Commander Roni

Publisher Marketing: Commander Roni resulted from working with people with disabilities, more accurately diffabilities. I always suspected that these people could do things that were beyond my ability to understand. I met many kids with CP who performed feats of mind control matching the abilities of mystical gurus as if they were easy and completely normal. I felt that people locked-in from ALS learned amazing things they were unable to share. I always had a reverence for girls with Rhett Syndrome. It seemed to me that they transformed all negative emotions into pure love. Kids with autism gave me the impression that their minds worked so much faster than mine that dealing with me was like waiting for a snail to crawl up to the starting line. I worked with a little girl locked-in from ALD who seemed to me to be the oldest, wisest person I'd ever met. I've struggled for a way to make these things real within my limited concepts. That didn't work, but they are the only concepts I have to work with. I always wanted to write a book about what I experienced with these amazing people, but I haven't been able to find any concepts to make it real. So, I made up a story. The unlikely heroes of this story make this a new genre of fiction. Commander Roni inspires people who are normally excluded from society to do great things, working together. Most of the characters are people who are chronically homeless, or have abilities different than Walkie-talkies, people whose realities are oriented around walking and talking. These diverse people, who society treats as throw always, come together to stop a terrorist plot from a foreign government. They take on spies sent to carry out an insidious attack on America. The bad guys are trained killers, spies with guns and endless resources. They anticipated everything, except Commander Roni and friends. Nothing could have ever prepared them for what happened when they met Commander Roni and her big brother Willy. I have never had so much fun writing anything in my lifetime. C. Brahe