Our second author today is Rhys Christopher Ethan….

Rhys Christopher Ethan is by no means a scientist, but he is an

architect of his own fantasy worlds; an illustrator of emotional and

multi-dimensional characters; a doctor of creativity and inspiration

and a chemist of genres; mixing two or more, to find the perfect

fit for his creations. He lives in a small, dusty lab he calls Home

in London and works hard to bring his experiments out into the

world. His companions (for now) are his pet-Laptop and his coffee-
Booster and a bunch of notes, digitized and paper-wise. He voices

his obsessions on his website http://www.rcethan.com, rants on twitter

@Rhys_Ethan shares messages on facebook.com/rcethan1 and

pins his muses on pinterest.com/rcethan. You can contact him at

rhysethan@hotmail.co.uk, or if you’re telepathic, he will probably

meet you in your dreams.

My links

Website: http://rcethan.com

Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/rcethan

Facebook: http://facebook.com/rcethan1

Twitter: http://twitter.com/Rhys_Ethan

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/rcethan

Buy Links

Snow White & the Poisoned Apple (Queerky Tales)

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007YJMXUK

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/158832

The Little Mermaid & the Dry Lands (Queerky Tales 2)

http://www.amazon.com/Queerky-Tales-Little-Mermaid-ebook/dp/

B00AND5XBA/

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/295947

Sleeping Beauty & the Magic Curse (Queerky Tales 3)

http://www.amazon.com/Queerky-Tales-Sleeping-Beauty-ebook/

dp/B00BJ5ZTQK/

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/287933

Cinderella & the Fairy Secret (Queerky Tales 4)

http://www.amazon.com/Queerky-Tales-Cinderella-Fairy-Secret-
ebook/dp/B00KGG1CUK/

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/441323

 

Interview – Rhys Christoper Ethan

Describe yourself in five words?

Creative, chaotic, disorganized, resourceful, multi-mixer

Who do people say you look like?

Fabregas. Cesc Fabregas. Yes, the Chelsea footballer guy. And yes it IS me and

I’ve thrown away the millions for a life as struggling author. I’m that crazy.

If a star could play you in the story of your life who would you hire?

Hmmm…First actor that comes to mind is Hugh Jackman for some reason, which is

like fire and water. Like, that opposite from reality, so I’ll go with…Andrew Garfield.

Yeah, more like it.

What assumptions do people make about you that are wrong? And what assumptions

are bang on right?

That I’m a very calm person. That’s a wrong assumption. I just have the patience

of a tiger. I will circle round and round ‘til I launch my attack. The right assumption?

That I’m a freak. And I ❤ it.

How do you work through self-doubts and fear?

I just cry it out and let it go. I also think of meeting my younger self with all of his

dreams and hopes and how proud he would be of how far “we”’ve come and that

does the trick. Usually.

What do you hope your obituary will say about you?

Thank you for giving us all you got and helping us dream and hope.

What other jobs have you had in your life?

I’ve been a bell-boy, a waiter, a barman, a pancake-maker and a babysitter.

If you could study any subject at university what would you pick?

I’ve already done my Bachelor Degree in Theatre Studies and English Literature. But

I would love to study Egyptology and History. Maybe some day.

If you could do any job in the world what would you do?

Write, act, sleep, repeat.

What would you love to produce in your life?

An infinity of written work and an infinite number of good movies/tv shows.

What’s the reason for your life? Have you figured out your reason for being here yet?

To write and create.

How important are friends in your life?

Yes. They are or can be your chosen family. They pick me up and pull me down.

They are my everything.

What does love mean to you?

A lot of pain in hopes of some magic.

Last book you purchased? Tell us about it.

The Fault in Our Stars. Ugliest cry-fest E-V-E-R.

The Professional questions

Why do you write?

Because I can’t not to. Because I would probably be in a psych-ward if I didn’t.

Have you always enjoyed writing?

Well, there are times I wanna punch my face and tell me to quit, but it’s all part of the

process. No, really. Ask anyone.

What writing are you most proud of? (Add a link if you like)

I’ve written a lot of stuff, most unpublished, but I’m proudest of my newest baby,

Blood & Roses. A Sci-Fi serial that’s coming out on 25th July. Until then you can add it on Goodreads http://goo.gl/uaOb55

What books did you love growing up?

The Harry Potter series, the Artemis Fowl series, the Power of Five series, His Dark

Materials series, the Promises of Dr. Sigmundus series.

Who is your favorite author?

Anthony Horowitz. Word!

What book should everybody read at least once?

Any that will take them on a journey away from reality. Read some fantasy just once

in your life to know what magic is

How did you develop your writing?

I wrote, I wrote, I wrote. I also read a lot. And wrote.

