Thursday, January 12, 2017

SPOTLIGHT w/Author Interview - YA Sci-Fi Romance - Solstice (The Star-Crossed Saga, #3) by Braxton A. Cosby

The Star-Crossed Saga, #3
by Braxton A. Cosby
Date of Publication: November 25th 2016
Publisher: Cosby Media Productions
Cover Artist: CMP
Genre: YA Sci-Fi, Romance
What You Believe, Can Destroy You!

William and Sydney have sacrificed everything to fortify their love, so much so that William dares to brave the depths of space to find a cure for their deadly Supernova bond, leaving both her and Earth vulnerable to Torrian Alliance attack.

But with a full scale rebellion in play on Fabricius, the reality of Sydney’s execution from Torrian hands is diminished, only eclipsed by the certainty of a more threats – The Third Faction and The Dagmas Clan – lead by Dominic and his insurgent recruits. With overwhelming odds mounting against them, William makes a desperate attempt to find the last of the endangered Star-children only to be captured by a new menace, where he is forced to compete in the dreaded Gauntlet of sport. Allies surge to free Fabricius, seeking alliances across the galaxy while Sydney tries to keep her identity hidden and trains to master the third phase of her Star-child evolution: Solstice.

With Sarah’s mysterious return home with clues to unlock the future, Noella’s training and Bill’s symbiotic development hope is restored, but will it be enough to unite the galaxy and destroy evil for once and for all?
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Sydney and Noella walked hand in hand along the small winding path leading to the top the Mount Dothan. The dusking sky painted a sheet of orange and red light across the woodsy terrain around them, giving the impression of wading through a sea of fire. Amid the grim moment of the day and the burning sensation rising in Sydney’s throat, the tone seemed fitting. Silence accompanied them, and it wasn’t until the pair hit the peak that Sydney finally broke the ice. “So what do your people call this ceremony?” she asked.
“The time of the harvest. It’s the moment when a fallen soldier is said to join the being of the sky. I think humans refer to it as God,” Noella said, her tone as flat as the expression on her face.
“Sounds cool,” she replied as she surveyed the surroundings; a patch of flatland that housed a family of hawks who watched cautiously from above in a lone cedar tree. From here, every inch of Madisonburg could be observed without the need of telescope or binoculars. A bed of dandelions and weeping willows greeted them in the center of the field.
“This way. I’ll show you where I buried his body,” Noella said.
She could see that Noella was visibly shaken, slowly unravelling before her eyes. Her hands trembled as her eyes began to redden. She wondered how long it’d take, amazed at how Noella had not said a word since Arrion’s death a few weeks ago, only morning him in silence, which she explained was customary on Fabricius. She had done the deed all by herself, refusing to allow Sydney to assist in his burial. From scouting the plot of land to digging the hole, Noella insisted that it was protocol on her planet for a lone fellow soldier to be assigned the arduous task of preparation. Seeing as though William had departed soon after, there was no better candidate left for the job. 
She took Noella by the hand and drew her close, giving her the most delicate and firm hug she could muster. Noella stood motionless, sinking into her friend’s embrace. After a few seconds, she released her, unable to make eye contact. “I’m here for you,” she murmured.   
“Thanks, Syd,” Noella replied, her voice ragged.
She finally looked up at her and gave a nod, following Noella’s lead over to the place where Arrion’s body lay. Surprisingly, the disturbed clay seemed more settled than she expected, dried from the sun and already showing signs of life as Bermuda grass had slowly began to encroach along the edges. A makeshift tombstone had been erected, fashioned from metallic fuselage scraps of the Daedallus, with only Arrrion’s name and handle tatted along the surface, minus dates to hide his identity to hikers in hopes that most consider it a memorial to a lost pet if they stumbled upon it.
Noella knelt next to the grave, slid her backpack from her shoulders and began to open it. Searching her bag, she retrieved a small oval-shaped disk and a satchel filled with purple powder. “These are crushed lilacs pedals. We must first prepare the path for Arrion’s ascension by sending tribute to the sky.” She stood and sprinkled a few handfuls over the grave until a thin layer had materialized before them. “On our planet we usually use the oil of a Tonosia Tree, which is a lot thicker substance and is used for sterilization. Sarah thought it’d be a good idea to use lilacs as a substitute because it was a similar color.”
“It’s beautiful,” she replied.
“I will now begin the ceremony.” Noella placed the disc in the center of the burial site, depressed a red button on the top and came to her side. The two joined hands as the disc began to spin and dig into the hardened clay. Noella pointed a hydrogen phaser at the site and fired a stream of fire upon it that scorched the sheet of crushed pedals. The disc disappeared beneath the flames and Noella broke out into song, in an alien dialect that Sydney could not understand. It was less about the words and more the moment that choked at her, forcing the tears to flow freely down her face. She squeezed Noella’s hand as she crooned on. By the time Noella had finished, a small fissure had opened in the place where the disc had entered and a cloud of embers swirled into the air; a mix of red, orange and yellow. It lifted high into the sky and faded into the clouds.
Noella dropped to her knees in a whimper. “It is finished.”
Sydney came beside her and held her close. “It was… beautiful.”
The two sat in silence with only sobs to drown out the sounds of the forest. 
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How would you describe you style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
I woud describe my style of writing as very vivd. I am a pure visual learner so a lot of what I try to impress on to other readers is what I visualize in my head. I love movies; especially the cinematic, over the top style movies. So a lot of my stories have beautiful landscapes, set pieces and action sequences. I picture these images in my head and then do my best to convey them in my writing so that the audience shares what I see.

What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?
I love to have a quiet atmoshpere, but I also write to the sound of audiobooks in the background. Listening to other tales from great writers - especially some of my favorite YA writers such as Suzanne Collins or Marie Lui - really gets my creative juices flowing, even if I'm not truly honed in on what is being said. Occasionally I hear a few things that jumpstarts my brain.

Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character during story creation?
I do, because my books are very story and character driven. I love to create strong characters that drive the story forward. That's why a lot of my books cross genres. You might have a YA book, with a romance background, in a science fiction world, because the character's personalities encompass multiple tiers of storytelling. I love to establish my character's personalities first, accross 3-4 traits and then as the story progresses, more layers evolve and they become more and more complicated. They end up telling me things about themselves that I really never thought of. For exampe: In Solstice, William really revealed a lot of things about his Father King Gregorio that I never even began to think about when I first wrote Protostar. It was very satisfying.

Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character? If so which one(s)?
Like I said, William had the greatest evolution across The Star-Crossed Saga. He went from the villian, to the wayward hero, and then the badass champion. But all the while he struggled with internal concepts of his own existence due to his upbringing and the new experiences he has with Sydney. The main theme of love really shook the fabric of his identity as a Torrian.    

Do you have a character that you have been working on that you can't wait to put to paper?
Yes. I have a true dystopian series that I want to start later this year. It will be a female protagonist and it is a truly original end times story and she is going grab the attnetion of readers right from the jump. She's smart, sassy and scrappy.

Have you ever felt that there was something inside of you that you couldn't control? If so what? If no what spurs you to reach for the unexperienced?

I cannot contain my laughter. There are certain moments (normally when I' sleep deprived and delirious) that I get on a laughing spree can can't contain myself. It's hilarious to see and everything aroud me is knee-slapping funny. 
Author Info
Braxton A. Cosby is the award-winning author of YA fiction.

He endeavors to paint vivid pictures of his characters and worlds in the minds of readers, so that they too can share in his complex visions of the past, present and future.

Braxton lives in Atlanta, GA with his amazing wife and four children. 
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