Krymzyn by BC Powell
Publication Date: October 4th 2014
Genre: New Adult Science Fiction Fantasy
~Summary~
Chase was twelve the first time he arrived in a strange land where dark, ominous clouds never move, ancient trees violently spring to life during Darkness, and people seem to live without emotion. Doctors tell him they’re hallucinations, but he knows his visits are real. She’s there—Sash—and she’s more real than anyone he’s ever known.
His visits stop but, as years pass, the memories haunt Chase. Without warning, the young man suddenly finds himself again in a world called Krymzyn. Arriving during Darkness, he’s rescued from death by the extraordinary, beautiful, but terrifying young woman he first met when he was twelve.
When Chase is thrust into the war of balance against vile creatures who threaten all who live there, Sash helps him understand his purpose in Krymzyn. A dark secret from the beginning of time reveals he might be able to stay there forever. To prove he belongs in Krymzyn and be with the only woman he can ever love, Chase will have to risk his own life in the ultimate battle.
His visits stop but, as years pass, the memories haunt Chase. Without warning, the young man suddenly finds himself again in a world called Krymzyn. Arriving during Darkness, he’s rescued from death by the extraordinary, beautiful, but terrifying young woman he first met when he was twelve.
When Chase is thrust into the war of balance against vile creatures who threaten all who live there, Sash helps him understand his purpose in Krymzyn. A dark secret from the beginning of time reveals he might be able to stay there forever. To prove he belongs in Krymzyn and be with the only woman he can ever love, Chase will have to risk his own life in the ultimate battle.
~Excerpt~
“Murkovin!” a roaring male voice echoes
through the hills.
Rain plummets from the sky, blackened
storm clouds churn in place, and my eyes try to adjust to Darkness. I spin to
the shout behind me, immediately knowing I’m on the same hill as I’d been when I
was twelve. There’s not a doubt in my mind.
Needles race up my spine when I see the
shirtless creature crouched at the base of the hill. Tall with black veins
bulging from ghostly white skin, the beast of a man scans the terrain. Wearing
only black leathery pants, firm ridges of muscle lining his stomach and chest,
he wildly swings a metal spear in one hand.
His head snaps to me. Long black hair
twined with white whips across his face while his empty hand slashes the air in
front of him. When his eyes touch mine, shadowy sockets flare blood red. The
brute charges up the hill at me.
I lurch the other way and sprint into
the meadow below. A torrent of rain slams against my skin as deafening creaks
pierce the air. I see the flailing tree in front of me and try to stop, but my
bare feet slip across the slick wet grass.
A glowing red limb lashes at me, slams
into my chest, and hurls me to the ground. As the branch smashes into me again,
I jerk my hands up in defense. Blood instantly spurts from gashes torn into my
face, neck, and arms. Rolling across the grass, I frantically try to get out of
its reach.
When I stop a few feet away, landing
flat on my back, I stare straight up. A monstrous bough high above flexes into
a fisted hand. I try to jump to my feet but a blur scoops me from the ground.
As we speed away from the tree, silky wisps of black and scarlet brush across
my face. A thunderous slam vibrates from behind us, the wooden fist pounding
into the ground where, a moment earlier, my body would have been.
Into the valley we race until we’re
outside the range of groping limbs. After we slide to a stop, I’m gently set on
the grass. I look up to see the girl I met when I was twelve standing over
me—the girl called Sash.
Her thin arms are barbed with muscular
detail as she tightly grasps her spear. Metallic points, steel spikes sticking
out the top of a pack slung over her shoulder, flash from behind her head. She
peers down at me through radiant amber eyes.
“Are you injured?” she growls, silver
raindrops beading down her hair.
~About The Author~
BC Powell is a fantasy author from Los Angeles, CA. "Krymzyn" is his debut science fiction fantasy novel, the first book in a series titled "The Journals of Krymzyn."
Powell has a diverse background, having held several creative positions in the entertainment industry, including executive roles at ABC-TV and Technicolor. In recent years, he's authored several non-fiction works, primarily educational books and training programs for trading the financial markets. He dual majored in journalism and philosophy at Trinity University in San Antonio, Texas.
Writing fiction has been his lifelong passion and goal. "Krymzyn" is his first published novel and represents, in his words, "finally finding the story I want to tell with characters that are able to bring that story to life." He's an avid reader and lists Ernest Hemingway, Frank L. Herbert, Stephen King, Jane Austen, and Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. as his favorite authors.