What is hardest – getting published, writing or marketing?

Marketing is THE HARDEST PART. No, for real. It’s what makes bestsellers.

Is your family supportive? Do your friends support you?

They are surprisngly supportive lately considering I have no job, yet spend so much

on my books.

Do you plan to publish more books?

Oh get ready to fill up an entire bookcase with just my books.

What else do you do to make money, other than write? It is rare today for writers to be

full time…

I now am a graphic designer and babysit.

How do you write – lap top, pen, paper, in bed, at a desk?

I usually write on the laptop at bed or at a coffeehouse. Usually naked. Right ladies?

Is there anyone you’d like to acknowledge and thank for their support?

My street team for being there, and a bunch of other people who I will not name

because I will forget someone and will have to deal with the bloodbath. You know

who you are and now that I know you, I can’t do it without you.

Every writer has their own idea of what a successful career in writing is, what does

success in writing look like to you?

Being able to support myself from writing. And my work being recognised.

Tell us about your new book? What’s it about and why did you write it?

My newest book Blood & Roses: A Sci-Fi Adventure was born out of three words

my friend gave me to write a short story. The short story was so succesful with him,

that I decided to develop it and from there on it took a shape of its own. It’s about

an innocent little girl thrown in the center of a politically corupt galaxy and amidst a

brewing war she has to learn how to fight for herself. It’s a coming of age story, but

it’s also a self-discovery story. She’s a character searching for home, wherever that

may be.

When you are not writing, how do you like to relax?

Who said I ever relax? Relax. What is that?

What do you hope people will take away from your writing? How will your words make

them feel?

I hope they’re taken to other worlds and other times and escape for a little while, until

the next escape.

What’s your next project?

After the sci-fi serial is out of the way (4 episodes), I’m writing a paranormal novel/lla

and the Queerky retelling of Beauty & the Beast (for my Queerky Tales series).

 

EXCERPT

My temples are palpitating and my stomach feels empty of air. My head is bobbed to my left, my cheek brushing my shoulder. I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids are sewn together and I start to think that they’ve blinded me. With a little more effort I manage to get them open. My tears must have dried while I was unconscious.

I don’t recognize any of my surroundings. Everything is made of metal. My body feels sore, but is strapped on a cushioned seat fixed on the wall. I see another seat across me, but it is empty. I crane my neck to my right and a pain shoots through my spine as I do. What the hell did they do to me?

I grunt the pain off me and get a view I’ve never seen before in my entire life.

There is an arch leading to a cockpit. Two men, dressed in military uniforms, stand in front of machines that are shaped like tables, with a leveled surface flashing with buttons in all shades. There is a persistent beeping sound, although its source is unknown to me.

It’s not the men, or the technology that fascinate me, however. It’s the view beyond the glass pane. Space. The stars clearer than ever. And rocks of planets my eyes have never set eyes upon. I’m not in Artemis anymore.

The pain soothes all over my body, but my stomach still feels sick and taut. A blast of chill travels up my legs giving me the shivers. I’m still barefoot. I hope they give me shoes at some point. I’m weak and hungry. I’m cold and dizzy. The amount of ichor I consumed yesterday was irrelevant when my body is shutting down. My grief isn’t helping the situation either.

My grief!

I remember Mam, lying still on the ground, right outside our burning house, her blue-tinted robe molested by the rapid attack of her own blood.

What would happen to her now? Did the sergeant take her with him, to deliver proof of his failed mission, or did they let her body burn along with everything that I called home?

I miss her already. I never had anyone else in my life, but her. My Pa died when I was far too young, along with everyone else on our planet. Would I even see my planet ever again? How am I going to survive without Mam‘s porridge cookies and milk-endowed rice? How am I supposed to live without her stories of a past much greater than the misery of the present? How am I gonna go on without her caress before bedtime?

I find myself unable to breathe. My lungs are squeezed shut for an instant and the oxygen is trapped inside. I inhale and inhale and inhale. The air just doesn’t come in. I’m suffocating. I want to punch-start my chest back to function, but my hands are tied to my sides. I pant. I’m squeal. I can’t breathe. My nostrils expand. I try. I try to survive. I won’t. Not without Mam. Not without her. My eyes splatter my knees with lukewarm tears and my panting turns into a sob. A monstrous lamentation I cannot tame.

A man appears to my left. He appears from nowhere. I don’t know where he came from. I don’t have the energy to lift my head and see his face, but he’s not Sergeant Efestus. I would recognize the killer’s composure anywhere.

“Careful, agap. Someone might take that sniffing for talk and put a bullet through your head,” he tells me and I’m finally able to raise my eyes.

 

From Harvest: Episode 1.1

(Blood & Roses: A Sci-Fi Adventure)