Beneda's most important goal is to defend the family farm. Her people held the land through the change that ended the use of technology in the world. Now her mother's land is threatened. With the help of a Library swordsman and her bow she will do whatever is necessary to save the land.
This middle grade to young adult adventure novel will appeal to lovers of action, futuristic fiction, post-apocalyptic tales, and swords & soul.
African Asante and Gullah Beneda, sword and bow, join forces in this post-apocalyptic setting, for family, birthright, and oh so much more.
This middle grade to young adult adventure novel will appeal to lovers of action, futuristic fiction, post-apocalyptic tales, and swords & soul.
African Asante and Gullah Beneda, sword and bow, join forces in this post-apocalyptic setting, for family, birthright, and oh so much more.
Excerpt
Her eyes scan the crop. Row on row of corn on each side, near high as Jolan’s shoulder. Hardly any smell of corn pollen left. Just a faintsweet, cloying scent. This year’s harvest might be a good one, M’Deah would be proud. Wiping sweat from her forehead, Beneda thinks about everything that can still go wrong.
If it gets hotter, or too much rain. Or not enough.
The weeders should be working the south acre. Heading that way, she examines the stalks she passes. Glancing down row by row, admiring the straightness and the bright green stalks going to dun. Her feet stop suddenly. In the distance, a disturbing sight. Feet, not moving. Maybe, one hundred meters ahead. Sticking into her row.
She quickly unslings her bow, pulling an arrow from her quiver. Starting to run, What could’ve happened? The weeders, attacked by a wolf? A bear?
Running to the end of the row, she wonders, Where everybody? A quick frantic inventory in her mind. Mama in the big house. Jolan back near the steps. He has blades. Old Willy, he be at the stables. Nat and Angel on pest control, on the north acreage. Tyrone and Sarah weeding. Those feet be one of them?
As she gets close to them feet, Beneda slows. Nocking her arrow, her head bobs in all directions. Eyes flash. Danger? Jumping past these feet she looks. It is Tyrone she sees. Sarah be down too!
Her arrow tip quivers in each direction. Seeing nothing, she kneels beside Tyrone. He moves. Looking closely shows Sarah’s breathing, and she utters a hurting moan. Tyrone with the whites showing around his eyes, and bruises forming under his brow, circling to near his ear, tries speaking.
“Two men.” Tyrone voices a raspy and rough explanation. “Warned us.” Beneda looks around again. Wanting to hit something. Wanting revenge for these two in her perfect row.
If it gets hotter, or too much rain. Or not enough.
The weeders should be working the south acre. Heading that way, she examines the stalks she passes. Glancing down row by row, admiring the straightness and the bright green stalks going to dun. Her feet stop suddenly. In the distance, a disturbing sight. Feet, not moving. Maybe, one hundred meters ahead. Sticking into her row.
She quickly unslings her bow, pulling an arrow from her quiver. Starting to run, What could’ve happened? The weeders, attacked by a wolf? A bear?
Running to the end of the row, she wonders, Where everybody? A quick frantic inventory in her mind. Mama in the big house. Jolan back near the steps. He has blades. Old Willy, he be at the stables. Nat and Angel on pest control, on the north acreage. Tyrone and Sarah weeding. Those feet be one of them?
As she gets close to them feet, Beneda slows. Nocking her arrow, her head bobs in all directions. Eyes flash. Danger? Jumping past these feet she looks. It is Tyrone she sees. Sarah be down too!
Her arrow tip quivers in each direction. Seeing nothing, she kneels beside Tyrone. He moves. Looking closely shows Sarah’s breathing, and she utters a hurting moan. Tyrone with the whites showing around his eyes, and bruises forming under his brow, circling to near his ear, tries speaking.
“Two men.” Tyrone voices a raspy and rough explanation. “Warned us.” Beneda looks around again. Wanting to hit something. Wanting revenge for these two in her perfect row.
About the Author
Published author of academic book, chapters, articles, and post-apocalyptic “woodpunk” fiction, S.A. Gibson turns his passions for science in written worlds of wonder and fascination. He lives with his wonderful wife and their beloved Dachshund-Chihuahua in Southern California.
Links
Amazon: S. A. Gibson author page
Facebook: Gibson novels page
Goodreads: S. A. Gibson page
Website: Author page
Twitter: @Smalllinux
Facebook: Gibson novels page
Goodreads: S. A. Gibson page
Website: Author page
Twitter: @Smalllinux
Giveaway
Win the ebook of Asante’s Gullah Journey
by S. A. Gibson from Amazon
participant must reside in the United States and be 18+ years of age
by S. A. Gibson from Amazon
participant must reside in the United States and be 18+ years of age
RSS Feed