Prizm is one fantastic novel. It starts mundane, then gets wild, with truly awful werebears and challenging alien cultures. How do Amazons reproduce? Violently! How do you control the leader you assign? You make a clone, and replace it if it gets ideas. Things make savage sense.
Prizm takes the most awesome elements of many of the major blockbuster sci-fi and fantasy movies in the last twenty years and gives them a dazzling spin! Were-monsters, ruthless villains, Amazon warrior women, runaway clones, and take-no-prisoners Scotsmen are just the start.
Don't let the werebear scientists and buxom barbarian queens put you off--Prizm has elements of Dr. Who, Terry Pratchett, Robert E. Howard, Philip Jose Farmer, and a touch of the Dalai Lama, shaken and stirred into a quirky and improbable tale that shouldn't work but somehow succeeds. The Swiss cheese theory beats Einstein all to hell. I was fortunate to have read an early manuscript of this novel in 2008 and I don't think a week goes by since that I don't recall parts of it.
Living in southern California and working as a waitress in her senior year of high school Jen’s life changes drastically when she meets Bea, short for Beasil. At first a casual encounter that quickly changes when Bea’s nemesis, a werebear named Dr. Gukkle, captures Jen to use her as bait to lure Bea.
In a narrow escape from their werebear attackers, Dr. Gukkle and his assistant Professor Schnuck, Bea is forced to take Jen into the Prizm, a series of interconnecting routes in the spacetime fabric of the universe.
They arrive in the worlds of New Sulan where Jen encounters things she never thought possible including a populace of unwitting slaves who look to a celebrity dominatrix to pacify their lives and the evil Pontiff Council behind it all.