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Monday, October 27, 2014

Dark Genesis Blog Tour - Guest Post + Excerpt: Dark Genesis (The Darkling Trilogy #1) by A. D. Koboah

Author: A. D. Koboah
Series: The Darkling Trilogy
Number in Series: 1 
Release Date: March 13, 2012
Publisher: Twenty Four Publishing
Cover Artist: I Do Book Covers 
Genre: Historical Romance/Paranormal Romance
 Presented by: Bewitching Book Tours

Synopsis from Goodreads
Life for a female slave is one of hardship and unspeakable sorrow, something Luna knows only too well. But not even she could have foreseen the terror that would befall her one sultry Mississippi evening in the summer of 1807.

On her way back from a visit to see the African woman, a witch who has the herbs Luna needs to rid her of her abusive master’s child, she attracts the attention of a deadly being that lusts for blood. Forcibly removed from everything she knows by this tormented otherworldly creature, she is sure she will be dead by sunrise.

Dark Genesis is a love story set against the savage world of slavery in which a young woman who has been dehumanised by its horrors finds the courage to love, and in doing so, reclaims her humanity.

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Dark Genesis is an unconventional, Paranormal, Romance that is very different to most vampire novels that are currently on the market. One of the things that make this novel so unique is the fact that it is a love story that is set against the savage world of slavery. Writing an entertaining novel, whilst remaining true to the brutal reality of slavery, gave me a unique challenge. It also forced me to create characters that do not conform to the gender roles for that genre.

I think every good book has to have a villain, and in my novel, slavery is the real villain. During slavery, slavers stole human beings from their homes and denied them a right to exist as human beings. It was an institution that relied on systematically degrading and dehumanising human beings in order for them to remain submissive.

Luna, my female lead, is an example of the devastating effect that kind of systematic degradation can have on a person’s sense of self. A beautiful slave who also has the innate supernatural abilities of her ancestors who were powerful witches, she has been so beaten down by her dehumanising experiences that she has suppressed all that she is, including her latent supernatural abilities. When we meet her at the beginning of the novel she is closed off emotionally and keeps people at a distance in order to survive the harsh realities of life as a female slave.

For Luna love is something that is as distant to her as the sun, and as she expresses in Chapter 17 of the novel, 
“That ain’t nothing no slave can affords to own. We can’t afford ourselves so how we afford to love each other?”

When love enters Luna’s world, it comes from an unexpected source. And it is only when she learns to love another that she begins to blossom and her latent powers are awoken along with her inner strength which allows her to reclaim the humanity that was stolen from her.
Having a heroine who has been dehumanised to the extent Luna has meant I had to have a hero who is unconventional for this genre. Avery is a powerful vampire who is able to act as Luna’s protector. Yet he has also been dehumanised, more so than Luna, and it is his sensitivity, along with the depth of his suffering, that allows him to break through the barriers Luna has erected to keep others at a distance. Being made into a vampire stripped Avery of his humanity, forcing him to exist on the margins of society. When he comes across Luna, he has pretty much forgotten who he is, and in order to win her love, he has to find a way back to the humanity he thought was lost, a journey Luna and Avery are able to make together and which is the beginning of an enduring love affair between these two disparate characters.
Mixing vampires and slavery is something most would not think of doing, but it meant I was able to create a unique take on the vampire novel and an epic love story that defies barriers of race, time and even death.



