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Friday, November 2, 2012

Interview Author Mike Kearby Excerpt from Kavachi's Rise

About the Author:

From Wikipedia: Mike Kearby (born 1952) is an American novelist and inventor. Since 2005, Kearby has published ten novels, one graphic novel, and written two screenplays: (2011) Boston Nightly, with fellow writer Paul Bright and (2012) The Devouring. Boston Nightly is scheduled for filming in the spring of 2013.

Kearby was born in Mineral Wells, Texas, and received a B.S. from North Texas State University (now the University of North Texas) in 1972. He taught high school English and reading for 10 years and created ""The Collaborative Novella Project"" The project allows future authors to go through the novel writing process from idea to published work. Kearby began novel writing in 2005 and has completed eight novels, one graphic novel, and written the afterword to the TCU Press 2010 release of western novelist's, Elmer Kelton, ""The Far Away Canyon"".

""Ambush at Mustang Canyon"" was a finalist for the 2008 Spur Awards.
""A Hundred Miles to Water"" was awarded the 2011 Will Rogers Medallion Award for Best Adult Fiction.
“Texas Tales Illustrated” was awarded the 2012 Will Rogers Medallion Award for Best YA Non-Fiction.

Title: Kavachi's Rise
Series: The Devouring #1
Author: Mike Kearby
Genre: Damnation Books
Publisher: Horror, Thriller
Words: 56,000



Book Description:

A Dark Secret. Thomas Morehart and his sister, Kara are vampyre, not the undead, but creatures evolved over hundreds of thousands of years to mimic their prey, man. Then - rescued from a Nazi Prison Camp, Thomas and Kara are brought to the U.S. and forced to work inside government-owned mortuaries. Now -betrayed by the government sixty-seven years later, Thomas and Kara are in a race against time to transform back to their feral states or risk Exsanguination by government sanctioned hit squads.


The soldiers knew this lieutenant. Knew of him, anyway. Nikolai Borisoff was his Russian name, but if all the rumors were true, nobody knew his real name. Others of his kind referred to him as, “Rom baro,” the big man. But in the stories he was known simply as the necromancer hunter.
“Shall we put him in with the others, sir?” one soldier asked.
Nikolai ignored the question and squared himself off to stand face-to-face with the prisoner. He stared into the darkness of the creature’s eyes. “How do you write yourself?” he asked in Amria.
The creature stopped rocking. He looked up and opened a dark pit of a mouth. A word tumbled out: “Death.”
Nikolai frowned, “But where are the others?”
Death tilted his head right and left, like a confused animal trying to make sense of an unfamiliar sound. After several seconds of the head movement, he parted leathery lips and emitted a rattling laugh.
“Yes, the others, like yourself.”
“Killed, dead. All meat.”
“In the showers?”
“A death they would have welcomed.”
Nikolai leaned back. He stared across his left shoulder, down the rows of barracks where the camp’s prisoners were being assembled. The 48thhad found only a handful of them, yet intelligence had said there would be thousands. Reports had indicated as many as twenty thousand. He turned back to Death.
“Where?” he asked.
Death lifted his chin toward the camp entrance. “There,” he whispered. “Only a short way from the death gate. Toward the sea.”
Nikolai looked past the gathered prisoners and through the opened gates of the camp. Pine and aspen lined the road for as far as he could see. He turned back, questioning, “In the woods?”
“In the ground.”
Nikolai frowned. “Can you show me?”
Death shook his head. “I prefer here. It’s very bad luck to go to that place.”
Death began to rock again. “It’s a madhouse filled with all kinds of madness.”
Nikolai studied Death’s face. “Then you’ve been there?”
Death wagged a finger in Nikolai’s direction. “Oh, I went there once. It might even have been twice or maybe three times. I can’t be sure, for the madness takes away one’s sensibility.”
“And your job there?”
“I helped push the carts back to this camp.”
“Back? What had been on the carts before?”
“And when you returned?”
“Shoes…and pyjamas…and hair.”
“And what of those who once wore the shoes and pyjamas and hair?”
Death rested his chin against his knees once more and resumed his monotonous cantillate. Then, just as quickly, stopped. It looked up at Nikolai. Its pupils contracted. “Porrajmos!”
Nikolai narrowed his eyes and pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. His gaze darted back to the front gate and to the forests outside. “Are you saying violate?”
Death’s face twisted. He screamed again, “Porrajmos!”
Nikolai shook his head and released his lip. “To open? To open one’s mouth?”
Death stopped rocking and stared ahead, rigid. His pupils dilated back to their dead state. He exhaled a short breath, then pushed his right index finger into a spot just below his right ear and directly above his jawbone. He held his finger in the spot for several breaths, as if to make sure Nikolai understood, then slowly dragged the finger down his neck to his collarbone.
Nikolai watched, fascinated at the visual. “Rip open?” he uttered.
Death shook his head, exasperated, exhaled a rattling breath, and motioned with an outstretched finger for Nikolai to lean close.
Nikolai stooped forward and turned an ear toward Death’s mouth.
A gush of stagnant air rushed from the man’s lips and flowed across Nikolai’s cheek and nose.
Nikolai jerked away from the dead gas -- and from the two words that had drifted on the offensive fumes. He sucked in a quick breath and jerked the pilotka from his head.
Death nodded blindly, as if pleased, and then started rocking again.
Nikolai could only stare at the living corpse swaying in front of him.
Such a simple word.
And when translated into Russian, two words: The devouring.

