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About the author:
I was born in Utah and raised in Utah and Idaho. I am passionate about writing, cooking, baking, and anything else that inspires creativity. I developed a love of writing when I was young and wrote my first “books” when I was eight or nine years old. My first major story idea was Uetrod, a story about an alien god with golden eyes destined to stop Earth and his home planet Iipatya from annihilating each other. I have written that story several times and plan to revisit it in the future for eventual publication into a five-book series.
My goal in writing is to inspire hope and entertain readers. Everyone deserves to know that in spite of past circumstances and trials, the future is still bright, whether that be immediate or distant.
What inspired you to write your book?
My idea for Liquid Death stemmed from my disappointment with a book about a guy and a girl falling in love and uncovering one another’s dark pasts. It disappointed me because their past trauma made them cynical and irritating. After reading it, I asked myself if I could create a character who has endured more pain than most people can imagine and still have hope for the future. Thus, Kandi was born. And, since I enjoy writing romance and science fiction/fantasy, Juan and the plot soon clicked into place after a few rewrites. Liquid Death’s former title was Shooting Stars. Pretty lame, huh?
Here is a short sample from the book:
[Juan's perspective; end of Chapter 10]
Juan: The Death Sentence
Two and a half years I have lived under Blue Skys’ unceasing scrutiny. Now they are going to kill me and all I can think is… meh.
Kandi’s eyelids unveil two glowing jade rings reflecting an immense sense of comprehension. She does not appear dazed nor disoriented, as though this is where she expected to appear when she woke. I notice her arms are not hooked to any IVs like mine. She turns her head my way and blanches, mouth gaping. Apparently she had expected to wake up in the Death Room, but not with me at her side.
We stare at each other for an eternity, until I finally wheeze, “Are we going to die?”
Her exotic eyes flood with tears as she ever-so-slowly… shakes her head. Shock vaguely registers when she lifts her head and removes her medical blanket to reveal smooth bare legs. Her movements are impeccably graceful and methodical. There is little time left. I need to unhook myself from these killing machines, but I can’t.
I must know a few things before it is too late. “Why…” I lick my lips with a dry tongue, “did you write my name?”
Kandi nonverbally shushes me and peers at the door.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out.” Reality is beginning to set in. I hadn’t lived much of a life. No one is going to miss me. If my mother is still around and coherent, she has been mourning my passing since my detainment. I wish I could have at least saved Kandi Levinson before… this.
Then, all at once, the various tubes disconnect from my body, and the beeping machines die. Kandi hadn’t touched me, but I feel a distinct tingling on my skin like she had. Next, the cuffs magically unlatch and dangle against the rails. I groan and sluggishly rub my wrists. The fluorescent lights flicker and buzz above my head.
I look at Kandi’s face. She looks determined, but also unfeasibly exhausted, like she could collapse any moment. Her eyes flit back to the door. Noise outside climbs rapidly. Someone is coming. Panic sparks in my chest when the door bursts inward to make way for a crew of Doctors and security guards, with Doctor Hendricks at the head in a gray suit.
“Kandi, what are you doing?” she swiftly demands from the doorway. I absently flex my fingers in response to her aggression. Doctor L nods to the guards. “Take her away.”
A large man in a black suit steps forward and grabs Kandi with a gloved hand, dragging her toward the exit. She immediately screams and tries to run back to me, but the guard already has two hands on her waist. She is so tiny she stands no chance.
I can’t watch this happen. I attempt to raise my head, but it is heavier than a block of cement. “No, please…” I murmur. “Take me instead.”
The lights flicker as her shrill cries echo down the hallway.