You’re not going to believe what I have in store for you today author's D.K.
Gaston AND Carole McDonnell!
I know right! So let's get right into it.
Who is D K Gaston?
Darin is the author of more than a dozen books ranging from
Speculative Fiction to Crime novels. His first book was published in 2007.
After serving five years in the military, he began college, earning a degree in
Computer Science. Since earning his degree he’s gone on to earn two Masters
degree in Technology Management and Business Administration. His experience in
the military and computer sciences has shaped many of his stories and
characters over the years. He also writes under the name Keith Gaston.
Taurus Moon
Gaston's most recent speculative fiction novel is Taurus Moon: Magic &
Mayhem, which is the follow-up to Taurus Moon: Relic Hunter. Taurus makes his
living by searching for supernatural artifacts for anyone willing to pay his
price. These two novels are among my favorite because it allows me to express
my humor as much as the fast-paced actions throughout the books.
Book Description
Taurus Moon: Magic & Mayhem is a fast-paced action and fantasy
novel, sprinkled with humor. After saving the lives of a family about to be
slaughtered by Lycans, Taurus and Gully are pulled into a realm where magic is
supreme and technology is nonexistent. They must travel through harsh lands to
find their way home.
The uneasy alliance between an evil sorceress queen, Morgana le Fay,
and Grimes, a Lycan king, is threatened because of the relic hunter’s and
mage’s presence. Taurus and Gully will have to use every trick they’ve every
learned to survive the looming battle, but will it be enough?
Author Cerece Rennie Murphy, author
of Order of The Seers read Taurus Moon and loved it! Check out her review of
Taurus Moon she did for Black Speculative Fiction month…
Taurus Moon Relic Hunter is available in the following formats: Ebook, paperback, & audio
Taurus Moon Magic Mayhem is available in the following formats: Ebooks, paperback
Taurus Moon Magic Mayhem is available in the following formats: Ebooks, paperback
Visit
his blog at http://dkgaston.blogspot.com/
Today's headliner in the Butler Banks Tour is
Carole
McDonnell!
Carole McDonnell is a novelist, a writer of
fiction, devotionals, poetry, reviews, and essays and my works have appeared in
many publishing venues, in print and online. I live in New York with my
husband, two sons, cat Freddie and my dog, Hemotep.
“I've written for as long as I can remember. My Jamaican family was
always telling stories and mother had memorized the opening chapters from
several books, such as Ivanhoe, A Tale of Two Cities, etc. I was especially
good at adapting. Somehow I felt the stories I had inherited from the European
tradition (stuff we learned in school or watched on TV) always needed to be
tweaked to include (subtly) matters that were important to a little Jamaican
girl growing up in a Jewish-neighborhood in Brooklyn. I remember the day I
decided I was a writer. It was the day a classmate grasped a poem I had written
from my desk and brought it to the teacher who proclaimed the poem
"great." I was hooked.”
She studied Literature in college, not creative writing. Because she
wanted to write great literature that would be ageless. McDonnell still hopes her stories will be timeless. Her
reviews appear in print and at various online sites. My first novel, Wind
Follower was published by Juno Books in September 2007.
The book we're highlighting today is Wind Follower
A fourth tribe has come to the land
of the three tribes — and the light-skinned newcomers are fated to change the
tribes' way of life and religion. Satha, a dark-skinned woman from a poor
Theseni clan, and Loic, her wealthy young Doreni husband, are too busy forging
their new life together to pay much heed. But when Satha is dishonored and Loic
must avenge her, they find themselves drawn into a cultural battle.
Kidnapped and enslaved, Satha
strives to retain her autonomy. Loic struggles against Arkhai, spirits who fear
his quest will lead him to the true god whose place they have usurped. With the
Creator's aid, there remains hope the two will be reunited and find their
mutual destiny — even if it means losing the love and respect of their
comrades, families, clans, and tribes...
The Wordsmith: You call WIND FOLLOWER a Christian
fantasy, was it difficult to find a home for WIND FOLLOWER?
McDonnell: The Christian publishing world is pretty
rigid and I knew Wind Follower wouldn't fall easily into their world. I wanted
to deal with sexuality, racial issues, interracial-intercultural romances,
imperialism, and "pagan" cultures. And I knew they wouldn't want to
touch any of those things because the CBA publishers didn't consider those
issues "safe" for their audience. I got rejected by CBA gatekeepers
with interesting lines like: "I like this book but I would be fired if I
published it." Or "It was going along well but then you delved into
certain areas..." Or "this is the best speculative christian book I
have ever read but our readers would not like it."
On the other hand, I wanted the book to be Biblical in some places and I figured that would be a problem with secular publishers. It turned out not to be. Juno really doesn't publish Christian fantasy but my friend, Nick Woods, a white South African writer, says I "walk the borderlands." And that is true. I'm black and I can easily talk to white folks about race. I'm Christian and I have close friends who are non-religious or who belong to many different religions. I'm staunchly myself, yet I seem to have a kind of ambassadorial quality and ease with talking to folks who would not like any of my "labels." Black, Christian, whatever. In a conversation with a white gay writer friend the topic came up in which we wondered who our audiences would be. She figured her readers would probably be straight. Well, I tend to think my primary audience will be non-Christians. I'll have black readers and Christian fans, of course. So it wasn't hard for Juno to accept me. I'm not preachy, and the story's world is like any other fantasy world...except it comes from a Black American pentecostal worldview. But my readers will probably be pretty much anyone who likes speculative fiction.
