She is still visited with visions of the intergalactic telepathic jellyfish known as the S. Oteri, and still listening to the bad advice of editors and agents, when a simple and startling idea pops into her head: She will write a sequel to her first book. Thus substantiating the reality of the first for at least a very brief time.

Thus begins Preternatural Too: Gyre, surely one of the most improbable follow-ups in history.

Skipping forward and backward in time, in and out of this world and teetering on the edge of sanity itself, Gyre stands like the proverbial shout into the void, like the tree falling in the woods with no one around, like the thundering clap of just one hand, and like a glass that is neither half empty nor half full.