Author: Wayne Gerard Trotman
ISBN: 978-0-9567872-0-0 (Paperback Edition)
Page count: 416
Genre: Science Fiction
Price: $5.73 (Kindle Edition) $5.99 (Smashwords Edition)
Wayne Gerard Trotman is a British writer, filmmaker, artist, photographer, composer and producer of electronic music. Born in the Republic of Trinidad and Tobago, Trotman immigrated to England in 1984, where he lives with his wife and two young sons.
A martial arts enthusiast, he wrote and directed ‘Ashes to Ashes’, Britain’s first martial arts feature-film. He has a cosmopolitan and multi-cultural approach to all his artistic work, which has received recognition internationally. His epic science-fiction novel, ‘Veterans of the Psychic Wars’, is the first of a proposed ‘Psychic Wars’ series.
‘Veterans of the Psychic Wars’ is an epic science fiction story that takes the reader from London, England, to a distant galaxy known as the Cosmic Sea. There, Baron Seti Aljyk has instigated a Second Psychic War by seizing Najura, the last of the ancient swords of power, and usurping the imperial throne from Sakara Rey, the True Emperor.
Protagonist Roman Doyle emigrated from Trinidad to England. He is a happily married, twenty-five-year-old schoolteacher, anticipating becoming a father. What Roman does not know, is that he is really Armon Sakara, heir apparent of the True Emperor. That is, until he encounters Chi-Ro Jin, a Veteran of the Psychic Wars.
Chi-Ro’s mission is to return Roman to the True Emperor, but Roman believes that Chi-Ro is crazy. When Roman’s wife, Soraya, is abducted by the Baron’s assassins, Roman is forced to make the epic journey to the Cosmic Sea. However he does not go alone. He is joined by his shamira Chi-Ro, Nuri Nemsys a beautiful secret agent, Anah Sadaka the mysterious captain of the Starglider Sanura and Roman’s friend, Zachary Silverman, a quantum physicist.
With his dormant psychic and astral abilities awakened by an alien drug and pursued by the Baron’s assassins, Roman, his friend, and the Veterans of the Psychic Wars face evil and danger in uncharted space and on alien worlds. Roman must overcome his fears, master the martial art of Hatari Ikou, and learn the secrets of astral projection, in order to rescue his wife, retrieve the sword of power, and bring the Psychic Wars to an end.
How long did it take to write the book?
Approximately three years.
What inspired you to write the book?
A brief conversation I had with my mother, when I was a child, inspired this book. Throughout my life I’ve been told that I think too much. When I was nine or ten, I complained to my mother that I felt that I didn’t belong.
I said, “I think I’m an alien, from another planet.”
My mother replied, without hesitation, “Yes, you’re an alien.”
We laughed and the conversation quickly moved to other things, but I always thought about what she said. I didn’t actually believe I was an alien, but I never forgot the conversation or its possible implications.
I started thinking: what if a young man grew up believing he was a normal human being, only to find out one day that he was actually an alien from another galaxy? Wouldn’t that explain his feelings of alienation; and wouldn’t that make an interesting story? ‘Veterans of the Psychic Wars’ started its life as a film script. I had already written the script equivalent of the book’s first chapter, when a friend suggested I write a novel instead. So, I wrote the book with a film firmly in mind.
Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?
I wrote whenever I had the opportunity, usually between 10:00 PM and 7:00 AM – when it’s quiet. I did a lot of research for this book, which is one of the main reasons it took so long to write. The novel contains a ten-page glossary of terms, and there are many historical, cultural and linguistic references. I researched weaponry, propulsion systems, religion and myths, ancient astronaut theories, battle strategies, the meaning of names, human physiology and the way different injuries affect the mind and body. Writing ‘Veterans of the Psychic Wars’ involved a lot of reading, and a lot of learning.
What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?
I hope they will be thoroughly entertained.
Where can we go to buy your book?
‘Veterans of the Psychic Wars’ is currently available on Amazon’s Kindle both in the US and the UK. Other eBook formats are available from Smashwords. The paperback edition is due for a January 2011 release and will be available from most outlets.
Any other links or info you’d like to share?
My Official Website.
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My Smashwords page.
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Excerpt from book:
Brakis Tarn felt exhilaration reminiscent of his first kill on the southern plains of Navora Karavak. He was the youngest cadet in a notorious guerrilla group known as Piros Kreegan. His grandfather, Havek Izom, a Shudyar smallholder from the Mevaal valley, had formed this rebellious group in opposition of the crippling taxation levied on Karellan agricultural trade by the Commonwealth’s Chancellery, which had no Karellan representatives. And now, Brakis Tarn’s father, Tarn Havek, an adept of the forbidden art of Kon Jou, led the fearsome Kreegan warriors against the invading tyranny of the so-called Democratic Talisian Commonwealth.
