CARNIA
Jay
DeMaarten
DeMaarten
Genre: Dystopian
Publisher: Storywell Press
ISBN: 978-1-9990165-2-4
Number of pages: 80
Word Count: 13500
Tagline: Only proven fighters win
mates. Cain isn't a warrior, but he's going to fight for a chance to win a
partner
mates. Cain isn't a warrior, but he's going to fight for a chance to win a
partner
Book Description:
Cain wants an Evite—a woman—of
his own. In a world where mating is strictly controlled, he must follow the
rules and enter Carnia; New Eden’s prestigious annual mating festival.
his own. In a world where mating is strictly controlled, he must follow the
rules and enter Carnia; New Eden’s prestigious annual mating festival.
Many fight for the privilege, but
few are chosen.
few are chosen.
After a humiliating defeat,
Cain’s best friend shows him another way—albeit a secret, forbidden way—to get
into Carnia. A way that might offer Cain an opportunity to win a mate, or cost
him everything.
Cain’s best friend shows him another way—albeit a secret, forbidden way—to get
into Carnia. A way that might offer Cain an opportunity to win a mate, or cost
him everything.
Because not only must Cain prove
he’s worthy to take part in Carnia…
he’s worthy to take part in Carnia…
…he must also survive it.
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Excerpt
Chapter 1:
Chapter 1:
Cain landed hard
on his back amidst shouts and jeers. The dirt felt cold against his skin, and
his opponent—a short and muscular boy named Zak—danced menacingly around him,
daring him to get back on his feet. At first, Cain didn’t budge. He was
paralyzed by the noise of the crowd, which was quickly turning into a mob. The
crowd consisted mainly of Adamite youth. They had gathered in the gymnasium to
watch one of the many bouts that took place in the month prior to Carnia. At
seventeen, Cain was now at the age where he could compete for the privilege to
be chosen for Carnia, but so far things were not going well. Beyond the crowd
of Adamites, Cain noticed that some of the Elders were watching from the
elevated seating nearby. They were all dressed in white tunics, which was the
customary dress. All Adamites wore some variation of a tunic, but the Elders’
tunics were a bit more elaborate, some of them adorned with decorations along
the fringes in special colours to mark status. And unlike Cain, who was covered
in sweat and dirt, they were unblemished. One of them, a bald-headed man, shook
his head in dismay. Cain knew what that meant, and a torrent of fear and
emotion washed over him. He curled himself into a ball and started sobbing.
Displaying such emotion did not help, but he could not control himself. He wanted nothing more than to be swallowed
into the earth.
on his back amidst shouts and jeers. The dirt felt cold against his skin, and
his opponent—a short and muscular boy named Zak—danced menacingly around him,
daring him to get back on his feet. At first, Cain didn’t budge. He was
paralyzed by the noise of the crowd, which was quickly turning into a mob. The
crowd consisted mainly of Adamite youth. They had gathered in the gymnasium to
watch one of the many bouts that took place in the month prior to Carnia. At
seventeen, Cain was now at the age where he could compete for the privilege to
be chosen for Carnia, but so far things were not going well. Beyond the crowd
of Adamites, Cain noticed that some of the Elders were watching from the
elevated seating nearby. They were all dressed in white tunics, which was the
customary dress. All Adamites wore some variation of a tunic, but the Elders’
tunics were a bit more elaborate, some of them adorned with decorations along
the fringes in special colours to mark status. And unlike Cain, who was covered
in sweat and dirt, they were unblemished. One of them, a bald-headed man, shook
his head in dismay. Cain knew what that meant, and a torrent of fear and
emotion washed over him. He curled himself into a ball and started sobbing.
Displaying such emotion did not help, but he could not control himself. He wanted nothing more than to be swallowed
into the earth.
“Get up, sissy!
Are you an Evite?” Zak taunted. The crowd chimed in as well.
Are you an Evite?” Zak taunted. The crowd chimed in as well.
“Weasel!”
“Coward!”
“Mother’s boy!”