Interview Questions….

What inspired you to become a writer? 

As a young boy, I read short stories by Ray Bradbury. I loved his stories: his ability to paint a picture with his words, and the strange twists he devised inside his storyline. I was hooked and decided that one day I would be a writer.

What genre(s) do you write? Why do you write the stories that you write?

I write horror, Sci-fi, and historical fiction.  I think like many writers, I write what my imagination “kicks-out.” The sad fact of writing is: you must write the story in your head if for no other reason than to get it out of your head. 

Where did the inspiration for your book come from?

The idea for The Devouring came while sitting at a red light in Lampasas, Texas. Glancing around, I saw a funeral home on the corner of the intersection and was immediately struck by the thought - if I were vampire, that’s where I’d hang out. I’m sure every writer in the writing world can relate to the fact that once an idea invades your mind, it will not leave until you write the story. So, The Devouring was born. Plus, I felt it was time to “evolve” the vampire story from the undead to living creatures that were an apex predator.

How long did it take you to put the story together?

I spent 3 months researching the Romani Holocaust, Vampire legend, and prey mimicry in nature. Then another 3 months to write the story.
Can you share a little about your novel with us?  (About the Book) and/or (Excerpt)
The Devouring is based on my premise that vampire are not the undead, but an animal species evolved over millions of years to harvest a specific amino acid chain in human blood. I make the distinction by calling my characters vampyre in the book. After WWII, vampyre are domesticated by the U.S. government. The domestication is achieved by allowing the vampyre to run government owned mortuaries where they have an unlimited supply of blood. That’s the storyline. The plot, of course, is much more involved.

Who is your favorite character in your novel and why? 

The vampyre sister, Tetanya. The funny thing about Tetanya is she literally hijacked my writing after chapter nine, demanding more reader face-time. I finally buckled to her wishes and gave her an equal role with her brother.
Now that your book is getting ready to hit the stores describe how you feel in one sentence?
Exhaustively pleased and pleasantly exhausted.
What has surprised you the most about the whole processes of getting your book on the market?
The speed of publication from the time the contract was signed to the book’s release. It was the fastest of any book I have sold.

How many books have you written?
10 Novels / 1 Graphic Novel
  • The Resonance (2011)
  • The Devouring~Kavachi’s Rise (2012)

Historical Fiction:
  • The Road to a Hanging (2006)
  • Ride the Desperate Trail (2007)
  • Ambush at Mustang Canyon (2007), 2008 Spur Award Finalist
  • The Last Renegade (2009)
  • The Taken (2010)
  • A Hundred Miles to Water (2010), 2011 Will Rogers Medallion Award for Best Adult Fiction
  • Dead Man's Saddle (2011)

Science Fiction:
  • The 13th Baktun (2008)

Graphic Novel:
  • Texas Tale Illustrated (April, 2011) 2012 Will Rogers Medallion Award for Best YA Non-Fiction

What are you working on next?

The Devouring Annihilation and a mystery, Chip Shot to Murder.
What do you like to do for fun when you’re not writing?
Cooking with my wife - Enjoying great food with family or friends.

How can readers contact you?

 When does your book go on sale and where can we buy it?  

Book went on sale on Sept 1, 2012.
eBook versions can be found at:
Print Copies will be available Sept 20, 2012 through your favorite book source.

Last but not least is there anything that you would like to add?

Yes, Thank you for having me!

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