I cut my teeth on science fiction. At the ripe old age of six, I was fascinated by Star Trek. I think my older half-brother started watching it but I couldn't get enough. About six weeks after the series concluded its original run, man walked on the moon.
In my nine year old mind, I saw the moonwalk--the entire space race--as just the beginning of a world like Star Trek. I dreamed of the day I could go where no man, or woman, had gone before.
Over the years, I read voraciously. Anything sci-fi, I inhaled the words off the page. Frank Herbert, Michael Moorcock, Andre Norton, Ray Bradbury, Robert Heinlein... Outer space, inner space, futuristic worlds. I read it. I saw Star Wars in the theater ten times.
So when I began writing, my family was mystified why I didn't write science fiction. Truth is, I was afraid I couldn't come up with a realistic world.
World building is a bitch. Not to say contemporary or paranormal doesn't have world building. If you set a book in Memphis, you want the reader to see Beale Street, feel the humidity, smell the sweet smells of barbecue mixed with the slightly rancid odor of the mighty Mississippi and hear the strains of the Delta blues.
But with my contemporary and paranormal stories, I had the advantage of using the real world as a backdrop. Things everyone is familiar with like the sky is blue and the grass is green. The social and political structure doesn't need a lot of description or explanation.
With science fiction, suddenly the sky can be green and the water purple. Alien races have to have a structure from the basic family unit to their economy to their politics. Making them the same as those on contemporary Earth can turn off the reader. Sci-fi readers want to escape from the ho-hum world we live in, not see it mirrored on other worlds. Not without a damn good reason.
So with a lack of good science fiction ideas from my muse, I avoided my favorite genre. Until last year. In a chat about a year or so ago, Brandy Walker of B Renae Reads mentioned she'd like to see something with angels and vampires.
The muse jumped in. "Hmmm..." *frowns* "Vamps and angels... Hummmm... Interesting..."
Well, at first I didn't really have time to do anything with it so I batted that baby into the back of my head. However, a few months later a bunch of talk was going around about space opera stories. Like Firefly (BTW, the most awesome sci-fi show of our time! Talk about world building!).
Vamps, angels, space opera... Vamps, angels and space opera, oh, my...
The result was ANGEL MOON. Vamps and angels in space, at war and in love. *cackle*
Well, I can't just create one story out of this new world, now can I? Why bother doing all that world building for just one novella? So the plan is three novellas!
Terra offers sanctuary to both Angellum and Virkola. Unknown to the humans, a truce exists there. To Terrans, the two species exist as myths. One is a frail, winged creature from religious texts. The other, a demon of the night, living off blood. Both are far from the truth…
Sorin thought sanctuary was the answer to their problems. Terra with its plentiful creatures, full of fresh blood and off limits to the millennia-long war with the Angellum—who wouldn’t think it paradise? Except paradise comes at a high price. Claiming a bounty on a renegade angel hasn’t ended up the way he planned at all.
Teo loves his ship, his life in space, but he loves Sorin more. The plan seemed sound, but the bounty is a fraud and now the price is on him and Sorin. He’ll make the best of the rest of his life with Sorin, even if it’s only for a few weeks.
But when hope appears from an unexpected source, both men grab chance by her wings.
Book two, SHROUDED ANGEL, is in the middle of edits. No release date yet but I'm hoping for a quick one.
The blurb for SHROUDED ANGEL:
Because of the Angellum, Patrea has spent his life afraid of loss. When darkness descends on the ship in the form of a strange angel, Patrea feels he can’t stay on the Avere. But departing would mean leaving behind the only light in his life, his bunkmate Hadreal. He needs to find the courage to tell Hadreal how he feels.The muse is a fickle enough creature without forcing stories out of nothing. However, when an idea strikes, you have to go there. And I'll always be grateful to Brandy for uttering those fateful words. "Vamps and angels."
Hadreal has always felt more than friendship for his younger bunkmate but bitter past experience keeps him from acting on his feelings. When a new danger brings them closer, he decides it might be time to live again. But now his chance at happiness may end before he’s able to sample it.
Sometimes it takes a brush with death to make life worth living…
The as yet untitled book three is plotted, just waiting for time to write it.
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