On the other hand, I wanted the book to be Biblical in some places and I figured that would be a problem with secular publishers. It turned out not to be. Juno really doesn't publish Christian fantasy but my friend, Nick Woods, a white South African writer, says I "walk the borderlands." And that is true. I'm black and I can easily talk to white folks about race. I'm Christian and I have close friends who are non-religious or who belong to many different religions. I'm staunchly myself, yet I seem to have a kind of ambassadorial quality and ease with talking to folks who would not like any of my "labels." Black, Christian, whatever. In a conversation with a white gay writer friend the topic came up in which we wondered who our audiences would be. She figured her readers would probably be straight. Well, I tend to think my primary audience will be non-Christians. I'll have black readers and Christian fans, of course. So it wasn't hard for Juno to accept me. I'm not preachy, and the story's world is like any other fantasy world...except it comes from a Black American pentecostal worldview. But my readers will probably be pretty much anyone who likes speculative fiction.
Carole
McDonnell reading the prologue for Wind Follower
But wait…there's more!
This is How You Make a World
by Carole McDonnell
To the left was a small planet, gray, apparently lifeless, about one
eighth the size of the destroyed, forsaken earth. To the right, about three
million kilometers from Searcher 871, was a large planet, green, blue and gold,
reminiscent of the old earth — but eight time its size— populated by humans
with various stages of civilization development. The Searcher had stopped in between both
planets, equidistant from both. Inside, its aging inhabitant debated the pros
and cons of the terraforming the smaller planet or sending their children into
the populated world.
Terraforming would take six months. Not long, considering the ship’s
inhabitants had been in space for eight years, since the blighted earth had
died.
But the artificially created air, food, light, was already taking
its toll on the children. The damaged children, children born with limited
mental and emotional and physical abilities because of the tainted foods,
pharmas, and air of the old earth. Their parents too were fading, on their last
legs — as the old earth maxim went.
But the other planet, the one that shone like a big aqua marble in
the dark sky presented other problems. True, its inhabitants had their share of
petty wars. But, as far as the aged navigators could tell, chances of atomic
bombs and other damages wrought by science were not little. The planet was
large, resources varied and many, and tribes — who were as varied as those in
the craft— were scattered across the planet. The travelers of Searcher 871
could place their damaged children in a small wood — a natural Eden, if
possible— and the children and their future descendants would not be found for
hundreds of years to come. But there
were fears and questions, especially among the darker-skinned inhabitants of
the craft, about conquest and racial discrimination. The humanoid inhabitants of
the planet had features the earthers did not have, and vice versa.
Both planets were the first they had encountered that could take on
human life, their shared sun life-giving and rare for human life.
“I choose to terraform the asteroid,” Lily, the African-American
woman navigator said.
“Why put our children in a world that will challenge them? We have
the skill to make the asteroid suitable for them and their needs.”
“A whole year?” Denny, the Irish Captain replied. “Can they survive?
Can any of us survive that long? And if we terra-form, won’t we be using up our
resources even more? Our ability to recycle the air, the food, will be taxed.”
There were eighteen adults of all races, of pleasant enough
dispositions. They knew how to accommodate themselves to others and to the
world. Before the earth died, most parents — those who were actually fertile—
had children who were “damaged” and labeled as mentally “limited” or
“developmentally slow.” Yet, these children were viewed as a blessing because
children themselves were so rare. The year the earth died, ten thousand ships
had departed the earth, each with about five hundred crew members. Over the
years, most of the crew of 871 had died, or gone stir crazy and suicidal
(another American earth phrase.) It had
been difficult to explain the deaths to the children — who were both young and
“limited.” But the crew had managed, telling the children that the dead crew
members had really gone to worlds along the way. The children — if they missed
the dead at all— believed the crew’s protective lies. But now, as the remaining
elders looked at each other’s wrinkled faces and at the faces of their
children, they knew their limits. Death would come soon. Puberty would appear.
Lily often wondered if puberty would be natural. Would the children
“know” what to do? Would “nature” take its course? Some of the children were
astute enough to understand many things. They would share their knowledge no
doubt. Others could barely feed themselves. But these are the last of Earth
humanoids, Lily thought. Unless some others have survived, we are all that’s left. And even if others
have survived, aren’t their children as wounded and “limited” as ours?
As the old travelers looked on their children, they could only come
to the decision that terraforming might take a year, but their children would
not survive in a world that was not specifically meant for them. Terraforming
it had to be. The year went by. No longer did they see the stars passing past
them (or vice versa.) No longer did they use the great craft’s power to move
forward. All its energies were used to create a perfect land for their
children. During that year, five of the eighteen parents died. But their
children lived and were taken care of by the others. And each day, the planet
took on its form.
A great dome was built around the planet — the laser technology
creating a new atmosphere. The ice at the poles farthest from the sun were
melted and pushed toward the equator where lakes —not deeper than a man’s foot,
not wider than a mile—were built. The seeds of non-genetically-modified
non-poisonous plants, the frozen larvae of insects and embryos of animals that
would bow to humans were planted in green forests, cold artic poles, and
deserts.
At last, the day came when the parents landed their craft on the new
world. Some eighty children exited the craft. Lame, halt, mute, mentally
limited — a joyous kind new breed of humans, incapable of hatred or pettiness.
It was not known if the damage to their bodies and minds was mutagenic. Nor was
Lily sure how long she and the old ones would live in that world. The children
sat on the grass in front of her — their minds not really focused on the sex
video she was showing them. But how could they focus? They had never seen a
lake before, or little bunny rabbits, or sheep or bees before.
But Lily stood there and pointed to the dolls, then at the sex
video. “This,” she said, hoping some would understand and would teach the
others, “This is how you make a world.”
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