Today I welcome author and creator, J. Alton Mast, as she ramps up for the much awaited release of the second book in her Daemon Theory series. Fans and new readers alike will enjoy this post apocalyptic ride
Welcome to my blog and I want to hear all about it:
Who are you and what brings you by today?
I’m J. Mast!
I am a 23 year old author, graphic designer, and comic artist. And I’m here for
this interview.
What drives you to write the kinds of books that you do?
Writing to
me is cathartic, so (and I know this sounds lame) the type of genres I write
tend to be a reflection of how I’m feeling. I tend to write things that are
darker (I tend to stick within Horror or Black Comedy) because that’s how I
deal with things. Some people have a punching bag or a stress-buddy. I write
about demons. To each their own, right?
How would you describe your writing style?
Odd and
cryptic! I’ve been told that my style is hard to read and that it makes people
think.
What are your influences?
Favorite books?
I love
reading about religion, philosophy, and human nature. I find those topics
endlessly fascinating. I read a lot of the classics, and they tend to be fairly
heavy on those topics. Some of my favorites among them are Candide and Vanity
Fair.
What songs would be included in the soundtrack of your life?
I am a HUGE
EDM and Dubstep fan. I love loud, thumping music that makes me want to drive my
car irresponsibly fast. So, even though my own life is fairly mundane, the soundtrack
to it would be pretty intense!
Could you share the best advice you’ve received as an author? What advice would you share?
Compromise
is your friend, but at the end of the day, never sacrifice the integrity of
your work just to please someone. Write something that you would want to read.
That advice still rings true to me, and I would definitely pass it down to
anyone looking to break into the industry.
Can you talk a little about your writing process?
There’s a
lot of procrastination involved. If I’m feeling blocked or just at a loss for
words, I tend to play video games, or take several walks, or just do something
completely unrelated to writing. I tend to get inspiration from seemingly
innocuous things. However, when I’m in the swing of things, I tend to keep my
coffee maker on for 24 hours straight and blast through my writing until I’ve
either burned myself out for the day, or get hit in the face with writer’s
block.
Tell us about your latest release!
It’s called Daemon Theory: Brotherhood and it’s the second in the series. It’s a
post-apocalyptic horror/sci-fi that takes place on our Earth, more than one
thousand years in the future and
chronicles the world post-rapture. There’s a
significant amount of action and I think it’s a great read if you’re into dark
(and more nihilistic) fiction.
Talk about one specific theme in your latest book.
A major
theme of the series as a whole is the concept of freedom, what it means to be
free, and at what price freedom does or does not come with. At the end of the
book, many of the characters realize that true freedom can never be attained
and that they will always be tethered to something (be it tangible or
intangible) that prevents them from reaching true freedom.
Can you share a passage?
Sure! This
is one of my favorites that I’ve written in this series.
Without
thinking, she began to swim forward. The water was deafening, as the only thing
that could be heard was her arms slicing through the grey and the occasional
rattle of chains.
“What is it looking for?”
the voice asked,
with utmost sincerity, “What does it need.”
Shut up…Alecko thought.
“We hear you,”
it laughed, “We hear everything,
little fish. Nothing is sacred here. Not thoughts. Not dreams.”
Where are you? she asked it, Why
don’t you show yourself?
“I’m here! I’m here! I am here!
Oh silly fish. Stupid fish. Swimming about in circles, looking for something
that can already been seen. Is that the nature of your kind? What can change
that? Or are you doomed? I would very much like that. We can stay down here
forever.”
You’re lying, she thought, You’re not here…you’re probably not
even real.
“You’ve had the dream
before, haven’t you? The one of the goat-headed woman with seven arms? She lingers
and waits outside of your house. She’s watching you. Waiting for the
golden-god, the false god, to come and fill your sweet, feeble head with lies.”
At
that moment, she heard a massive rumble from beneath. A strong current pulled
her down several feet, then flung her back up, closer to the surface. An impressive,
blackened body slithered in the ocean beneath her, like hundreds of coiling
snakes ever-entangled into one entity. Unable to process the creature’s immeasurable
size, she hadn’t taken the time to notice the great, red eye that had opened just beside
her. Horrible, asymmetric and ugly, it stared down at the daemon before it.
