- Eden began when I was a teen. I had a dream of being abandoned on the moon (that bastard Neil Armstrong and Buzz!) but I didn’t do anything about it until much, much later. Eden took many, many rewrites before I was happy. From that dream you could say it took ten years to write, but the first draft is very different from how it is today. Romance prevails over the sci-fi element.
- I didn’t do well at school and was always told I’d never amount to anything, and when I left and joined a creative writing group I was told the old favorite ‘write what you know’. I didn’t know anything (or so I was told)! But I wanted to write, so I thought the easiest genre would be science fiction, my thought process was that I could make everything up and not have to ‘know everything’. Of course, I soon found out I was wrong, every genre needs research and sci-fi has to be based on fact. I discovered a love of astronomy during my research.
- Eden was accepted by Darley Anderson but dropped at the last hurdle because publishers thought it was too niche.
- Eden is in a ‘trademark’ battle with another book of the same name. There are many Eden books out there and we’ve all existed without problem for many years, but then a new indie author decided to bombard us with letters from his attorney to ‘cease and decease’ from using the title Eden.
- I had a ‘what if’ moment while on holiday and wrote the sequel, Hunted, (in my head) whilst on the beach in sunny Spain. Once I was home I typed out the first draft (50,000 words) in three weeks! I should have entered NaNoWriMo!
There is no chance of escape or rescue.
managing to crawl out of the spaceship, she glimpsed Bodie turning to look and
calling for her to run. Matt picked up a rock and threw it at the alien as it
ran towards them.
her. Trying to ignore the sensation, she staggered away from the spacecraft,
but the ground shifted under her feet. Time was measured for Jenny, yet around
her things were moving fast.
between her and the two men who, by now, were at the top of the crater. She
couldn’t see them anymore, but only heard Bodie yelling for her.
her eyesight pixilate. She gritted her teeth against the dizziness. ‘I’m
somewhere in the distance. ‘Get in your buggy, Bo. Get the fuck in!’
struck a lump of metal debris protruding from the ground.
and peaceful. Jenny opened her eyes and, in a sudden moment of realisation, she
flipped to her side and looked to the top of the hill. With a sick feeling of dread,
she rose and scrambled to the top of the crater. It felt like a mountain, and
she slipped several times. Expecting to find Bodie and Matt dead; their bodies
torn in frenzy under the clawed hands of the alien, she was relieved to find
the men and the buggies were gone.
in the sky caught her eye. The buggies, now small space shuttles, were on their
journey back to Taurus as if being
hauled back up by an invisible string.
she pressed the controls; nothing happened. She spoke into the transmitter, but
remembered that Kate was malfunctioning. Her buggy was immobilised.
buttons on the screen display. She pumped the accelerator, but nothing happened.
She couldn’t even close the buggy up; instead, it remained open-topped.
as panic momentary claimed her.
OK. It’s OK. Breathe.’
expecting her fingers to come away bloody, but they were dry. A lump was
beginning to protrude, though, and she suspected she had alien finger-marks
around her throat.
alien was close by. Might it be possible that it had gained access to one of
the buggies and was inside Taurus? Kate
was programmed to destroy an intruder immediately, but…
think that way. She climbed back inside the buggy. She’d be OK. Bodie would
realise she’d been left behind. He’d override Kate to get her buggy
operational. She’d wait.
her, all she could hear was the pounding of her heart. It was a lonely sound.
She sat for a long time with her head tilted back, looking up at the vastness,
the emptiness, of the sky.
acknowledged that she may have to spend a night alone on a strange planet.
Feeling vulnerable and highly visible in the buggy, she climbed out and slipped
beneath it. With the protection of its thick tracks either side of her, she
felt safer, plus she was sheltered from the icy wind that had sprung up.
comfortable and remain optimistic; however, as the eerie silence stretched and
played on her imagination, it was difficult to keep hold of her positivity. As the
shadows lengthened and faded, and the remaining seven moons rose and twilight
fell, her confidence had all but gone.
exhausted her body. She slept, unaware, and, for a sweet moment, her nightmare
of being left on a desolate planet did not present itself in her dreams.
circumstances after being abandoned on stone-age Eden. With clans of wolf-like
people, Neanderthals and a
savage tribe of Owains roaming the planet, she and Fly retreat to a protected corner
of the world.
But things evolve to remind Jenny that the man she’s in love with is an alien, and the world they live on isn’t Earth.
This time, it’s Jenny’s turn to fight for what she wants! It’s that, or die.
were accustomed to the gloom, Jenny could see a whole array of holes. She heard
voices, childlike, and a baby crying. Another face peered out of the wall.
Larger, older, than the others, but still a child. Jenny caught herself
thinking the word. Child. Early and
primitive but children all the same. All were bare of hair, had a small button
nose and a wide mouth. But it was their eyes that enchanted Jenny the most.
They were blue and humanlike.
chirping laughter as faces played peek-a-boo with her. It was surreal.
Of course it was surreal. This was Eden, not Earth. She was living with an
alien man, having his alien baby, running from giant birds and other alien men
and now living with primitive creatures that’d probably rival both Jelvia and
Human when they fully evolved.
was looking at her. Jenny stared back as Mum fussed around her with her
maracas. The early pain-relief had a lot of catching up to do, Jenny thought,
as a contraction made her gasp. As it passed she looked back at the others.
They were so unlike wolves. She had only called them that because of the
howling. It had been fitting, she thought. ‘But not now,’ she said aloud.
with Bo—up close up there was nothing wolf-like about them at all. The pregnant
female was lying on her side and the other was rubbing her back as she
whimpered and made small chep-chep-chep
sounds. Mum made soft noises in return and bustled around her—patting the
foliage and furs around her form as if making her comfortable.
until a wave of pain descended on her so hard she threw back her head and
screamed. The pain had no respite now, it was continuous and she no longer
noticed her surroundings. Gentle, hairy hands moved around her and pulled off
her lower clothes. Then she was lifted beneath the armpits into a half
squatting, half-standing pose.
Jenny yelled. A howl outside the cave answered her shout. ‘Oh, Fly,’ she said
on a half cry.
thought as her body took over from her brain, and the urge to push became so
overwhelming it couldn’t be ignored.
forgotten as her baby fell into the soft nest below.