Author Spotlight Interview with KS Fish
Q. Quickly, give us the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:
A. Conception: Book 1 of the Dominion Chronicles. It’s one of those in-between genres, I suppose people might call “Horror” or Sci-fi or Fantasy, but really it’s all of those and none of those. Tagline: How many people would you kill to become a god?
Q. Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?
A. Most of the main characters are in their twenties, so that would be the easy answer, but every (adult) age seems to enjoy them.
Q. How did you come up with the title of your book and series?
A. The series, The Dominion Chronicles is apt because ultimately the longer story is about dominion of the planet. Conception was the beginning of this process, it was the natural title.
Q. Tell us a little bit about your cover art. Who designed it? Why did you go with that particular image/artwork?
A. The cover (revised edition) shows a coming storm. That’s exactly right. A storm coming to wash away the world as we know it.
Q. Who is your favorite character from your book and why?
A. That’s a tough one. I love all my characters in their own way, they’re all family. But if I had a gun to my head I guess I would say Sarah. She speaks to animals and is so antisocial. She doesn’t care what ANYBODY says about anything.
Q. How about your least favorite character? What makes them less appealing to you?
A. I don’t really have a least favorite. Corey’s the bad guy, and he’s a real jerk, but he’s SUPPOSED to be. So…
Q. If you could change ONE thing about your novel, what would it be? Why?
A. Hmm. I think if I could change one thing, it would be the method of marketing. I know that’s not precisely what you mean, but story-wise, I still love it.
Q. Give us an interesting fun fact or a few about your book or series:
A. All my life I’ve kinda believed these powers exist, if we could only tap into them.
Q. What other books are similar to your own? What makes them alike?
A. Probably The Stand by Stephen King, though that’s closer to book 2, Battle for Earth. I don’t think I’ve read a book very similar to Conception.
Q. Do you have any unique talents or hobbies?
A. I see dead people… No, just kidding. I am a pure artist. I love to write, to tell stories. This isn’t something everyone can do well. I’ve found it’s not something you can really teach either. Sure you can teach grammar and punctuation, but there’s a point where the story takes you away and that point is magic, not everyone is a magician.
Q. How can we contact you or find out more about your books?
A. The best spot is my author website. https://ksfish.wordpress.com Trailers, reviews, links, it’s all there.
Q. What can we expect from KS Fish in the future?
A. Well, there’s the kid’s series, The Adventures of Emily Funderbunk, more of that is coming. I’m writing another novel now that’s still untitled, but shows a lot of promise. (No spoilers yet!) Of course book 3 to the Dominion Chronicles, Ascension will be coming also… I better get writing… lol
Q. What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?
A. Tell their friends about it. Pure and simple. And buy 10 copies each.
Q. Do you have any tips for readers or advice for other writers trying to get published?
A. The best advice I got from Stephen King, in his book On Writing. If you’re a writer, write. The big empty page (or computer screen) is intimidating. Take a bite, chew, swallow. Then do it again tomorrow.
Q. Is there anything else you’d like to say?
A. Take my hand, let’s take a trip.
Q. And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:
Conception:Book 1 of the Dominion Chronicles (excerp)
He concentrated on the door and nothing happened. The cell was so small that the smells of old piss and body odor assaulted him, it was as if the whole space had been soaked in sweat and urine. More disturbing yet, a pulse began to beat in his brain. It sent small stabs of pain into the back of his eyes.
It was a warning.
He ignored it and tried again. His eyes began to water. His brain sent a dagger up this time, and he groaned as it tore through his soft tissue. He wanted to puke. This was so not good.
The room began to spin and he lay down on the cold concrete floor. The smell of piss was stronger here and he retched as quietly as he was able. He was glad – not for the first time – that they had put him in a cell by himself. He curled into the fetal position and stuffed his nose into his armpit but the smell there was almost worse: Spent adrenaline…and fear.
It had been so long since he’d felt fear that when he recognized its stench on him, his immediate response had been a hatred that flared brightly through his entire being.
Those motherfuckers, how dare they? He rolled towards the door and focused on it again, feeding off the hate like a steam engine pulls power from a furnace.
He felt that familiar flexing inside of him, like a muscle contracting in his brain. The daggers were still there but he didn’t give a shit.
The air shimmered and for a second he could see every atom of every element in the room. They were his to control. He ground his teeth, converging his whole being on the door.
The steel vibrated, then began to bow.
His concentration was so fierce that at first he didn’t feel the blood pouring from his nose. It felt like he had swallowed about a quart of it and now he did puke. Suddenly the atoms in the air disappeared and all that was left were black spots. They chased each other down a murky tunnel and he followed them into the darkness.
Then, all went black.
There is a real magic in the author/reader relationship.
I was recently on a camping trip (grandfather’s cabin) where for one reason or another six copies of my books (3 each of Conception and Battle…) had been left on the front seat of my car.
Imagine my shock to walk in that evening and discover all six copies dispersed in the living area being avidly read by some of the campers.
Not everyone knew everyone there (it was a big trip) and they didn’t realize I had written them.
It is an indescribable feeling to see someone else engrossed in something that came through you. To see them love and hate and live through the children of your imagination.
To quote the late, Freddie Mercury, “It’s a kind of magic…”