Face-paced thrillers set it in the Pacific Northwest and Alaska.
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Fredrick Cooper was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest and lived in Alaska for many years. Before obtaining a doctorate in civil engineering and pursuing a professional career, he worked as a road surveyor, longshoreman, commercial fisherman, cannery worker, and even as a technician and news anchor for a cable television station in a small community in Alaska. He is of Coastal Salish and Lower Chehalis Band descent and is enrolled with a Northwest Indian Tribe. In addition to his second career in writing fiction, he is a master woodcarver, specializing in Native American artifacts such as canoe paddles and ceremonial items. He is a member of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association and the Willamette Writers and his novels have received several awards. He currently lives in Portland, Oregon and is working on another story.
books by fredrick cooper
Enthralling stories alive with adventure and suspense set in the vivid worlds of the Pacific Northwest and Alaska.
“Even if the heavens were to fall on me, I want to do what is right…I never do wrong without a cause.” Geronimo Chiricahua Apache
“We who are clay-blended by the Master Potter come from the kiln of Creation in many hues.
How can people say one skin is colored, when each has its own colorization?
This Memorial Day I have someone special to remember–the grandfather I never met. In fact, I had never known much of anything about Fred Harmon Cooper, the person after whom I am named.
“Now you have done it, my friend. I liked the cadence, the story within a story, and the characterization—as well as the description of SE Alaska and the locations—been there, done that. Very nicely done. Thank you for sharing Glacier World with me—it is truly a gift!”
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Norika was making very little progress in resolving a problem that had consumed her every waking moment of the last four months—from the day that the island of Honshu had experienced a major earthquake. The fact that nearly 20,000 people had died, 400,000 people had been left homeless, and a nuclear power plant had leaked radioactivity and caused a meltdown did not bother her. Her concern was for a very small, unmanned watercraft—an escape pod that had been lashed to the aft deck of a freighter that just happened to be anchored in the Miyako Harbor at the time of the quake.