A
tendril thrashed from the chasm below, and wrapped itself around her body,
crushing her in its grip. She scratched at the leathery appendage, though it
did no good. It whipped her around, forcing her to look the great beast in the
eye.
Her
pupils shrank and her body seized up, gazing into the black, amorphous mass
hidden behind the turbid water. The hideous arm loosened and let Alecko drift
up towards the beast’s face. She could see a set of horrible, yellowed teeth the size of
pillars. A putrid stink soon followed as its massive jowls spread.
“Do not move,”
it hummed, rattling
the chains nearby.
This
voice was much different that the one before. It was almost soothing.
“Do not speak, and
do not think. I have much to say to you, born again child.”
What are you? she thought, her
heart pounding.
“I am the prophet…”
it replied, “I am the silent
watcher within these waters. I speak for the unheard, and I dream for the unsleeping.”
What would you ask
of me? she questioned, unable to physically speak.
“I ask only that you
listen,”
it retorted, “Alecko Hagai of the
Draics…once Alecko vi
Fenris…once Vanessa
Hilyard. Daughter of Hunter and Jennifer. You left a once beautiful life behind
to eradicate the lives of others. What say you to that? What is your defense
for your crimes?”
I…I have none, she pondered, I
have nothing to say. What I did was a mistake.
“A sorry is just a
sorry, except when it’s not…then it becomes something else entirely! Empty words. It’s all empty words.
I don’t understand them.
Ah! But action, wouldn’t that be a thing? What will you do, little fish? You ask for
redemption. Sometimes, I hear you calling out to me in your deepest sleep. You
are afraid. You are alone. You are scared that you will remain alone in the
end. Lie to others and you are merely deceptive, lie to yourself and it becomes
reality.”
I’m not afraid to die…And that’s not why I’ve come here. I’ve welcomed death.
“I know, I know silly
fish! Does this tragedy amend for another? Or are you just pretending?”
You ask a lot of
questions-
“And you assume you
know all of the answers.”
I never said that I
did. Apparently you know better than I. Tell me…
“You were born into
a den of eels and prostitutes! The spirits of your ancestors cling to what
little remains of your sad soul. They scream, they claw and they cry out. Your
mistakes burn at their essence. You allowed the golden-god to crawl inside of
you and what does that say? Oh how they
scream. I can barely hear you over their songs. Apparently, they are numerous.
Would you let them down?”
I helped set the
First Impact in motion! I know I have…But I can put a stop the Third. I’ve managed without
the likes of you so far. So…go back to your swimming! I don’t need you.
“I expected better
of you. It’s a pity that I can’t just do away with you, but then again I’ve been down here
for so long and I’ve lost my taste for mad women. In the city of flesh and sins live
only mad things. It’s so tiresome. Somehow I was hoping you’d be different, that’s all.”
You’re awfully civil
for…
“For a monster? Your
judgement is not a supplement for sentiment. You are a frog, aren’t you? Not descent
enough to be one of us and too cowardly to be a snake. How odious, we should
think of you.”
You speak in
riddles, prophet. But I have no time for games.
“On that we can
agree. Tick tock. Your time is running short. The golden-god must be stopped.
Tear him down, and cast him in bronze. Is degradation the key? No. Bring him!
Bring him to me. Oh sweetest Vanessa! Oh youthful Vanessa! We know what to do
with him here. But only I can make sure that he suffers.”
Would you do to him
what you do them?
“My sinners? No, no.
His crimes vastly outweigh the likes of them. His crimes are innumerable. His
punishment will never justify what he has done…”
Then why punish
him? Grant me the power to destroy him, and I will.
“I cannot.
Punishment is the nature of things. An eye for an eye? I’ve always liked
that one. But there are those who believed that punishment for crimes of the
most lurid kind can be paid in time. What is time to beings who are endless.
Does time accrue from the souls consumed? The lives lost? Or even worse, the
lives never lived? His endless hunger did not just affect those who were on the
cusp death. You know this and you will never be satisfied. Do you think that
his transgressions against you deserve all that the full force of hell can
bestow upon him? Yours seems to be a petty complaint in the scope of things.”
