Title: Ivan and Grey Wolf
Genre: NA Sci/Fi
Word count: 75k
Ivan killed his mother. His father hates him. His brother beats him. He is Durochka, the Little Fool.
And then the firebird comes, stealing sculptures from his beloved mother’s garden.
His family won’t believe what he has seen, so Ivan, an autistic twenty-three-year-old, goes out alone seeking proof of the mysterious bird. FORREST GUMP meets the sci/fi folktale flavor of LUNAR CHRONICLES as Ivan discovers his autism makes him invaluable to scientists who would use his brain to further their own ends. Ivan is thrust into the center of a conspiracy to bring down a foreign government, unsure of who to trust or what consequences his choices might hold.
The key to Ivan’s survival lies with a spy crucial to the rebellion, a woman code-named Trojan Horse. A woman who has Ivan’s eyes. A woman who knows Ivan’s face. A woman callous enough to walk out on an autistic son.
A midwife placed her hands on the small of Vasilisa's back, pressing hard to relieve the pain of the contraction. Three other midwives lounged within the chamber, alternately humming the Entrance to Life prayer and munching on cheese and crackers.
The four women had been with Vasilisa now for most of the day, humming and singing with her as she moaned in pain.
This stubborn child, Vasilisa thought. Torturing me in my prison.
The contraction sharpened.
Vasilisa's moan rose with it, piercing the air with agonized song. She smelled blood; the time was coming due for the child to complete the ritual. She sensed the midwife motion for the others, and through a veil of pain, she saw the women amble over to her.
Strong hands gripped her by the arms and led her to a tub of water in front of the fireplace. Steam skimmed the surface of the water, which had been kept ready by two skilled maids, who now stood trembling in the corner.
"Get them out of here!" Vasilisa said, motioning wildly at the maids. They fled, and Vasilisa groaned as another contraction hit before the previous had fully receded.
The midwives removed her robe and helped her naked body into the tub. Gripping the metal sides with her hands, Vasilisa squatted in the water. She rocked from side to side on her heels, allowing her pelvis to relax in the warm water as yet another contraction began to build.