Thursday, June 6, 2013

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Title:  Remnant:  An Anthology
Author:  Roland Allnach
Publisher: All Things That Matter Press (November 11, 2010)
Length: 218 pges
Subgenres:  Sci-Fi /Fantasy


BLURB:
 A stirring, thought provoking anthology of three novellas within the speculative/science fiction genres. The stories are linked in theme by characters seeking self- truth, redemption, and their moral center.   The novellas, in order ofappearance, are: “All the Fallen Angels”, in which a convicted war criminal attempts to make peace with his past; “Enemy, I Know You Not”, in which a military officer that was captured and tortured tries to find his loyalty in an abyss of suspected betrayals; and “Remnant”, in which the survivor of a global pandemic is confronted with the prospect of making peace with hismemories when other survivors attempt to bring him back from self-imposed isolation.


EXCERPT:

…there she stands, among the whispers of ruin, caught between so much
anger and hurt and betrayal. So dark, that night: the whisper of the wind, the
patter of the rain, the steam of humid air; it had the feel of dissolution, of tears
and loss and futility. And there she stands among it all, among the whispers, dehumanized, for what is her life—any life—but the lost murmur of whispers in the dark?
She was only nine. I shot her anyway.
The nightmare snapped away as it always did, stunning the mind of the man that had been held in its sway. He rose up in bed—not bolting, but more a slow, steady bend at the waist to sit upright, like some undead creature of old. The comparison, he thought distantly, was not all that off the mark.
He turned in the darkness to let his feet slide out from under the sheets of his bed. There was no curious glance over his shoulder to look upon his wife; he knew by now that she was a heavy enough sleeper, and that she had grown accustomed to his often troubled sleep. Yet it bothered him nonetheless, waking a petty notion in the lonely recesses of his heart, a petty notion of jealousy to sleep in apparent peace.
With a sigh, he departed the bed and staggered with the stiffness of
his bad leg towards the little kitchen of their captain’s cabin. He moved
with familiarity, not turning on any lights, yet still able to silently gather
his customary mug and the hot water to make his tea. Then he settled himself at the small table beside the portal of their cabin, one hand on his mug, the other on his com. He looked out to the cold points of starlight in the black void. He blinked. The sound of water, the soft tinkle of running water, came to him. He looked to the sink, but he had turned off the faucet.
He closed his eyes.
The com vibrated under his hand, startling him. His arm folded like
an old mechanism to bring the little black communicator to his ear. He
could hear the breathing on the other end of the call. He knew who it was, but not how she knew to call, and she always knew; she always called when he woke, but she never spoke. Too many bad things dwelled
between them, he knew. Where does one start? When all that’s left is broken,
which piece do you pick up first, and more important, why that particular piece?
But then something changed: she spoke his name, her voice a thin rasp in his ear.
“Stohko?”
He blinked. His lips parted. He put the com down and keyed it off,
but stared at it for several seconds, his face settling to stone. His eyelids slid shut, and when he opened them, he was looking to his side to see his wife standing by the teapot, arms crossed on her chest, her long blue nightshirt hanging to her knees. “Nightmare?” she said through a long yawn.
He stared at her.
She rubbed her face before walking around the table to hug him from
behind, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Her dark hair slid
forward to brush against his cheek. He barely breathed. His eyes had not
moved, holding where he had seen her, as if she still stood there.
He laid his hand over the com.
“Stohko—”
“It’s my burden, Pallia, not yours.”
“But it’s here, with both of us.” She let her breath go. “You took your
pill?”
He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable at once, but nevertheless
confessed to her. “Last two days. Something’s changed. I don’t know. I’ve
been sleeping well for the last few weeks. No headaches, no nightmares,
no calls—”
She straightened, her dark hair trailing across his neck as she receded
from him, but her hands remained on his shoulders. “Those pills are old,
you know. Expired, I would think. Maybe you should see Piccolo
tomorrow. At least you could sleep then.”
He frowned.
She said nothing. After several moments she went back to bed, the
only remaining imprint of her presence the sudden chill of his skin where
she had touched him. He crossed his arms over his chest to lay his fingers
on his shoulders, sensing the dissipating warmth of her hands. He looked over his shoulder, but as he expected, she was gone. With a frown, he let his hands slide down to lay on his thighs as he looked back to the mug of tea.
He sat for some time, alone, in the dark, his eyes burning. He pushed
the com away, his arm holding a moment before he settled his hand in his lap. He rested back in his chair, gazed out the portal to the emptiness of space, and took a sip of tea.
A shrug, slight and almost involuntary, pulled at his shoulders.
***
He blinked, coming to his senses at the sound of snapping fingers. His eyes darted about to place him in his usual pub within the engineering section of the inter-system shipping nexus where his freighter was docked. He looked across the regular customers until his eyes fell on the man sitting across from him.
“Hey, Jansing, you still with me?”
Stohko looked at the man for a moment. He glanced down at the beer mug he realized he held in his hand. He looked back at the man across from him. “My credit’s good, Piccolo.”
Piccolo rubbed his beard, a grin seizing him as he lounged back in his seat. He was a dock foreman, but he was also a marketeer, and despite Stohko’s reliance on him, Stohko held no illusion about Piccolo’s nature. “You know, I like you Stohko,” Piccolo said, but sighed as he opened his hands on the table. “It’s just this stuff you need, you know, it’s not in my regular catalog of goods. That means I have to have it brought in special, and special considerations, well, that means special costs. If it wasn’t some exotic designer thing, it would be different, but being that I have to have it made, well, you understand. There’s only so much consideration I can give a former Navy man.”
Stohko stared at him. “My credit is good,” he said again.
Piccolo’s grin faded to a crooked frown. “Is it? I hear your business is real soft lately.”
Stohko’s eyes narrowed on Piccolo. “I know you have the pills.” Piccolo’s face settled. “I like you.” His eyes wandered over the black
ceiling before settling back on Stohko. “Tell you what: I have a little job for you—do it, and I’ll extend your credit.”

