I’ve never written anything remotely science fiction, fantasy, or Afrofuturistic, so that’s exactly why I’m writing this story. I want to try something new and I’ve been shaping this idea since visiting a plantation in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. I was so moved by what I encountered there, I came up with a story that I believe will touch on a number of things I’ve wanted to say in a work of fiction.
I want to share this journey with you, dear readers, because this is the fun part of writing– the engagement. I love the feedback (of all types) and I really appreciate that anyone ever reads anything that I write. I may totally bomb this story and it might completely suck ass, and that’s OK. I’ll learn from the process, I’m sure.
I must warn you that there is some graphic content and the concept is a bit heavy and will get progressively “worse”, but it is important, in my opinion, to capture specific “heaviness” in order to do these characters justice.
Human beings are capable of both astounding acts of incomparable kindness and appalling acts of seething savagery. Among The Living, there are those who gleefully inflict torturous pain and suffering upon the most innocent, often for inexplicable and inexcusable reasons. Too many people, who have done nothing more than be born into their own bodies, have been subjected to the cruelest punishments since the beginning of time.
For centuries, however, a group of once-human entities known as The Retrievers have been called to work together end that gruesome suffering for as many of The Living as possible before reaching their final destination.
And now, Chapter 1: Call To Order (<—download free PDF)