QSFer Erik Schubach has a new FF Sci Fi/Fantasy book out:
Almost three thousand years after an extinction level event on Earth, mankind seeks to regain its former glory, in a new world where magic and technology collide.
Laney and Celeste, Templars of Sparo, embark upon a mission of mercy to a far off land to aid a people thought lost to time before the Altii even found the Lower Ten.
The Westlands are found along with a new enemy that Sparo may not be able to stand against… Avalon.
Can this new threat be the Great Wizards of the Before Times? New alliances will be forged, hearts will be held and broken as Laney faces her biggest challenge yet.
The riders approached us, their fearful eyes wide in disbelief as we went blazing past them toward the enemy, swords pointing, indicating our intent. The metal vehicle came straight at us, and I screamed a challenge. The staff in the man’s hand cracked and burped fire, for an instant I thought I could taste metal speeding toward me then there was nothing. Complete and utter darkness, devoid of any sensation then I was gasping on Goliath’s back as I snapped back five seconds to my present. I had died! Whatever magic they used had killed the future me in but an instant.
What kind of power did they possess?
But I had tasted metal, so it wasn’t magic as we knew it. I veered slightly and raised the flat of Anadele’s blade in front of me. With an impact that took my breath away and almost tore my blade from my hand, something metal that tasted of lead to me, slammed Anadele into me. I could taste burnt oak as one of the luck charms burned off of my hunting cloak.
Then I understood, they were using some sort of chemical reaction to propel pieces of metal at us. I growled and sped ahead of my protectors lowering Anadele’s tip toward the man, signaling my intent again. I was ready this time, and I was able to grab the projectile from the air as his weapon belched fire. I whipped it around me like a sling and politely returned the man’s property to him.
With a gurgled cry the man’s face erupted into a spray of blood, and he slumped, falling out the window, and his lifeless corpse rolled across the ground.
Celeste was standing atop Canter’s back as the vehicle closed on us, when another man popped up from a hole in the roof of the contraption and started using one of those flash sticks, burping multiple projectiles at a startling rate in a cacophony of sound. I pulled the tiny pieces of metal to orbit me as my girl issued her battle cry and dove into the air. Green sparks of magic trailed her as she flipped in the air, her blade gleaming with the mix of the red glow of the setting sun and the emerald fire of her power rippling down its length, her red hair streamed behind her like a bleeding scar in the air itself.
That moment is seared into my memory, as in my mind, I watched a valiant knight of old diving without hesitation to slay a dragon.
With a thud accompanying the horrendous sound of armor plating being rent by her powered blade, and the crunching sound of breaking glass, she landed on the vehicle. Her momentum and strength carried her blade with both hands along the front of the beast and through the front window, embedding deep into the chest of the man who appeared to be controlling it.
I got my start writing novels by accident. I have always been drawn to strong female characters in books, like Honor Harrington. And I also believe that there is a lack of LGBT characters in media. So one day I came up with a story idea that combines the two… two days later I completed the manuscript for Music of the Soul.
My writing style may not be the most professional nor grammatically correct, but I never profess to be an English major, just a person that wants to share a story. I maintain that my primary language is sarcasm.
Each of my books features strong likable female characters that are flawed. I think that flaws and emotional or physical scars make us human and give us more character than simply conforming to some “social norm”.