I met Solitaire on Twitter about a month ago. Turns out, we have a few things in common – a large number of the same indie friends and we write paranormal. He’s even turned up on a FB group I’m part of. He’s also a fellow animal lover. Solitaire hosted me and Don’t Fear the Reaper a couple weeks ago on his blog. Today, I’m hosting him and Vengeance of the Wolf. I always enjoy blog swaps with other indies. The way I see it, it helps both authors find a wider readership.
Please welcome Solitaire. I think you’ll find that when it comes down to all-around nice guy, you’ll find that Solitaire is the real deal.
How did you come up with the idea for your book?
I had a vivid dream and saw the whole thing.
Most unique or unusual research you’ve ever done for a book?
I took a trip to get a bird’s eye view of Vulture Mine in Arizona. It’s a tourist trap now, but it used to be a working silver mine. Since I had no clue what a silver mine looked like, the only way to learn was to find one and go look.
Who are your favorite authors?
Edgar Rice Burroughs – Robert Heinlein – Dean Koontz – J.R.R. Tolkein
If you could meet any author who is no longer living, who would it be?
Edgar Allan Poe
Can you tell us a little about your next project?
My next project is a YA Science Fiction Novel called “Tinker Smith & the Conspiracy of OZ” which is the story of ten children stolen from their parents and genetically altered. Their new found abilities cause them to become outcasts to society and ultimately superstars that can save the world from the geneticist who made them. Oscar Zoroaster, the self proclaimed Wizard of Oz and his private army, follow on the coat tails of global destruction to affect his dream. His technological prowess is far beyond standard science and he deploys it on an unsuspecting populace. This evil genius wants to reshape the world into the image of his children. His “OZ” on earth.
Upon your death, what would your most evil villain say at your funeral?
Does this mean there won’t be a sequel?
“VENGEANCE OF THE WOLF” by Solitaire Parke
A sampling of Chapter 1 -
FIRST MUTATION AMERICA – CHAPTER ONE (Now I lay me down to sleep)
A mist was creeping in from the trees that lined the house. He frowned and tried to remember where he was. Wolves were howling in the distance, as if they had been frightened, and he sympathized with them. Sensing movement, he whirled around and saw a shape advancing through the nearest trees toward him. Nausea swept through his stomach and he could taste bile in his throat. With a slight popping sound, the shape disappeared and materialized beside him.
“Just not having a very good day, are we Senator?”
Like a flash the Senator felt he should know this place but the image eluded his clouded mind. “Where am I? – And how did I get here?”
“Come, come Senator; you used to live here as a boy.”
The Senator turned slowly and looked at the house, a sense of realization beginning to show upon his face. “This estate burned down many years ago, and was never rebuilt.”
“This is a dream Senator; one you’ve had many times before; but take heart, you’ll never have it again.”
Senator Harkness, in an agonizingly slow progression, watched as the ground began opening around his shoes. Like hundreds of tiny tendrils the roots of underground plant life began writhing upward until his feet had disappeared beneath the level of the grass. Although he wanted desperately to move his feet, they simply would not comply, as if they had suddenly grown into the ground like the roots of the trees surrounding the house. Dimly in the back of his mind he noticed that the howling of the wolves had stopped.
Harkness had gone to bed in his Seattle home after having consumed more martinis than his doctor would have approved of, and surely would regret in the morning. Middle aged and not in the best of health, he had indeed dreamed this scenario before but not since he had been a younger man. This was when he always woke up. He frowned again. The pressure on his feet was beginning to become uncomfortable, and panic was setting in.
“You know Senator, I don’t like politicians.” “I especially don’t like dishonest ones.”
With a stab of pain, Harkness felt his ankles snap with the sound of dried twigs. His hands went instinctively to his chest as the familiar pressure and pain erupted in his rib cage. This was not the first heart attack he had suffered through but he knew somehow it would be his last.
“Hurts doesn’t it Senator?”
Their eyes met as the snapping sound escalated to his shins. Each bone seemed to break independently and with each sound the pain grew worse. The tendrils wound methodically around his body like a living cocoon until only his head remained visible. The snapping sounds were going off like popcorn kernels, but somehow the bliss of unconsciousness would not take him. Searing gouts of pain shot through him with the ferocity of electrical current but his cognizance seemed enhanced with every break.
“Time to wake up now, Senator.”
Harkness could hear a hollow laugh as the veil of sleep pushed itself from darkness into the light.
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Oh! And not to be forgotten, meet Tairobi, Solitaire’s buddy and writing sidekick. Every writer needs an adorable sidekick.