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About the Author:
Roland Allnach has been writing since his early teens, first as a hobby, but as the years passed, more as a serious creative pursuit.  He's an avid reader, with his main interests residing in history, mythology, and literary classics, along with some fantasy and science fiction in his earlier years.

By nature he has a do-it-yourself type of personality, and his creative inclinations started with art and evolved to the written word.

Since making the decision to pursue a career as an author, he's secured publication for a number of short stories, received a nomination for inclusion in the Pushcart Anthology, built his own website, and in November 2010 realized publication for an anthology of three novellas, titled Remnant, from All Things That Matter Press, followed in 2012 by his second anthology, Oddities & Entities, also from All Things That Matter Press. Both books have gone on to receive a number of national awards, including National Indie Excellence Awards, Readers Favorite Book of the Year Awards, and USA Book News Best Book Awards.

His writing can best be described as depicting strange people involved in perhaps stranger situations. He prefers to let his stories follow their own path. His writing is sometimes speculative, other times supernatural, at times horror, with journeys into mainstream fiction, and even some humor- or perhaps the bizarre. Despite the category, he aims to depict characters as real on the page as they are in his head, with prose of literary quality. His literary inspirations are as eclectic as his written works - from Poe to Kate Chopin, from Homer to Tolkien, from Flaubert to William Gibson, from Shakespeare to Tolstoy, as long as a piece is true to itself, he's willing to go along for the ride. He hopes to bring the same to his own fiction.

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6 comments:

  1. Hi! Great post! Your book sounds interesting! Thanks for sharing! Have a wonderful day!

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    1. Thank you, Shadow. With so many interesting books and authors out there, I always try to do something a little bit different, something that will tickle the gray matter. Thanks for your interest!
      Roland Allnach

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  2. Hi! Do you plan on writing more scifi? Have a good tour! Thanks for the chance!

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    1. I'm working on two sci-fi books right now. One of them I'm hoping to have completed by the end of the year, with the tentative title of 'The Lazarus Locus'. In the meantime in 2014 I'll have another anthology called 'Prism' seeing publication. 'Prism' has stories straddling several genres.
      Happy reading,
      Roland Allnach

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  3. how many books have you written?

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    1. Hi, Kristina. I have two published books, with 'Remnant' as my first and 'Oddities & Entities' as my second. While 'Remnant' is mostly sci-fi, 'Oddities & Entities' borders the paranormal, supernatural, and horror genres, with a little dark humor. My third book, 'Prism' should be out early 2014, and will contain equal parts published short fiction and new stories, covering varying genres and narrative styles.
      Thanks for your interest, and happy reading,
      Roland Allnach

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