I am honored to have on my blog today
S. Forrester Lybrand
and We Kill Death
About the Author
S. Forrester Lybrand is a writer and a poet. He’s had short stories published in the literary journal Hothouse, along with prose and poetry placing in writing contests back in his college days (at the University of Texas at Austin). He resides in the Lone Star State where he continues to create stories that spur the imagination and strike at the heart of adventurers.
We Kill Death was envisioned to be a book that stayed true to the themes of fantastical stories, promoting loyalty and virtue in the face of overwhelming evil, while straying from the shallow melodrama and self-centered protagonists of many contemporary YA novels. Above all, Lybrand wrote We Kill Death to be a gripping tale beset with unique monsters and admirable heroes in a mysterious world within our world.
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About the Book
We Kill Death
by S. Forrester Lybrand
Paperback, 392 pages
Published June 27th 2012
by CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
“It was a season of death and the killing of death.”
In the woods near their school, there is a crumbling chapel.
There is a mansion-house, where lives the ageless witch. In the woods, there is a family of Nephilim, dark, tall as trees, white-eyed and hungering
for human flesh.
Damien and his friends stumble upon these wonders while cutting class one Autumn day. They meet the beautiful Zoe and bearded Orion, sister and brother with no history or home to speak of, who offer them bizarre jobs. They see chimeras and kadraums. Harpies and dedgers. The small group of teenagers must face this world within the world they thought they knew, or else be overrun by strange creatures and ancient monsters. In those woods, carved on a thick juniper trunk, are three words: We Kill Death.
An engrossing start to a fantasy trilogy, We Kill Death is wrought with danger and mystery; it will excite grown-ups, teenagers, and anyone who knows there’s more in the woods than trees and squirrels.
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He was slow to notice that the trees became larger the further he traveled, but when he did look up and notice the mounting bark, the long cracked skin of arms reaching from the sky into the grass, he stumbled into the mesquite, drawing two lines of blood in his skin.
Finally, he first saw the white, flaking gates. They frightened him. It was strange to suddenly see the product of man in the midst of untamed tree, even thought it was what he was searching for. He went slowly, bent over and stepping. He did not want to announce his presence just yet. He kept his halberd rocking slightly back and forth in his hands, ready to swing hard and fast.
He was alone, standing in a place so isolated and shadowed and far from his home. The church where they had met Zoe stood old in an open field, hidden but honest when found. This mansion was a lie, a secret that would not reveal itself until one stepped into it, like an old bear-trap forgotten by the hunter who set it. Despite the white fence that stood between him and the mansion, he felt as if he was already inside the house, and there was no escape; only a hint of release if allowed by its keeper. The sunlight was severed and permanently dying in the air. The darkness of the wood on the walls echoed to where Gav stood. There was no point in staying hidden. He had been discovered the moment he laid eyes on the place.
So happy to be able to chat with you today and ask you some fun questions.
What is the strangest thing you believed as a child? I used to believe that all cats were girls, and all dogs were boys, and that they mated to have more puppies and kittens. It made a lot of sense to me. Cats seemed self-controlled and prudent, while dogs seemed foolhardy and wild. I think this belief went away fairly quickly; I never witnessed mixed litters of kittens and puppies. The evidence was not there.
What movie deserves a sequel? The Incredibles. And from what I’ve heard, they’re finally getting one!
What books on your shelf are begging to be read? Really it’s a bunch of different collections of short stories/poetry that I’ve neglected. Hemingway. Edgar Allen Poe, I’ve only chipped at him. Bradbury. I got a cheap copy of some of D. H. Lawrence’s the other day. But that type of book is good for reading and then setting aside, sampling in the interim of novels.
If you were in a witness protection program, what would be your alias? It would probably need to be low-key, wouldn’t it? Nothing fancy? Bill Jackson or something. But it’s more fun to have an important-sounding name, so…I’d try out Rupert S. Rolf.
If you could bring someone famous back from the grave, who would you choose? For me I have to sort through my favorite authors. I think I’d choose Lewis Carroll, because after everything I’ve read about him I still have a hard time imagining what sort of person he was. He was supposedly very shy, and yet highly creative, entertaining, and outgoing…if he liked you. He was bizarre, but also pragmatic. Other biographies I’ve read present their subjects in a pretty clear light, but Carroll was his own sort of bird.
If you could project yourself into the past, were would you go? Far, far back. See all the ancient, extinct animals I could. Any continent would do, though it’d be difficult to choose what time period. But that would be fascinating, to see all the creatures that no longer exist, what we’ve forgotten, what we haven’t discovered, what we never will discover. The old beasts.
If you could be a member of any TV-sitcom family, which would it be? The Huxtables, from The Cosby Show. To have Heathcliff Huxtable (Bill Cosby) as a relative would be great for so many reasons. He is an endlessly funny man, shares sharp wisdom, lives practically as well as pleasantly. That show portrayed a happy, healthy model for family, with consistent humor and wisdom. I think that show was really the best family sitcom ever produced thus far.
Aside from lettuce, what are your two favorite salad ingredients? Mushrooms and cucumbers.
What is one guilty pleasure you enjoy too much to give up? Sometimes I smoke a tobacco pipe. Occasionally a cigar. I know smoking is a rather unpopular pastime nowadays, and I’d give it up if it started to negatively affect my health. But for now I enjoy it, and I never inhale or smoke cigarettes. Pipe tobacco smells sweet and blowing smoke rings is enjoyable. I’ve had many memorable conversations with friends and strangers whilst enjoying a good bowl or two.
What’s something that amazes you? Guacamole.
What season do you prefer? Why? All seasons have their unique charm, but Fall is great. It carries balance with it, even in Texas where I live; you can experience these polychromous, cool wondrous days, and then there are the grey, brooding, peaceful afternoons hinting at the coming winter. I also like hot drinks, and they’re better enjoyed when it’s cool or cold out.
You walk into a room, what is your entrance music? A couple of tiny trumpets sound off, announce me, played by some trained rabbits perhaps. Just a few peals. Doesn’t have to be a whole thing, you know.
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