The
summer sun bathes the beach in warm light as the surf plays with the shore,
tossing itself forward and falling back in happy blue-green rhythm. The sherry
in my glass sparkles with diamond-bright light, scattering rays in every
direction.
I see the shadow
approaching over the ocean before I hear the hiss of fans. It grows larger in
my vision, a massive dark shape studded with antennae and heavy weapons
turrets, slamming through the tops of the waves with military disdain. I glance
at my watch. Right on time.
The
hand-held radio on my side table breaks squelch. The hovercraft commander’s
voice is strained with tension: “Delta Sierra, this is Hotel Charlie One-Seven-One
, declaring an emergency! Power system control failure. Request guidance key
and immediate approach clearance!”
I
press a second button on my radio, and key up again. “Hotel Charlie, buoy transponders
are active. Follow sequence Twelve, Eight, Six, Four, Three through the reef.
Approach is clear to the dock.”
The
hovercraft begins to follow the buoy sequence, but its speed is too great; it
fails the turn at Three and runs over the reef. Its shroud flies into shreds as
a gout of flame bursts from the power section. A single escape pod breaks from
the wreck just before the craft disintegrates and sinks. The chute blows at
minimum altitude and it settles into the sand fifteen feet away.
I
pour a second glass of sherry as the door opens. A slight, feminine form
emerges, straightens and staggers to the vacant chair next to mine.
People,
allow me to introduce this week’s special guest, Science Fiction Author Cindy
Borgne, here to talk about her novel Vallar. Welcome, Cindy!
11.)
From the fan pages: What got you to want
to be a writer?
I
think it mostly comes from having an overactive imagination that needs an
outlet. I also enjoy the end result of a long project and enjoy sharing my
stories with other people.
2.) Also from the fan pages: What inspired Vallar?
The initial inspiration
came from a question. "What if someone had psychic ability, but was forced
to use it for war. Then what if he realized this was a horrible
thing?" In Vallar, Ian is raised to believe he's supporting his
organization for a reasonable cause and then he gets a wakeup call that he
is working for the wrong people and causing deaths of the innocent. Then
another question came up....”Will he be able to get away and what will he have
to do?”
I also enjoy taking the
reader to a different world, so that’s why it all takes place on Mars. Plus I
enjoy the challenge of writing a story that takes place there and all the
research one has to do. You could say I’m a geek.
3.) Why Science
Fiction?
I like stories that are
about something different or unusual, so my writing leans toward writing in
that genre. Although, my stories aren't what I would call hard science fiction,
they are more speculative and mainly about the characters and how they deal
with the situations I get them into – the poor things. But don’t worry, I do
cover the technology. I just don’t go overboard with too much info.
4.) Do you write in any
other genre?
I have another
novelette called "TransShifter" that I consider to be paranormal
fantasy. It's about a shapeshifter who finds out there is more to being human
than she realizes...while getting into all sort of trouble. I have also
tinkered with writing a steampunk story about Native Americans. You could say I
like to be different, and I'm open to other genres as long as it's about
something unique.
5.) Do I detect a
strong Bradbury influence in Vallar?
I don’t know if there
is a strong influence, but I’ve read a lot of Bradbury short stories. Many of
them I found to be page turners. There is one scene in Vallar that sort of has
the “Something Wicked This Way Comes” sort of element. Bradbury definitely was
one of the greats. I think the main thing I admire about him is how many
stories he produced. He’s even advised authors to produce as many stories as
possible because the more you have, the greater chance of publication and
success.
6.) What other authors
have influenced you over the years?
I would say Frank
Herbert, Orson Scott Card, Connie Willis, and Lois McMaster. I tend to prefer
the scifi writers who have character driven stories.
7.) What other projects
do you have in the works?
My first priority is
finishing the Vallar Sequel, it's currently at 82K words, but still a first
draft. Then I will attempt a post apocalyptic novel, as I've found that to be
the hot genre right now. I also really want a sequel for TransShifter too along
with that steampunk novel I mentioned. If only I didn't have a day job.
8.) What made you
decide to self-publish Vallar?
I wanted control over
everything involving the book, mainly the price. I think so far it has worked
out well because I've been able to participate in things like Kindle Select,
which contributed to a lot of sales. Not that there haven't been frustrations
and challenges (like marketing, which is difficult for most authors) But in any
case, I've learned a lot about publishing and gained readers.
Thanks again, Cindy. And now, folks, without further ado, we present: Vallar
At sixteen, Ian Connors has only one real friend and no hope for the future. He
also happens to be the secret weapon of a powerful military faction
bent on conquering all humans who have colonized Mars. His job is to use
his psychic ability to uncover secrets or hidden bases of other
factions. Ian not only uncovers a valuable hidden mine through his
visions, but also Kayla, a woman he sees himself with in the future. The only problem is she's on the enemy side.
Ian heads out into a battle to save Kayla. Instead, he discovers the death and destruction his visions can bring when in the wrong hands. Ian vows to never let anyone use him again. His goal is to escape and live in peace, but his superiors monitor him closely and defectors are known to mysteriously disappear. Deep down, he longs to be with Kayla. Despite his age, inexperience and few allies, he refuses to give up. He must outwit a cunning admiral and save Kayla from his own people or he will remain a pawn and forever separated from those he loves.
Ian heads out into a battle to save Kayla. Instead, he discovers the death and destruction his visions can bring when in the wrong hands. Ian vows to never let anyone use him again. His goal is to escape and live in peace, but his superiors monitor him closely and defectors are known to mysteriously disappear. Deep down, he longs to be with Kayla. Despite his age, inexperience and few allies, he refuses to give up. He must outwit a cunning admiral and save Kayla from his own people or he will remain a pawn and forever separated from those he loves.
Awesome, Cindy! Thanks again for stopping by. Now, we have a short excerpt of Vallar. Set it up for us, if you would.
In this scene,
Ian disobeys orders and goes out into a battle. It ends up being
more of a battle than he expected as his own people have under
estimated the enemy. Here the ship he's in has been hit by a shock wave
and is about to fall off the edge of a cliff.
The vessel teetered on
the edge of something. Outside, a thick mass swirled, making it impossible to
see. My heart beat out of control. The hull became like a cage with narrowing
walls. A crack formed on the front shield and grew in short spurts with every
movement.
A few others slowly
stood up. Nate’s feet barely fit on a small ledge. Another man hung onto the
wall opposite of him. I looked back and forth between Nate and the cracked
front port, which threatened to depressurize the vessel at any moment.
“Nobody move,” ordered
the captain.
“I’m slipping!” Nate
yelled.
“The port is about to
go,” I said. “Those men have to come down here.”
Everyone argued at
once.
“Nate!” I yelled over
the talking. “Try to come down slowly.”
“No, don’t move. You’re
going to knock us over.”
“He’s right. We have to
come down,” said a panicked voice. The man opposite Nate crawled down, but he
went too fast.
“Stop!” the captain
ordered.
The vessel swayed and
slid, threatening to fall at any instant. The crack streaked across the window
like a lightning bolt. I held my breath. The large transparent shield bowed
outward and exploded.
Clear particles flew outside and blended into the
churning heap. Men screamed as the craft depressurized.
“Somebody help him!” I
yelled.
Nate’s hands slid off
the wall. His arms flailed about as he tried to grab something. Two others flew
into him and pushed him out the front port along with them. Nate disappeared
into the churning dust.
“Nate!” I screamed as
the vessel tilted and slid downward
Thanks for having me, and of course, for that grand introduction.
ReplyDeleteWell, what I've seen of this book, it's worth a grand intro. :-)
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