QSFer Anastasia Vitsky has a new FF sci fi book out:
What if heterosexuality were a crime?
In the world of Bastia, like must marry like. Basti, the supreme deity, has decreed so. Any deviation results in sanctions, imprisonment, torture, or even death. But how did this society come to be? How can a religion be based on hatred?
In these early chronicles of Bastia, we discover good intentions behind the benevolent theocracy gone wrong. Meet the founder of modern day Bastia, Altrea. Placed in a polygamous marriage to enrich her father, she finds love with one of her sister wives. Their husband’s reaction is swift and brutal. As Altrea struggles to make sense of the violence, she dreams of a world in which one woman can love another.
In this new perfect society called Bastia, justice reigns supreme. No one is above the law. The state will provide for all equally. But as Altrea quickly finds out, nothing is simple. Basti is love. Bastia is founded on love. So what went wrong?
How did a land of idyllic happiness turn into the dystopian regime that persecutes a young woman for loving a boy?
Come and meet Karielle and Soris before they reeducate the criminal who dared to love the wrong gender, and ask yourself one question.
Why is love a crime?
The first time I saw my father beat my mother, I ran away. Not because he hurt her—all husbands beat their wives—but because of what he said to me.
“Basti have mercy on the poor fool who wants to marry you.”
That was the reason for the beating, you see. Mother had chosen a nephew of her neighbor as my husband-to-be. Farget was the quiet and civil sort who would land an advisorship to our king within ten years’ time. Mother wanted me, her only child, to live well.
For the honor of marrying into the priestly clan, Father would have to provide a dowry worth several years of his income. He had no sons requiring an inheritance, but he also had no sons to provide for his old age. There would be no arrangement with Farget.
So when Jakal, a handsome newcomer, appeared and offered a herd of cattle as my bride price, Father grew thoughtful. I, the daughter of an ordinary clerk, could bring in a bride price commensurate with the daughter of a king? What fool would turn down economic security for his old age?
Father said yes.
Mother said no.
Father wouldn’t have beaten her just for saying no. Mother disagreed with anything Father said, on principle. But her “no” had no weight, either. Without his agreement, all of Mother’s marriage negotiations disappeared like dust scattered into the wind.
No, Father beat Mother for threatening to kill herself and me before she’d let “that heathen” touch me.
Cookie queen, wooden spoon lady, and champion of carbs, Anastasia Vitsky specializes in
F/F erotic fiction. She hates shoes and is allergic to leather. When not writing about women
who live spankily ever after, she coordinates reader and author events such as Spank or
Treat, Love Spanks, and Sci Spanks. Her favorite event is Ana’s Advent Calendar, a month-
long celebration of books, community, and making a difference.
She is too afraid to watch Doctor Who, but she adores The Good Wife, Madam Secretary, and
anything with Audrey Hepburn. In her next life, she will learn how to make the perfect pie