I am pleased to host C. S. Boyack on today’s edition of Fantasy Authors Unplugged. He has a new book out named Yak Guy which I’m thoroughly enjoying. I turn it over to Craig.
Thanks for having me over today to talk about my newest book, The Yak Guy Project. This is an alternate world kind of story about a spoiled and dysfunctional young man who gets placed in an environment where nobody is going to put up with his crap.
As a fantasy author, I thought P.H. Might appreciate a small part of the world building in this story.
Part of the world building here is the warring factions. Yak Guy starts off in the wilderness, and has to pick up some basic survival skill, and fast. Fortunately, he has a guide in the form of a talking yak.
Once Yak Guy learns to take care of himself, the yak offers to take him to one faction or the other. The choice is his, but it’s irreversible.
He soon learns the people have been at war here for hundreds of years. Finding a way of portraying that was part of the fun in writing this story. They destroyed everything, and are back to fighting with spears and swords. Yet there is evidence of what they lost in the form of debris from ancient battlefields in the wilderness. He even finds one silk painting of a squadron of jet fighters still hanging in the home of the city’s most prominent person.
The population here is primarily Asian, but there are other races all over the place. This was my way of indicating that mass transportation existed before these people destroyed themselves.
I know languages started and localized based upon physical barriers, like mountain ranges and oceans. What would hundreds of years do to what used to be a common language? The opposing faction in this story speaks a language we can vaguely understand. It’s one of my hints that everyone used to be a common community here.
As part of his growth, Yak Guy is helped out by a friendly Hermit. This fellow speaks a language he can vaguely understand. He comes to realize that the little people are still people. Wars are waged on a higher level, and it’s the little people who pay.
There are many lessons ahead for Yak Guy, and it’s sprinkled with enough sword fights, predatory lions, and pretty girls to keep it interesting.
I hope I’ve convinced you to take this journey with my Yak Guy.
Imagine waking up in the desert with no idea what happened to you. You have clear memories of situations and places, but a complete loss in personal matters… like your own name. This situation is bad, and you have no idea how to get home.
When you’re rescued by a talking yak, the situation gets exponentially worse. You’ve obviously lost your mind. The immediate needs of a ride off the salt pan and searing heat, along with a drink of water, outweigh the concerns about your mental state.
This is exactly what happened to the Yak Guy. In fact he’s been placed in an alternate world and given a chance to start over in life.
Can this selfish, almost parasitic, young man learn to start over in a world where charity is hard to find? Life is brutal and short here, but he’s going to have to adapt or perish.
The Yak Guy project is loosely based around The Fool’s Journey from the Tarot. Those with experience in Tarot will spot people and situations from the Major Arcana.
Talking Yak? You bet and much more. Give this book a try and I think you’ll enjoy it – I know I have! Thanks to Craig for being on the blog today and best wishes with the new book.
The Tuesday Tales feature continues with a new story this week. The previous story was Shadow of the Beast To read the story, click on each link: Shadow of the Beast Part 1 | Shadow of the Beast Part 2 | Shadow of the Beast Part 3
This story is a a departure from fantasy for me and into a bit of science fiction where the science is more setting and the fiction is nuanced with it. Click this link to read Part 1.
by P. H. Solomon
The light guided Jake along the length of the hall. He passed several doors – all closed – until the guiding illumination stopped him at a door. The door parted from the center and air brushed his face. A projected screen and audio flickered from a darkened corner. “Jake was a good man. A man’s man with exemplary military service.”
“Come in, Mr. Lassitter. Please have a seat.” A young woman with dark hair pulled into a bun stood beside a simple desk of mahogany.
Jake walked into the room and sat.
“I’m Mrs. Walker.” She extended her hand.
“Can you end that.” He pointed to the projection where the speaker droned on about his life. Mona wept.
Mrs. Walker shrugged. “Most people like to view their end, but as you wish.” She tapped the projected interface on her desk and his service flicked into silence.
“Thanks.” He hated seeing Mona cry. He held back the hitch in his throat but his chin quivered. Watching was vain.
“Mr. Lassitter, I’m here to–.”
“Jake, call me Jake.”
Mrs. Walker cleared her throat and her lips pressed into a line. “Ah, these are hard enough without, uh, first names. I have a few instructions for you before your, uh, departure.” She placed a card on the desk. “This is your ID, keep it with you at all times.”
Jake chuckled. “The toe-tag.”
The young woman paused and cleared her throat. “Yes, well. Please leave all your personal belongings with me. Through this door is the escalator to the shuttle to Shady Oaks.”
He chuckled again. “All this is so humorous.”
“Mr. Lassitter, ending your life is a serious matter. Now, if you are ready please proceed to the transport.” She pushed the card toward him.
Jake discarded all his belongings, glanced at his new ID, and read the label: Archangel Lassitter. He stood, took the ID and headed for the door.
“Goodbye, Mr. Lassitter. I hope your journey is peaceful.”
Sunlight blazed into the room as the door hissed open. Wind whooshed around Jake and he stepped outside. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Mr. Lassitter?” Ahead another woman beckoned him toward the escalator into the shuttle.
Jake shoved the ID in his pocket and trudged into the wind. They were all so politely aloof. He reached the other woman who looked like Mrs. Walker’s sister.
“You’re the last. Hurry, there’s a schedule.” She took him by the arm and herded him onto the escalator that carried him off the ground.
Jake’s shoe-sole scraped on the door-runner’s seal. Other people his age waited in the cabin. Some of his fellow passengers glanced at him. No one offered greeting and no one looked him in the eye. He sat in the first empty seat. He recognized no one, so which seat he chose mattered little.
Minutes later the shuttle lifted into the sky toward the sun. Jake left who he was.
Thanks for reading today. For more information about my writing, please see the page about my epic fantasy series, The Bow of Hart Saga, which includes two award-winning books.
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