Literary
Nymphs Interview
Title: Forbidden Future, Book 1
“Embrace
the Future” Series
Author: Berengaria BrownPublisher: Siren BookStrand
Genre: Futuristic, MMF ménage
Release Date: 3 June, 2012
What
inspired the story?
The opening scene was a dream I
had. I got out of bed, and wrote it down, but I had no idea what it meant, or
where it was going. I showed it to author Anny Cook, and asked, “What do I do
now?” She told me to keep writing. She said that sort of thing happened to her
a lot. Either it turned into a book, or it would just stop. Well, I took her
advice, kept writing, and it turned into three books. And finally, with the
third book, I realized what the connection was. It is actually what happens
more than fifty years after the “Raw Claiming” series I wrote.
Forbidden Future: Blurb
More than fifty years ago, wicked winds, carrying deadly diseases, swept across the land, and their ancestors fled to a protected valley. But now the easy-to-gather food and fuel are used up, and the people struggle to feed themselves. The goods their ancestors had brought with them are worn out, and life is hard trying to feed and provide for themselves.
Zuri, Udo, and Tau love each other, but have to meet in the forest to make love. The people decide to go to the city to look for food and fuel. It’s Zuri who finds the ancestors’ truck and asks for a gift in return—that she, Tau, and Udo could be together. Their request is granted. Then everyone plans for the trip to the city. It’ll be very dangerous, but the three of them will be together. But will they find any food? Will they even survive?
EXCERPT
This is the opening scene that I dreamed.
He limped slowly up
the long hill, leaning heavily on his cane. From time to time he stopped,
breathing heavily, but he always began walking again, a little slower perhaps,
the cane digging deeper into the grass as he leaned harder on it, but he persisted
all the way until he finally reached the top.
When he arrived there,
he rested both hands on the walking stick then lowered himself to the grass,
dropping the last nine or ten inches onto his ass with a slight thump and an
expletive.
Dammit, I don’t know why I come here. It always makes my
knees ache and I always have to rest. Yeah and getting up is always a bitch.
Gonna be a helluva bitch again today.
He smiled. He knew why
he came. It was the only connection left to his childhood. A world long gone that
almost no one else could remember. He was only fifty-eight years old. Not so
old perhaps, but these days few people lived past forty. Life was just too damn
hard. He had a dim memory of attending an eightieth birthday party. For his
grandmother? Or likely his great-grandmother. Who knew anymore? But what he did
know, what he still saw clearly in his mind, was the crowd of really old
people, people in their eighties, nineties even, who’d been at that party.
Ah yes, it was more
than fifty years ago though. Before everything had changed. Before…
He looked around him,
taking in the panoramic view he’d expended so much pain and energy to see.
Every time he came here, he was aware it might be the last time. The last time
he could look into the distance and see the high buildings of what had once
been a city. It was crumbled now, ruined, with wild grasses growing up in the
cracked buildings. With houses and apartment blocks fallen down over what had
once been freeways.
The people he lived
with—or more accurately, the parents and grandparents of the people he lived
with—had escaped from that big city and made their home here, next to a
fresh-flowing river, in a lush valley where crops grew well. Where they were
protected from the wicked winds that raced across the land, destroying houses
and pushing down trees. Winds that for the first ten years had carried diseases
that killed anyone exposed to them for too long. Winds that even now sent
everyone scurrying indoors to shelter until they blew themselves out, even though
no one had died from wind-borne diseases for many years now.
No one knew exactly
what had happened. He was much too young then to understand more than the
desperate scramble to leave the city and travel as far and as fast as they
could. Until they came to the valley and there they stopped and hid and
sheltered and stayed, building a new home.
But he remembered the
city and yearned for its conveniences. For lights that went on when he flicked
a switch. For foods that stayed cold on hot days, and for the ability to heat
and cook food in moments, instead of it taking hours. The young children
thought his stories about his childhood were just stories since almost no one
alive had lived in the city. But although he’d only been a child then, his mind
was not deranged. His memories were clear. However, he’d learned not to speak
of them anymore. So here he came to look, to remember, to wonder what the
children growing up in the valley would have for their future. So much hard
work to produce food and fuel, and so little time to appreciate anything of
beauty. No time for joy or learning. What would their lives hold?
As he sat there he
came to a decision. He would insist on all the children being taught to read
and write, would teach them himself maybe. Even though everyone’s days were
full of the hard work needed just to stay alive, and fuel was much too scarce
to be wasted lighting the village after dark, he would find a way to instill
basic literacy in the newest generation. If they were ever to have time for
leisure, ever to be able to provide more than the basic necessities, it would
only happen through people trained to think of more than mere survival. People
trained to appreciate beauty and learning. It was up to him. He would rise to
this new challenge.
Where
can we find your website?
Website: http://berengariabrown.com/
Friend me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/berengaria.brown#!/berengaria.brown?v=info
Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/BerengariaBrown