That last one
hurt, because nobody among the Adamites ever had a mother. To be called a
mother’s boy meant you were somehow one of the Evites. And sometimes Cain
wondered if, in fact, he was. He continued sobbing, and as he buried his face
in his oversized boxing gloves, he began to wish he was an Evite. He wished he
could live amongst them because at least then he would never have to prove his
masculinity.
hurt, because nobody among the Adamites ever had a mother. To be called a
mother’s boy meant you were somehow one of the Evites. And sometimes Cain
wondered if, in fact, he was. He continued sobbing, and as he buried his face
in his oversized boxing gloves, he began to wish he was an Evite. He wished he
could live amongst them because at least then he would never have to prove his
masculinity.
“Get up!” Zak
repeated. “What’s the matter with you? I barely hit you.”
repeated. “What’s the matter with you? I barely hit you.”
The referee, who
was a small boy, knelt beside Cain and began the countdown, slamming his palm
into the dirt floor, kicking dust into the air each time. Cain did not move.
When the referee declared Zak the winner, cheers erupted. The crowd hoisted the
victor up onto their shoulders and carried him off. Cain had his eyes closed
the entire time, but he could hear the noise slowly receding.
was a small boy, knelt beside Cain and began the countdown, slamming his palm
into the dirt floor, kicking dust into the air each time. Cain did not move.
When the referee declared Zak the winner, cheers erupted. The crowd hoisted the
victor up onto their shoulders and carried him off. Cain had his eyes closed
the entire time, but he could hear the noise slowly receding.
When Cain
finally opened his eyes, everyone including the Elders was gone, and all he saw
was a tall, wiry young man with dark hair standing above him. Through pain and
tears, Cain recognised him. It was Abe, his best and only friend since early
childhood. Abe held out his hand to Cain. “You ready to get up?”
finally opened his eyes, everyone including the Elders was gone, and all he saw
was a tall, wiry young man with dark hair standing above him. Through pain and
tears, Cain recognised him. It was Abe, his best and only friend since early
childhood. Abe held out his hand to Cain. “You ready to get up?”
About
the Author:
the Author:
Jay DeMaarten has been a lover of
writing since his high school days. He is a journalist and freelance writer,
publishing articles on a wide range of topics. His primary passion, however, is
fiction in all its mediums. Jay enjoys storytelling in both the spoken and
written word, and for the last six years he has been learning and experimenting
with writing fiction. He developed a special love for science fiction and
fantasy during his days at the University of Guelph, where he graduated with a
Master of Arts in 2013. Since then, he has been working on a full-length novel
entitled Noah’s Ark, which will be published in 2020. When not writing, he
enjoys walking, watching movies, exercising, and studying. He is currently studying
accessibility media at Ryerson University. Jay resides in Toronto.
writing since his high school days. He is a journalist and freelance writer,
publishing articles on a wide range of topics. His primary passion, however, is
fiction in all its mediums. Jay enjoys storytelling in both the spoken and
written word, and for the last six years he has been learning and experimenting
with writing fiction. He developed a special love for science fiction and
fantasy during his days at the University of Guelph, where he graduated with a
Master of Arts in 2013. Since then, he has been working on a full-length novel
entitled Noah’s Ark, which will be published in 2020. When not writing, he
enjoys walking, watching movies, exercising, and studying. He is currently studying
accessibility media at Ryerson University. Jay resides in Toronto.
Interview with Jay DeMaarten
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
I tend to keep the story under control, that said if the story takes an interesting turn but is still within the overarching storyplan then I don’t worry too much. I like my characters to develop in unexpected ways, but not to the extent that it derails the entire storyplan—unless of course that derailment is somehow a sign that the story needs to go in a different direction.
Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.
Carnia speaks to themes and issues that are especially important today, namely gender and sexuality. No matter what your sexual identity or preference, there are roles and character traits people are expected to have, and there are consequences if they don’t live up to those expectations. I also think it’s a good prep for my full length novel, Noah’s Ark. The protagonist in Carnia has similar challenges to the protagonist in Noah’s Ark.
Have you written any other books that are not published?
I have a few unpublished stories and a three quarters finished zombie manuscript. I intend to finish it though.
Pen or type writer or computer?
I use a pen to write outline and then write a rough draft. As I transcribe onto the computer I make my edits.
Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?
Every reader means a lot to me and I welcome any reviews I get. Reviews mean that people are reading, and when people are reading they are at least hearing me out. Also, I know it is a tough time with the pandemic and I really hope everyone finds meaning in whatever they are going through.
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