Again, you do
nothing to help.
“What would you ask
of me? After all, you are so close.”
Then why have you
called for me!?
“Let me show you,
little fish.”
The
sea prophet opened its gaping, cavernous mouth and inhaled. Alecko froze as the
water pulled her in towards the horrid rows of teeth. The realization swept
over Alecko and she began to swim away from the opening. She tried to scream,
though she could no longer fight against the current.
Like
a thunderous tidal wave, Alecko’s body went crashing down against the floor of
the monstrous mouth. She was able to catch her breath enough to expel the foul
water from her lungs. Though the stink of death and rot filled the damp orifice
and she began to gag uncontrollably. Water then flowed into the mouth, crashing
into her body as though flood gates had been opened.
“No…NO!”
Alecko screamed,
clinging to the back of the throat, the water pushing her back down the putrid
pipe of the prophet, “NO!”
Her
vision then began to go black as she stared down into the endless blackness of
the beasts insides. She felt her entire body go numb, as though her spirt had
decided to leave. As she lost consciousness, she heard the voice of the prophet
call out to her once again.
“I may continue to
survive once the rewriting of the world is upon us, but you’re finished. You
are all doomed. The kingdom of man is in ruin, and you’re no better off.
Ascendancy is a disease that cannot be cured…but it can be purged. Look around! They
will all betray you. I must show you something, but you must remember that
sacrifices must be made! And you must never be afraid.”
Tell us about your book’s cover!
I made it!
No, seriously. I did the cover artwork myself! Personally, I like white covers.
I think they look clean and eye-catching, and that’s definitely the aesthetic
that I tend to stick to when doing my own covers haha!
What else can you do besides write?
Well I do
all my own artwork for Daemon Theory, so there’s that! I’m also working on a
graphic novel (currently being serialized on its own website, by the way)
called Newchord Panic, so I can make comics as well. I’m also a
cosplayer and go to conventions regularly. I mostly work with fabric
construction, prop painting and makeup. My better half does prop construction.
We make a good team!
After the last page, what do you want the reader to leave with?
I want them
to want to read the next book, haha! But seriously, at the end of the day if I
made the reader think, if they were entertained, and enjoyed the story at the
end of it all, that’s all that matters to me.
What’s next?
As I said
before, I’m working on a graphic novel. As far as writing goes, I’m working on
a book unrelated to Daemon Theory. So far, all I can say is that it’s a
dark comedy for an older audience, involving Succubi and Incubi. I plan on
writing the next installment for Daemon Theory (obviously!) but I definitely
need a break from the story and the characters for a bit.
Where do you see the publishing industry heading in the next five
years?
I think books
will never be out of style. I think that for all the scares involving ‘Books
going under’ and ‘eReaders will replace printed word!’ is just that, all
scares. As long as there are people who can think, then there will be people
who read!
FAST FIVE QUIZ
1) What
movie could you watch no matter how many times it’s
on?
Jurassic Park!
2) What
side of a tree does moss grow on?
Any side it so desires. Who are we to
tell moss how to live its life?
3) Is
it wrong for vegetarians to eat animal crackers?
Absolutely. Animal Crackers have
rights too. And someone needs to stand up for them.
4) Have
you ever wondered what happened to the #1 pencil?
People realized that it thought it was
better than everyone else and stopped hanging out with it.
5) Why
isn’t phonetic spelled like it sounds?
Because irony is a cruel mistress…
Thanks for playing Fast Five. The animal crackers of the world finally have an advocate to call their own! Though I find it strange you mentioned them right after Jurassic Park. Don't tell the sheep cracker!
Thanks again for stopping by.
Make sure you check out Daemon Theory: Brotherhood coming out August 20th with Ink Smith Publishing, available for pre-order now! To read more about it, stop over at the publisher's website by clicking HERE
Thanks for playing Fast Five. The animal crackers of the world finally have an advocate to call their own! Though I find it strange you mentioned them right after Jurassic Park. Don't tell the sheep cracker!
Thanks again for stopping by.
Make sure you check out Daemon Theory: Brotherhood coming out August 20th with Ink Smith Publishing, available for pre-order now! To read more about it, stop over at the publisher's website by clicking HERE
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