Friday Features Storm Slave by M. Garnet
Talks with
M. Garnet
Author of
Storm Slave
Today we turn our blog over to M. Garnet to learn about her book and where the idea came from as well as why she writes.
The STORM SLAVE by M. Garnet pits one man against many worlds full of greedy governments wanting what is buried within the mountains that peek up within the oceans of the storm planet. His strength from his two fathers is all that can save this world as he looks for help from a freed slave, an Assassin and the special tools left within the caves of the planet.
In the STORM SLAVE story, the storm planet is one of my favorite inventions and a place that I go back to in my stories. It came to me from Frank Herbert’s book DUNE or better still, the movie that showed the planet they left to go to the desert planet.
I decided it had to be challenging and exciting to be the animal that crawled from the stormy ocean to take shelter in a cave and eventually achieve intelligence. Wouldn’t they be stronger and braver than those that developed on most worlds?
So that one snip-it might tell a little bit about how I get my ideas. I get my ideas from everywhere and everything.
I once wrote a mystery story about detectives and one greedy killer and a beautiful Wiccan that had a fat black cat, all because my fat black cat decided she wanted a special treat. My cat thinks she is royalty.
When I am writing, I try to get in at least 1000 words a day, but when things are moving smoothly, it will be more. I have to admit I am not one of those organized authors that build an outline and find a title and get the names. I am the type of writer that just creates. If you look at my website you will see that I also paint and for me, writing a story is like painting. It starts with the blank canvas, and I pretty much know what I want to end up with, so I just need to add the words to get there. I have a strong idea about my characters and I often have to flesh them out as I tell the story. For me the story is as important as the characters, it must be interesting and move the reader to want to know what will happen next.
I open a narrow page next to my story page called NOTES and as I am writing the story I put down the names of each character and a description. I add additional notes that I will need to build the story or will need to refer to later in my story to make sure I keep my details correct.
As for being correct, I don’t hesitate to research and use whatever is available. Maps from today and maps from ancient centuries are now available. I have the minds of many friends and family to draw from and don’t hesitate. A family member of the armed forces can give details on weapons. A friend who was in China will know what mountains produce the best tea. Someone from Argentina knows if the herders wear spurs. In Florida, I have seen the flights take off at night and in early morning, sigh, and it makes me think of a future far away.
Why do I write? I can’t think of anything else that I would rather do.
Bio
I’ve run businesses and traveled extensive, but what I love the most is writing. Taking all my years of experience and from my many friends and fellow workers, I can add a lot of details to make a story better by drawing on my personal knowledge or asking those friends for information.
I now live in Florida and have the time to spend hours on my computers, letting my muse cut loose and fill the pages. With over forty books published and four of them as independents that I put out there by myself, I never tire of filling the pages with my tales.
I write Mystery, Romance and my favorite Scifi, all with a touch of love and happy ever after, but around a full story.
Blurb
The freed slave looked around in awe inside the city cave buried within the mountain, protected from the storms behind her on the wave-tossed ocean.
Walking toward her was the one man who held not only her future but the future of this planet in his hand. He alone knew the secrets to protect them all from the war that was approaching this one world, from a group of many greedy worlds.
Excerpt
Quill turned to the Assassin. “My fathers left me weapons. They told me one day I would need those weapons. Those amazing minds that no longer think like our normal beings forgot to tell me where they hid the weapons.” Quill looked over at the storm out on the ocean. “I think I can figure out how to use them, but I must find them. Can you help?”
The Assassin also looked out at the ocean. “There is a gemstone in the upper reaches of this cavern. I thought it was a strange place to store such a valuable small item. Perhaps I should go up and retrieve it.”
Quill would have laughed at anyone else saying such a ridiculous statement. From this tall, dark-skinned male with the long white hair braid, he could do nothing but smile in acceptance.
“I think, my fighting teacher, I would greatly appreciate it if you were to do just that. I will wait here and get relaxation from the storm.”
A nod of his head and Bogdan was again among the beams. This was not a quick job. The gem he remembered and puzzled about was high. It was buried up in the deepest crack of the final split of rock that was the last untouched portion of the top section of the cavern.
The cross beams stopped below its location, and he used his strong body to inch upward. His back was on one rock wall, and his legs pushed on the other as the crack narrowed to the point that held the green gem. The thought hit the Assassin that the gem was exactly like the green glitter of the Heir’s eyes.
Struggling upward, discarding his clothes to give him more room and traction, he ignored the deep scratches into his back as he inched higher. One last thrust with a knee and his long arm, at last, could reach the gem.
It burned, harsh and deep. He pulled back in confusion. Bogdan hesitated then yanked off his last bit of clothing, his cloth covering his groin.
Quill turned to find his guard once again caught by surprise as the dark Assassin dropped among them. For the first time since the explosions had begun, Quill smiled. Holding out a hand with a cloth wrapped item, was the entirely nude Master Assassin.
Quill took the offering from the hand but had to add a low-voiced comment. “As usual my friend, you came through as promised. But I see why the females in my city whisper about your sexual powers. Perhaps you would like to retire to treat your wounds and get dressed.”
With the dignity only a trained assassin could do when surrounded by dozens of soldiers and weapons while totally naked, Bogdan nodded.
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M. Garnet, Author
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