Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Justin D. Herd and his story Of Gods and Madness: The Faithful!
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Justin D. Herd is a Fantasy Noir author, who has been writing novels for ten years. He absolutely loves dark, twisted stories that take readers into unexpected places. Horror movies are his passion and he often takes stories to task for not logically thinking out their concepts. His home has been invaded by three eccentric cats, one of which is obssesed with all things digital. He is married with two children.
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I asked Justin D. Herd, “How did you get your start in writing and what fuels you to continue?” and here is the response.
I’d been writing off and on during High School, keeping multiple versions of my edits so that I could track exactly what I had changed and deleted. All by hand. The joys of being in the middle of the technologic boom.
But once I hit college, I found some local writing programs with a local author, Mel Odom. He’s a prolific writer with over 150 published books, writing everything from the military version of Left Behind to Buffy to his own series, including under many pseudonyms. He had classes ranging from short stories to anthologies to plotting out your entire novel. The thing that was great about these classes is that they were really free-form depending on who was in your class. I had a course that we were able to start plotting our novels in front of the class during the second class. The next one, however, we had people who had no idea how to structure a story, so we plotted out a book three chapters at a time, only allowing us to present our stories on the last class. While that could be seen as a negative, one of my classmates actually wrote the entire novel we’d plotted.
My writers group spawned out of that, all of us Odom-alums that wanted more than just the classroom environment. We developed with each other, but, as with all things, time whittled us down to a few core members, then food got in the way. For about three years we became a drinking group that occasionally talked about writing. After it became clear that our writing careers would be null if we didn’t change, I initiated a change – eliminate restaurants, go back to coffee shops, and start bringing writing again. Once again, we were stripped of a few more members but those of us that were serious got back on the horse.
I’ve always been the creative type, doing everything from MUSHs (Multi-User Shared Hack) to AMVs (Anime Music Videos), as well as short stories. Even in college, I took an expository writing class, Modern Monsters, and took impossible positions, such as trying to convince my professor that Frankenstein’s monster didn’t exist.
Honestly, what keeps me writing is that I have impossible ideas that I want to see if I can make work. It might not mean that I’m the most successful author out there, but at least my type of story is being read. I appreciate anyone who enjoys my off-kilter take on plots and hope they revel in my dash of madness.
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The right hand of the dominant mob family, Raine Morgan is tasked with hunting down two miscreants messing with the bottom line. He finds them on the docks, but, in the confusion of the fight, accidentally kills their victim and lets them escape. Horrified at what he’s done, Raine seeks redemption as well as revenge.
Things spiral out of control when a greedy middleman overthrows Raine’s mob organization. It’s only with the help of a friend inside the crumbling mob as well as a streetwise artist that Raine remains undetected as he searches for the men who started this all. Raine doesn’t realize, however, he has caught the attention of a disparate conclave of gods in the process.
As the pantheon returns to the city they’d abandoned, old conflicts re-emerge, causing divine civil war. Both sides try to pull Raine to their side, expecting to find a naive god for them to manipulate. Instead, they find a man stripped of everything, intent on playing both sides as they learn an awful reality – even gods can die.
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Vents flushed and opened with a rush of steam. Hot enough to melt skin, the air sang to Marise, a beacon leading her home. She turned her head above to the tram line to the pipes and searched for her hole. As she approached her outpost, she slowed and scoped the scene. It was just about time for the dregs of society to pour out into the street. If she was found, well . . . she shuddered. The best outcome would be her being ousted by a city worker. Every other thought left her gripping the blade in her pocket, until her hand ached from the constant pressure.
She peered over her shoulder, found no one in sight. She shifted the bag’s strap across her chest and began to climb. Moonlight caressed her as she climbed, hand after hand wrapped around the beams. Faint conversation hit her ears. She paused, wedged between two pipes. Flashing neon from local bars flashed in her periphery. She shot quick glances to each side but saw no one.
She shifted her grip, yelped. Withdrawing her hand, she saw the jagged remains of a twisted bolt. She cursed herself for not paying attention, thankful it was her non-dominant hand. She tried to inspect the wound in the exuberant neons. She fought through the pain, clenching her hand. Blood flowed through fist. She wiped it on her bag.
A giggle came from street level as a couple emerged from between the beams of the landing.
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Justin D. Herd, thank you for stopping by today!
Love & blessings to all! ❤