Brad, as he prefers to go by in personal communication, lives with his longtime girlfriend, three sons from a previous marriage, and their rescue dog and cat. He enjoys hiking, ocean kayaking, spending time at Southern California beaches, movies, and reading.
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~Guest Post~
~Giveaway~
Writing fiction has been his lifelong passion and goal. "Krymzyn" is his first published novel and represents, in his words, "finally finding the story I want to tell with characters that are able to bring that story to life." He's an avid reader and lists Ernest Hemingway, Frank L. Herbert, Stephen King, Jane Austen, and Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. as his favorite authors.
Brad, as he prefers to go by in personal communication, lives with his longtime girlfriend, three sons from a previous marriage, and their rescue dog and cat. He enjoys hiking, ocean kayaking, spending time at Southern California beaches, movies, and reading.
Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads
~Guest Post~
A Male Author in a Female-Dominated Genre
If you scan “new adult” and “young adult”
novels, the vast majority of titles you come across are penned by female
authors. So why am I, a man, writing in this genre?
First, let’s define “new adult” as something more
than just a novel with the protagonist in the eighteen-to-twenty-six-year-old age
range. Wikipedia says:
“Many themes
covered in young adult fiction such as identity, sexuality, depression,
suicide, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, familial struggles, and bullying are also covered in new adult fiction, but
the various issues that are dealt with in the category hold it separate. Some
common examples of issues include: first jobs, starting college, wedding
engagements and marriage, starting new families, friendships post-high school,
military enlistment, financial independence, living away from home for the
first time, empowerment, loss of innocence, fear of failure, and many others.”
The last time I checked, all of those issues
are faced by both males and females. So why aren’t more males writing in the
genre? It’s important to remember that women buy 58% of all books
published and closer to 70% of “new adult” novels. So is this a case of women authors
being better able to cater to the audience?
I have three sons ranging in age from sixteen to twenty-three.
Raising them in Los Angeles, I’ve experienced firsthand the challenges this age
range faces in today’s world. They’ve each had to overcome their own individual
struggles and obstacles in life. As a father, I’ve been incredibly proud to
watch how they’ve handled those struggles.
The male protagonist in “Krymzyn,” Chase, is full of
qualities I admire in my own children. He just happens to face many of the
challenges inherent to the new adult age range while in an alternate dimension.
No matter what’s thrown at him, he always maintains the “take whatever comes in
stride” attitude I admire so much in my sons.
But that brings us back to, “Why do women authors dominate
the genre?” I believe the answer is that many male authors, knowingly or not, write
from an androcentric point of view:
Androcentrism is the practice, conscious or otherwise, of
placing male human beings or the masculine point of view at the center of one's
view of the world and its culture and history.
“Conscious or otherwise,” we (men) just can’t help but inject
our egocentric male attitude into most of what we do. That POV won’t appeal to
most female readers. I felt I had to take steps to break out of that mold to
successfully write in this genre.
My first step was to choose a woman for my initial critique
who is highly experienced in sci-fi and fantasy. More importantly, she ripped apart
any scene or dialogue in the manuscript that slipped into androcentrism. The editor
I work with is also a woman who frequently works in the YA and NA genres, a
conscious decision on my part. In my notes to her, the first comment I made was,
“Please mark anything you see as having an overly male attitude.” And she did.
(Thank you, Mickey!)
This doesn’t mean that the book is written simply to cater to
a female audience. Chase is the embodiment of wonderful qualities that I hope
shine through his character to both male and female readers. He faces certain
challenges inherent to males and shares his male perspective on events and
emotions, but most of his struggles are those common to both sexes. In his
interaction with Sash, the female protagonist, he always lives by the words I spoke
to my sons when I had “the talk” with them. “Always show respect for your
partner, physically and emotionally, and expect the same in return.” We have to
remember that respect goes both ways.
And that brings us to Sash. I listened to comments from every male and
female beta-reader as well as my editor about anything that “lessened” her in
their eyes. I want her to be extraordinary, strong in the eyes of both men and women,
and never in need of rescuing. In fact, most of the time, she’s the one doing
the rescuing. In the end, I hope it’s obvious that she
doesn’t need Chase to be who she is, and Chase doesn’t need
her. But, together, they can be so much more than they would have been apart.
I don’t consider this a “messagey” book. But woven into the
story are underlying themes that are important to me: being aware of the world
around you, caring for and judging people based on who they are inside, and
being true to yourself. These are struggles every one of us has had to face. They’re
critical to our human discovery and development during the “new adult” years.
In the end, I’m hopeful that a male author can bring a slightly different
perspective and fresh understanding to these struggles.
~Giveaway~
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