What if the world you knew fell apart? What if the only person you cared about was stolen from you?
After a mysterious crop-killing epidemic leads to food shortages and unrest around the globe, two brothers, Victor and Dante, retreat to a remote cabin in the New England countryside, hoping to ride out the storm. But when a stranger arrives and Dante goes missing, Victor must scrap his carefully-laid plan and journey through a country torn by starvation and violence.
Guided only by his instincts and some horse tracks in the dirt, Victor will stop at nothing to bring his brother back home. But at what cost?
Brothers is the first book in the post-apocalyptic Last Colony series.
So there’s our pitch. Did you guys like it? Now we want to give you an opportunity you don’t get from your standard book page on Amazon—a chance to peek behind the curtain.
The Last Colony series is a collaborative project I have been working on with my good friend Stephen Truax. We wrote a shorter version of the story with much less character development and a lot more plot holes last year. Then, like many new authors, we just set it aside to collect dust. (Okay, I set it aside. Steve was ready to keep working on it, but the story scared the crap out of me.)
But when we (I) finally got the guts to start working on the story again, we discovered there were many things we still loved about the story. The characters, for instance. For those of you who know us, you’ll probably see some similarities between us and the two main characters—and, to a lesser extent, the other characters as well. They share some of our vices as well as our virtues. I think that’s one of the most exciting aspects of writing: you learn things about yourself you didn’t know before.
This book is only the first in a larger series, so we have a lot of work to do. Book 2 needs rewriting (it’s in rough draft form), and we have a number of goals for the series as a whole. (Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be a repeat of Lost.) So stay tuned!
Well, that’s it for now. But in the immortal words of John Paul Jones, “We have not yet begun to write.”
Or something like that.