Alistair Coney is drowning in his grief. Newly widowed, the draft of his latest novel foundering due to an ending that neither he nor his editor liked, they bundled him onto a shuttle and sent him to Titan to finish his book. Along the way, he slowly begins to heal, little by little, and wonders if real beauty can be found in the age of unimaginable wonder and technology. On Titan, a chance encounter leads him on a voyage to the upper atmosphere of Saturn, where he finds his ending and sees what few get to see in person: the impossible rain. Tom Nixon lives in Iowa City,IA with his family. He spends many of his days behind a computer console being on the select group of professionals that is accorded the privilege of telling members of the law enforcement community where exactly they can go- and earning a paycheck for it. He has been known to enjoy a wee dram of whiskey at the end of the day.