At an early age, Brakis Tarn had impressed his father with uncanny intuition and an enviable aptitude for psychic combat. Finally, the sixteen-year-old embarked on his first mission, elated that his father had reluctantly agreed to allow his participation in the dangerous raid of a Talisian weapons depot.
Intelligence reports had suggested that the Talisian Invasion Force, engaged in fierce battles, in the Northern Territories, left the weapons depot vulnerable to attack. But, Commonwealth stormbringers had telepathically suggested this misinformation to Piros Kreegan spies, and Tarn Havek led his men into a trap.
The scribes recorded that a battalion of one thousand Talisian assault troops led by Supreme Chancellor Rameses Gor surrounded the three hundred Kreegans.
The battle raged for three long hours, until the opposing wills of rival stormbringers created unmanageable psychic anomalies and widespread mental chaos. In the confusion that ensued, Brakis Tarn became separated from the protection of his father, and found himself alone, pinned down behind a rocky outcrop, amongst a sea of wild ryzagrass.
For two desperate hours, with precision blasts from his Koroba A2L Ultra assault phase rifle, Brakis Tarn managed to keep his pursuers from advancing on his position. He felt a heady rush of pride, finally managing to wound a fleeing soldier in the right buttock. Later, he would claim that he had shot an officer in the right shoulder.
Brakis Tarn managed to keep the Supreme Chancellor’s troops at bay for another hour, before depleting his assault rifle. For a moment, all seemed lost, but fortune favoured the boy. Retreating Piros Kreegan guerrillas, blasted the position of the soldiers who had hindered his escape, and Brakis Tarn used this opportunity to run.
He had sprinted just over one hundred metres before his intuition compelled him to dive for cover. As he dove, an energy bolt sliced through the atmosphere vaporising every particle in its wake.
Brakis Tarn rolled to his feet and hurled his dagger, aiming for his opponent’s throat but only succeeding in wounding him in the right shoulder. With the desperation that only a boy facing certain death knows, he leapt forward in a spin kick, bringing his right heel down on the Daxia H1-09 Compact pistol held by the Talisian veteran. The blow knocked the man to the ground and the plasma weapon out of his reach.
Recovering quickly, the assault trooper pulled the blade from his shoulder with his left hand and attempted to drive it into Brakis Tarn’s solar plexus.
The boy used his knee to shove the trooper’s knife hand upwards. Then, clasping the man’s wrist securely with both hands, he twisted him off balance, fluidly wrenching the knife from his grasp and throwing him to the ground with a right-heel sweep.
But, taking advantage of the youth’s distracting sense of achievement, the fallen Talisian locked Brakis Tarn’s ankles with his legs and brought the boy to the ground with a painful thud. The opponents rolled apart instantly and stood facing each other.
In desperation, the young Karellan hurled the dagger again, but this time the older Talisian caught it by its hilt and with a menacing smirk, casually threw the weapon away.
Brakis Tarn rolled to the ground and retrieved his Koroba A2L Ultra, but the trooper immediately probed the boy’s mind and learnt that the assault rifle was depleted.
“I will enjoy killing you,” were the sinister thoughts Brakis Tarn discerned from his opponent.
The Talisian pulled a standard-issue retractable sok-bou power rod from his belt and assuming the ready stance of an Arashi Paksa fighter, extended the sok-bou, relishing the idea of giving this peasant boy a first and last lesson in the way of the storm.
Brakis Tarn cleared his mind. He knew Arashi Paksa’s strength lay in its speed, but the art of Kon Jou his father had secretly taught him, employed psionic mastery as its ally. The sixteen-year-old doubted that this well-fed older man could match his youthful stamina. Nor would he expect a lowly Shudyar to employ the art of Kon Jou, reserved for the scholarly Brahmyars and regal Khatras by the strict kurai system of social ranking, imposed on Karellan society by the Talisian High Council.
“May the scribes record it,” said Brakis Tarn defiantly.
The Talisian launched a swift attack and Brakis Tarn used his depleted phase rifle to parry the deadly blows of the sok-bou, painfully aware that the angrily buzzing plasma elements on either end of the power rod could easily vaporise flesh and bone. Wilfully shielding his thoughts from the trooper’s probes, Brakis Tarn defended against relentlessly speedy attacks, waiting for the Talisian to make an error.