There were rare moments when the full horror of a female slave’s life fell on me and I felt that now when I glanced up at the woods and the path I would take back to the house. An all-encompassing despair rocked me from head to toe. I didn’t want to go back to a life of bondage. I didn’t want to go back to my quarters and drink the evil concoction which would hunt down and kill the innocent in my womb. I didn’t want to go back to a life where I saw evil practiced with ease and nonchalance, a life in which evens my body was not mine to own.
Master John had been away for the past week but when I got back to my cabin tonight and fell asleep, would I find myself jolted awake by him, his form looming over me in the pale light of the moon streaming through the open window, his male tool already awake and straining against the cotton of his trousers?
The mere thought caused me to double over with my arms wrapped around my waist, my face close to the water and the rocks beneath its surface.
The cause of most of my problems lay in the face that was almost lost in the watery surface now that the light was gone. I reached my hand into the stream and pulled out a large black rock. It looked as if it had split in two and the split end was as sharp as the blade of a knife. I held that rock up above my face and thought about Mama Akosua being brought to a strange land against her will at the age of fifteen. I thought about how lost and frightened she must have felt being so far from everything she knew and loved, and the strength and fearlessness she displayed when she took a blade to her own face and cut those marks into her skin. In doing so, she had honored and held onto the customs of her people, people she would never see again. Those scars that I had previously been repulsed by and seen as part of the savage ways of her past, had given her strength. They had been a way to take ownership of at least one part of her body and keep it forever hers.
I would do the same thing. I would take control of at least one aspect of my life and destroy the face that drew men like Master John to me like predators to the scent of fresh blood. I would use this rock to take away the pleasure he found in looking at this face and keep him out of my bed forever.
I brought the sharpest point of the rock down to rest in the middle of my forehead and closed my eyes. I began to apply pressure until I felt it break the skin, a point no bigger than the tip of my fingernail, and felt a warm release of blood. Strangely, I felt no pain, only exhilaration that I could finally do something to stop the terror inflicted on me by my Master.
I was about to bring the rock down my forehead, across my nose and down my cheek, when something, some force, stayed my hand. All at once I grew cold and it felt as if the air around my wrist was alive and humming softly in tune to some sinister beat, making goose bumps spring up along my forearm.
I pushed down with all my might but miraculously this force increased and when I felt my hand begin to move away from my face, I opened my eyes.
I was still facing the woods and for a moment I thought I saw something amongst the trees, a sliver of something that was an almost translucent white. At the same moment I experienced a wave of dizziness that made me feel as if my mind and body had turned to water. I quickly shut my eyes but the dizziness increased and I felt myself swaying, my thoughts and emotions a confusing melee, and I heard a voice in my head. Or was it my own voice?
That will not stop him, it said.
My eyes snapped open when I heard a sharp crack to my right. I whirled around to trace the sound, a sharp streak of fear leaping and twisting within me. It was only when I noticed that my hand was now empty and clenched into a fist that I realized that what I had heard was the sound of the rock I had just been holding hitting one of the trees on my right. The distance to that tree was a good seven or eight meters away. Had I really thrown it that far?
I got to my feet uneasily, knowing that I needed to get away from the chapel immediately. Something was very wrong here. The light was nearly gone now and there was something here with me. I could feel it now, an immense power unfolding and drawing strength as the last of the light seeped out of the sky.
Terror beat furiously within me, radiating to my very core. Mama Akosua had been right. I shouldn’t have come here. I was in danger, I...
Intoxicating dizziness washed over me again and although I tried to fight against its pull it drew me in, causing me to close my eyes and sway in time to its suffocating rhythm...
And then I was standing at the kitchen door of the main house, having walked through the woods from the chapel and back to the house with no memory of the journey.


About A. D. Koboah

I am of Ghanaian descent and spent the first few years of my life in Ghana before moving to London which is where I have lived ever since. I completed an English Literature degree in 2000 and although I have always written in my spare time, I didn’t start writing full-time until a few years ago.
My first novel Dark Genesis was inspired by my thoughts on dehumanisation. 

I was fascinated by the ways in which people are able to dehumanise others, the impact it has on the psyche and whether it is possible for people to find their way back from being dehumanised. 

This led me to Luna and the ruins of a haunted chapel deep in the heart of Mississippi.

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Dark Genesis Blog Tour Schedule

October 20 Spotlight
Kristy Centeno

October 20 Review
Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock

October 21 Interview
Pembroke Sinclair  

October 21 Spotlight
Deb Sanders

October 22 Interview

October 22 Spotlight
Roxanne’s Realm

October 23 Spotlight
More Romance Please

October 23 review

October 24 Guest blog
Mythical Books

October 24 Spotlight
Cassandra M's Place  

October 27 Guest blog (review later)
Offbeat Vagabond

October 27 Interview
The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom


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