible, I would like the reader to feel how he or she might connect to each world and connect to what the heroine is going through and perhaps choose a world that they might like to be in had they their own Multiverser.