Author: Ethan Holmes
Page count: 255
Genre: Science Fiction/Adventure
Price: $9.99 USD
Please see bio at author’s web site.
Tell us about your book:
One bright, warm July day a young California couple, Tim and Nancy Brock, decided to spend the weekend camping and hiking in Sequoia National. One of them would not return home; the other would never know what really happened. Mohai Kailani, ‘Big Mo’ to his friends, headed out on his new boat, the Blue Wave. He would catch a lot more than fish before the day was through. Doug Zombriskie fulfilled a long-time ambition by taking his family on a vacation to Bombay Beach which no one would live to tell about. Alan Barksdale, a Seattle engineer, watched all of his predictions come true as chaos descended on the city. He immediately adopted a lifestyle he was well-prepared for: kill or be killed, survival of the fittest. Niles Havoc, and Peter and Leslie Armistead play central and vital roles as gifted scientists throughout the story of Earth’s Blood. One of them would not survive; the other two realize they need each other to live.
Earth’s Blood immerses the reader into a richly detailed series of vignettes that reveal human nature, good and bad, along with diverse experiences of those trying to survive the precursors and the main event of the single most cataclysmic event to occur on the planet in recorded history.
How long did it take to write the book?
What inspired you to write the book?
My belief in myself and my love of writing.
Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?
I have no “routine” when it comes to writing. I write when I can and for as long as I can. The only thing I dislike about writing is that you have to do it sitting down.
Earth’s Blood required researching multiple sciences such as seismology, volcanology, plate tectonics, oceanography, geology, and human sciences. It took years to do this in order to write a book which reflected accurate knowledge about those sciences.
What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?
The human race should know that Planet Earth is an active planet, always moving, ever-changing within geological time, not human time. Nothing stays the same and nothing should be taken for granted. Written and recorded history is a mere millisecond on the geo-clock.
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Excerpt from book:
Leslie struggled with the ropes. Her wrists were tied in front of her with a length of it running up and looping behind her neck. A second section of the green, three hundred pound test line ran down to her tightly bound ankles. The total affect was such that while her hands and feet were securely bound she could not raise or lower her head or feet. She was effectively tied into a permanent sitting position and was currently occupying said position on the stump of a tree courtesy of Alan Barksdale’s rope tying skills.
“Quit playing with those bitch! You’re just going to make them tighter and then you’ll do something stupid like choke yourself to death and then I’ll have to dig a damn hole to bury your pretty little ass. You need to stay alive a little while longer until your boyfriend gets back. I want him to see you die before I kill him.”
Leslie sat there on the tree stump glaring at Alan, wishing she had kept her tactical blade on her that morning. She was rarely without it thanks to Niles’ urging but this particular morning she and Delilah had been cleaning up, birdbath style, and she had taken everything off except her green flannel shirt and blue jeans.
Alan had literally appeared out of the bushes holding his Colt Desert Eagle in his right hand pointed directly at Leslie’s head. Krait had decided she too needed a birdbath and was sitting next to Leslie in a large gray blue muumuu and flip-flops. Delilah had left a few moments earlier to go back to the van about thirty yards off to the north.
“Don’t twitch a muscle, either of ya!” Alan stood there for a moment smiling and holding the gun at Leslie’s forehead. Almost instinctively Leslie’s hand went down the side of her left hip and she cursed silently to herself realizing the tactical knife was sitting by the smoldering campfire.
“Where’s the other dark haired little beauty?” Alan looked around. “I know there’s more of you, where are they?”
“Vot de hell you tink you are doink? Who de hell are you?” Krait had struggled to her feet still dripping water from her hair she had been trying to wash in a warm pot of water. Neither Leslie nor Alan knew it yet but Krait was holding a small twenty two caliber Ladysmith in her right hand behind her massive butt.
“Shut up bitch. When I want something from you you’ll know it. I hate Germans and I especially hate German women. You think you run the world? Well right now you’re in my world.” As he said this he pulled the Colt from Leslie’s forehead, pointed it at Krait and pulled the hammer back making a distinctive click that seemed to echo off the surrounding trees.
For the briefest of moments Leslie considered using that instant to try taking this guy on but she quickly dismissed that thought remembering his behavior at the Safeway in Sedona. That combined with the fact that Alan had more weapons on him than an Army Ranger told Leslie if she made one mistake and didn’t take him out immediately with one move she would undoubtedly be dead.
“I’m going to ask just one more time; where is everyone else?” Alan brought the gun back to Leslie’s forehead.
“How the hell am I supposed to know? Leslie bit hard trying to contain her growing anger at having been caught like this after all Niles’ training. “We’re not babysitters here. There are only adults here and they’re all responsible for themselves.”
“How many adults?” Alan pushed the barrel of the Colt into Leslie’s left temple.
Alan brought his left hand up and bashed Leslie backhanded across the face. “You lyin’ bitch. Do you think I’m stupid? I’ve been watching this camp for two weeks ever since your sweet little boyfriend left. I know there are four of you. There’s you, Sam Travers, this fat piece of shit over here and a black-haired beauty that I want to meet, if you know what I mean,”
Krait screamed when Alan smashed Leslie in the face. She brought her left hand to her mouth and stumbled backwards a few feet simultaneously bringing the chrome Ladysmith twenty two caliber pistol up from behind her.
“You leaf her alone you bastard! I vill keel you right here! I svear, I vill shoot you dead!”
Alan turned slowly grinning at the shaking Krait who was now shuffling side to side as though she was somehow trying, in her panic, to get a better angle at Alan. The little pistol was moving here and there, up and down and to Alan it appeared Krait was having trouble keeping it pointed in his general direction let alone at him.
Still grinning he took a step toward Krait. “You gonna shoot me, ya stupid bitch?”
To his surprise Krait managed to pull the trigger, more out of panic from his step forward than anything else.
Alan’s head snapped sideways as the small caliber bullet whizzed past his head and just caught the top of his right ear. “Dammit!” Alan switched his Colt into his left hand and brought the right up to his ear. Looking at his fingertips covered with his own blood he brought the .45 semi-automatic up and pointed it at Krait.
“Well come on then, is that all you got?”