About the Author
Celeste Sophia Crane is the daughter of housewife Patricia Miller and lobbyist Jonathon Crane. Born in Washington D.C. on March 13, 1983 and brought home to the couple’s two floor, white colonial as an only child. She was granted, and took appreciatively to, a fine education at the nearest private school, Edmund Burke, when of proper age. There she found pleasantness in casual friends and puppy-love companionship – a high school romance in the form of Matthew Seals.
Celeste was a star pupil, a participant of the volleyball team, and a member of the student council board. Matthew was an equally excelling member of Edmund Burke private school. Together, they completed their studies as expected, accepting a supportive ride by scholarships and loans to Harvard University. It is there she sought, and later fulfilled, a double major in Political Science and Psychology. But, not before there was a hiccup in her fine lifestyle.
Into their freshman year of college together, a spring vacation trip home was used to pronounce the news. The young couple had become engaged. The beaming bride to be exhibited her ring and the family shared their blessing. The long engagement continued into their sophomore year before all the strangeness happened: It started with Matthew finishing her sentences. It progressed to him avoiding outings with an excuse of horrible migraines, his grades faltering as he took a back row seat in class. Finally, he came clean. ‘I can hear peoples’ thoughts. I cannot tune them out. It is a constant barrage. Am I – Am I going crazy?” He didn’t show up to walk her to class the next day, or any day after that. Celeste was heartbroken. She could have loved and supported him through the mindreading, or the insanity if that was what it had truly been. But, she had never been given the chance. Her heartbreak was disguised with the effort to hide herself deeper into her text books, to withdraw from her family while away at college. However, only a few months into her constructive, but deep, sadness, there was news that put any self-loathing and even self-worth aside. She was given the gift of an unborn child growing in her stomach, with no father to protect them. She was to be a mother, to have someone to love. She had someone to protect. Nothing could matter more.
Cole Michael Crane was born on April 12, 2002. A small stretch of maternity leave only pushed back Celeste’s studies a few months, easily made up in a few earnest summer courses, while Cole was left during these studies in the care of his Grandmother and Grandfather. It was a loving environment and arrangement for them all. Celeste graduated in June of 2004 and returned home to her family. Insert life speed bump #2: November 2004. Daddy’s lobbying efforts had taken a turn after The Bomb hit New York. The event had shaken the capital city miles away, with the little Crane family included. Mr. Crane’s days were filled with talk of the Evolved. Not just in the office, which became a hub for Pro-Evolved work, but he could not escape it at the country club or the neighborhood barbecue. Even Mrs. Crane’s book clubs and “Political Wives’ Committee” jabbered on about it. It was everywhere.
But, never was there a day where the hot button topic had been pushed in the Crane’s family faces more than on November 8, 2008. When Mr. Crane arrived to his office, outside stood a line of protestors. Those of anti-Evolved beliefs had made themselves known outside the building on previous occasions, but never in such a fervor. Mr. Crane stepped through the picket line and made to enter the building. But, not before another office member got from his car and began a scene. Garth Clavin had had enough of the close-minded protestors. He began yelling and waving at them, trying to shoo them from the sidewalk outside the building. The crowd became uneasy, hot with tension. When Garth began accosting a young man with a picket sign, Mr. Crane stepped forward – at just the wrong moment. The protester swung his picket sign, catching Mr. Crane on the side of the head. He toppled in an instant, head thudding with a hollow crack against the concrete. Since then, the family has taken many days at Mr. Crane’s bedside, praying for him to rouse from his comma.
After filling her workdays with time spent in taking Mr. Crane’s place at her father’s office, Celeste has happened upon a new dream for bringing rights to the Evolved. For the past two years she has been working on a single novel in her free time. But, now it is something to which she plans to devote all her available attentions. After long, later hours at the office and support of her mother, Celeste finds herself with the financial means to take a hiatus for ‘regular work’. She has packed up her things and said goodbye to D.C.. Celeste and Cole have moved to New York City. It is here she plans to dig deeper, perhaps too deep, into the devious system that has been established to tag the Evolved population. She now works collecting testimonials, facts, and sources wherever she can for the soon-to-be released, promising bestseller: Hindering Evolution.