Briah is featured today. She is a kick-ass heroine who can hold her own in a man's world. But first let's learn a little about the author.
What or who inspired you to start writing?
I just really enjoyed reading and exploring fictional universes through other media as well but my mom and her work writing and editing is very inspiring.
How did you come up with ideas for your books?
I read a lot of fiction and enjoy historical fiction and the mixture between old and new technologies and societies. I liked the challenge of creating my own characters in this sort of mixed world. The challenges people face when they encounter the unknown and how they handle those challenges is a large part of what humanity is and relatable to anyone.
What expertise did you bring to your writing?
What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?
Im working really hard on the sequel to Blood Veins but I work full time and have a growing family so the time I have to write is limited. Im making steady progress though.
As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?
The sequel to Blood Veins which has a working title of Blood and Sand. That will almost certainly change but I got tired of saying the sequel to Blood veins. I'm about 50,000 words into the first draft.
If you could be one of the characters from any of your books, who would it be and why?
There is probably a little of me in all my characters but if I could pick one it would be Maximus from Blood Veins. He has the least amount of emotional and psychological problems.
Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?
I don't yet. I really want to start going to Willamette writers mid valley chapter in Eugene but finding the time is difficult. One of these days I just need to commit and go to their monthly meeting.
When did you first decide to submit your work? Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?
I decided to submit me work as soon as I was done with Blood Veins. My family encouraged me but I think it was always the plan.
What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)
I haven't solicited a lot of advice. Mostly I have just gotten a lot of good advice from my mom and my other editors. The best advice was to publish it Rogue Phoenix.
Do you outline your books or just start writing?
I don't outline my books. The first one was very linear. There was a group of people going from point A to point B. It was very easy to keep track of the story and the characters. Sand and Blood is much different as far as there isn't a physical linear journey to mirror the story and the journey of the characters. I'm having to do a lot more list making and note making to keep track of everything but still no outline per say.
Do you have any hobbies and does the knowledge you've gained from these carry over into your characters or the plot of your books?
My interest in history mostly Greek, Roman and Medieval has definitely carried over the rise and fall of entire civilizations is fascinating.
Do you have an all time favorite book?
It's really hard to pick just one. I'm sure I've answered this question before and answered it differently every time. The Name of the Wind is an amazing book and very well written. Dies the Fire and the books that follow it are also some of my favorites.
Have you started your next project? If so, can you share a little bit about your book?
I talked a little bit about Sand and Blood already but I can share a little more. Larista, the country the first book is set in, has been cut off from the rest of the world for centuries. In Blood Veins that comes to a crashing halt. In Sand and Blood the characters are now in the Free Cities on the other side of the barrier that had separated the two lands. There situation was bad in the first book but gets a lot worse in this one since the they have been separated from each other and any support from their respected factions.
Who is your favorite actor and actress?
I don't really have one.
Can you tell us a little about the black moment in your book?
Well that would be a little tough because talking it about it would give a lot away. It leads into the second book and things are going to get worse for the characters before it gets much better.
What is your favorite reality show?
Won't watch anything where crazy people are yelling at each other and running around like crazy people but Pawn Stars and Storage Wars are pretty good.
Anything else you might want to add?
Like me at my author page if you google Author Brian Young or go here, http://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Brian-Young/209003422499368, you can keep up with updates on Sand and Blood.
Well done," Briah muttered as she headed into the cavern. She scanned the room distractedly with the lights on her helmet. She walked all the way out to the edge of the walkway, her mind adrift as her feet wandered along the edge of the subway station. Her arms crossed, Briah stood looking at the tracks when she thought she heard a shuffling sound. Her mind snapped into focus and she remembered Percival's warning before she blew him off with her childish remark.
Briah slowly drew both her swords from their sheaths on her back. The metal sliding against her scabbards was ear-shatteringly loud in the silent cavern despite her best efforts at silence. Briah winced as her swords gave one final ping as they came free of her scabbards and leaned over the edge of the raised walkway.
Her eyes nearly jumped out of her skull as she tried to take in the sight before her. Pale skin, long gangly limbs, and oversized eyes with hugely dilated pupils stared back at her. The pupils shrunk and the eyes squinted as her lights came in contact with the thing crouching below her, but it didn't stop him from smiling. The smile made Briah feel nauseated. She felt dirty and soiled after he looked at her. Frozen in shock, Briah was unable to respond to the fist that exploded into her face.
The closest creature lunged out of his stance, one arm shielding his eyes, the other curled into a fist. His uppercut connected squarely with Briah's jaw, the bottom of her helmet shattered into a dozen pieces and the rest popped right off her head. Briah's teeth clicked as her jaw snapped shut, nearly biting off a piece of her tongue. Two other things sprung up, grabbed her and pulled her onto the tracks before her helmet clattered onto the ground.