My guest today is Raphyel Montez Jordan, artist and author of PROSSIA. Follow ALL the stops on his blog book tour!
His bio states:
Raphyel Montez Jordan grew up in a household sensitive to the creative arts. As a child, his hobbies were drawing favorite cartoon and video game characters while making illustrated stories. This passion for art never left and followed him all the way up to his high school and college years.
It wasn’t until college when he underwent a personal renaissance of sorts that Jordan took his interest in writing to another level. When he was 19, he started writing a novel for fun, taking inspiration from the constant exposure of different ideas and cultures that college showed him while staying true to the values he grew up to embrace. However, when the signs of the times influenced the story and the characters to spawn into universes of their own, he figured he might possibly be on to something.
Even though his novel is not necessarily a religious book, Jordan utilizes his Christian faith by urging people to encourage, not condemn, in his story. Best known for ending his PSFC newsletters with Unity Within Diversity, he hopes Prossia’s success will inspire people to consider and support the positive outlook in the difference human kind can share, whether it be race, religion, or any other cultural difference.
See why I’m intrigued? Not to mention he’s
gorgeous obviously intelligent.
Now for an excerpt:
“Where are you going, Aly?” Gruago asked as he watched the Goolian walk away.
“Either my pappai, Lord Juazi or Gurthyrus are going to come over here with the intent of rolling heads off some shoulders,” she answered. “I’d rather not be in the company when it happens, thanks.”
Gruago shrugged and gave his attention back to Cy and Catty.
Aly headed off ahead so she could catch up with the elders since they wouldn’t be too far away. The grass was getting up to her waist the more she pushed on, and the sound of music behind her grew fainter. The more Aly walked, the less confident she got in heading back towards the elders since she didn’t see any sign of them yet. She stopped and made sure she was still heading in the right direction by checking the fungi growing on a nearby tree.
Catty’s ears suddenly twitched, and she moved her hips away from Cy. She and the two masters saw Juazi sprinting as fast as she could towards them seconds later. The Argutain skid a little as she shouted, “Music Off!”
The speakers stopped playing, shrunk, and flew back into one of Gruago’s pockets.
“Are you lot out of your mind?!” Juazi hissed.
No one besides Cy had enough courage to speak up to the elder.
“No need for worries, ma’am,” Cy insisted. “We were just having a lil fun, is all.”
“Dammit Cyleroa! You above all else should know better!” Juazi said between her teeth. “Every time you make a sound, you’re giving off our position! Now enough toying around and get your asses back with the rest of the squad double. . .where’s Alytchai?”
A sound to Aly’s right made her ear twitch and she had her rifle in her hand before her mind even knew she had grabbed it. She saw some grass rustling in an opening where the sunlight was able to beam down through the trees. There were intense red flowers growing right in the sun’s rays, and a tiny reptile scattered away when it noticed someone was looking at it. Aly sighed and laughed at herself before she headed over to the opening so she could get a closer look at the flowers. She took one step out into the opening, and another creature did the same from the other side.
Aly gasped, the Cyogen that was drawn by the music and flowers gasped, and neither budged a muscle. Aly still had her weapon in hand, and the Cyogen only had to raise his gauntlet and fire. The Goolian tried to hide her fear, but to her surprise, the Cyogen looked even more terrified.
Waiting, waiting. What were they supposed to do? Aly felt a stream of sweat run down the side of her head. The Cyogen felt his hands shaking. Waiting, still waiting. Both were trapped and looking at death.
A flock of birds broke the silence, and Aly’s instincts took over.
“Wait!” she heard the Cyogen yelp.
Too late. One single shot in the nose, and the Cyogen’s face pulled away into molten flesh before he dropped to the ground. Aly staggered back into a tree and covered her mouth. She wiped the sweat from her head and switched the blaster into pistol mode and waited.
~ * ~
Not just an alien-setting shoot-em-up, is it?
Author website: http://www.raphyelmjordan.com/
Novel Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Prossial-Novel-Page/130106780371024?fref=ts
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A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character is faced with Aly’s dilemma.