Monday, October 27, 2014

Interview: Dark Genesis by A. D. Koboah

Please share a little about yourself, your genres, any other pen names you use.

My name is A. D. Koboah and I am a London based author.
The first novel I wrote is a contemporary urban novel that is set in London, but the series I am currently working on is a Historical, Paranormal, Romance that is set in Mississippi

Is there a theme or message in your work that you would like readers to connect to?

Dehumanisation is a theme that has so far featured heavily in all my novels—the ways in which people become dehumanised, their journey back from dehumanisation, and whether that is even possible for some people. In Dark Genesis the two main characters have only one thing in common when they meet—they have both been dehumanised. Luna, my heroine, has been dehumanised by the horrors of slavery and Avery, the hero, as a result of being turned into a vampire.

Which romance book or series (or other genre, if you don’t write romance) do you wish you had written?

Twilight. This is mainly because up until I read Twilight I was a huge fan of fantasy novels, but didn’t think I would be able to write a convincing fantasy. But reading, and loving Twilight, made me want to write my own vampire romance and that’s what I’ve done, although Dark Genesis is a great deal darker than the Twilight books.

Is there a genre(s) that you’d like to write that you haven’t tackled yet?

Afro Futurism. So far there have been elements of Afro Futurism in The Darkling Trilogy, especially the third book which is out next year. And I intend to delve further into fantasy and Sci-fi in future projects. I’m really excited about where this will take me as there are no limits to your imagination when you’re writing in that genre.

Of all the characters you’ve ever written, who is your favorite and why?

I think I’ll go with one of the minor characters in Dark Genesis, Mary, who became a surrogate mother to my protagonist, Luna, after Luna’s mother was sold. I think everyone has someone in their lives who isn’t bound to them by familial ties, but who are family and always will be. That’s what Mary is to Luna.

If this book is part of a series…what is the next book? Any details you can share?

Yes, Dark Genesis is the 1st book in The Darkling Trilogy and the final installment will be released next year. The final book is narrated by Dallas, who is a descendant of Luna, the protagonist in Dark Genesis. All I can say is that all the questions left unanswered in the other two books will be answered in the final installment and that people should expect something very different from the previous two books, and also from Dallas—a character some of my readers haven’t taken to very well.

What book are you reading now?

Well I’ve just finished the 2nd draft of the final book in The Darkling Trilogy and it’s with the editor, so I’ve just picked up The valley of Amazement by Amy Tan.

Dark Genesis
The Darkling Trilogy
Book 1
A. D. Koboah

Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Twenty Four Publishing

ISBN: 978-0957300309

Number of pages: 278
Word Count: 90,414

Cover Artist:

Book Description:

Life for a female slave is one of hardship and unspeakable sorrow, something Luna knows only too well. But not even she could have foreseen the terror that would befall her one sultry Mississippi evening in the summer of 1807.

On her way back from a visit to see the African woman, a witch who has the herbs Luna needs to rid her of her abusive master’s child, she attracts the attention of a deadly being that lusts for blood. Forcibly removed from everything she knows by this tormented otherworldly creature, she is sure she will be dead by sunrise.

Dark Genesis is a love story set against the savage world of slavery in which a young woman who has been dehumanized by its horrors finds the courage to love, and in doing so, reclaims her humanity.

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There were rare moments when the full horror of a female slave’s life fell on me and I felt that now when I glanced up at the woods and the path I would take back to the house. An all-encompassing despair rocked me from head to toe. I didn’t want to go back to a life of bondage. I didn’t want to go back to my quarters and drink the evil concoction which would hunt down and kill the innocent in my womb. I didn’t want to go back to a life where I saw evil practiced with ease and nonchalance, a life in which evens my body was not mine to own.
Master John had been away for the past week but when I got back to my cabin tonight and fell asleep, would I find myself jolted awake by him, his form looming over me in the pale light of the moon streaming through the open window, his male tool already awake and straining against the cotton of his trousers?
The mere thought caused me to double over with my arms wrapped around my waist, my face close to the water and the rocks beneath its surface.
The cause of most of my problems lay in the face that was almost lost in the watery surface now that the light was gone. I reached my hand into the stream and pulled out a large black rock. It looked as if it had split in two and the split end was as sharp as the blade of a knife. I held that rock up above my face and thought about Mama Akosua being brought to a strange land against her will at the age of fifteen. I thought about how lost and frightened she must have felt being so far from everything she knew and loved, and the strength and fearlessness she displayed when she took a blade to her own face and cut those marks into her skin. In doing so, she had honored and held onto the customs of her people, people she would never see again. Those scars that I had previously been repulsed by and seen as part of the savage ways of her past, had given her strength. They had been a way to take ownership of at least one part of her body and keep it forever hers.
I would do the same thing. I would take control of at least one aspect of my life and destroy the face that drew men like Master John to me like predators to the scent of fresh blood. I would use this rock to take away the pleasure he found in looking at this face and keep him out of my bed forever.
I brought the sharpest point of the rock down to rest in the middle of my forehead and closed my eyes. I began to apply pressure until I felt it break the skin, a point no bigger than the tip of my fingernail, and felt a warm release of blood. Strangely, I felt no pain, only exhilaration that I could finally do something to stop the terror inflicted on me by my Master.
I was about to bring the rock down my forehead, across my nose and down my cheek, when something, some force, stayed my hand. All at once I grew cold and it felt as if the air around my wrist was alive and humming softly in tune to some sinister beat, making goose bumps spring up along my forearm.
I pushed down with all my might but miraculously this force increased and when I felt my hand begin to move away from my face, I opened my eyes.
I was still facing the woods and for a moment I thought I saw something amongst the trees, a sliver of something that was an almost translucent white. At the same moment I experienced a wave of dizziness that made me feel as if my mind and body had turned to water. I quickly shut my eyes but the dizziness increased and I felt myself swaying, my thoughts and emotions a confusing melee, and I heard a voice in my head. Or was it my own voice?
That will not stop him, it said.
My eyes snapped open when I heard a sharp crack to my right. I whirled around to trace the sound, a sharp streak of fear leaping and twisting within me. It was only when I noticed that my hand was now empty and clenched into a fist that I realized that what I had heard was the sound of the rock I had just been holding hitting one of the trees on my right. The distance to that tree was a good seven or eight meters away. Had I really thrown it that far?
I got to my feet uneasily, knowing that I needed to get away from the chapel immediately. Something was very wrong here. The light was nearly gone now and there was something here with me. I could feel it now, an immense power unfolding and drawing strength as the last of the light seeped out of the sky.
Terror beat furiously within me, radiating to my very core. Mama Akosua had been right. I shouldn’t have come here. I was in danger, I...
Intoxicating dizziness washed over me again and although I tried to fight against its pull it drew me in, causing me to close my eyes and sway in time to its suffocating rhythm...

And then I was standing at the kitchen door of the main house, having walked through the woods from the chapel and back to the house with no memory of the journey.

About the Author:

I am the author of The Darkling Trilogy, an unconventional and epic love story between a vampire and a slave girl. The trilogy was inspired by my thoughts on dehumanization.

I was fascinated by the ways in which people are able to dehumanize others, the impact it has on the psyche and whether it is possible for people to find their way back from being dehumanized.

This led me to a slave called Luna and the ruins of a haunted chapel deep in the heart of Mississippi.


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