Today we are celebrating the release of the 2nd installment in the Earth 8-8-2 Saga, “Earth 8-8-2: Genesis’ Rebellion“.
To celebrate this release, it’s imperative to share with you the concept of birth of the Saga.
In 2014 Y. Correa was preparing a concept for the then “soon to be released” Concordant Vibrancy: Unity. Being that Y. Correa is a Multi-genre author, who’s an immense lover of Science Fiction and the theme of that anthology was unity, Y thought to herself, “Wouldn’t it be cool to unify genres and various fictional beings?“
Instantly the premise of the Earth 8-8-2 Saga was born. Part Science Fiction, part Paranormal and part Dark Drama, the Earth 8-8-2 Saga encompasses the life of a being which was created to be the Savior of Earth 882’s Mankind. Traversing parallel universes, multiple earths and various lifeforms, the Earth 8-8-2 Saga tells that tale of Genesis, a being which is a hybrid of an 882 Earthling, vampire, goddess and superhuman.
In the first installment, “Earth 8-8-2: The Genesis Project”, Y. Correa lays the foundation for the saga by telling the tale of Genesis’ creation.
In this NEWLY RELEASED installment, “Earth 8-8-2: Genesis’ Rebellion”, Y. Correa further elaborates on Genesis’ enterprise to obtain reprisal.
The beeping sound which resounded amidst the silence of the scarcely occupied room did nothing to alert anyone, for those there were already at attention. Endeavors such as these were bound to have an audience.
Three sets of eyes peered into the mammoth glass, liquid filled container that housed Project Armageddon (Code Name: Experiment Eight-eight-two-dash-five-point-one); General Townsen’s, Doctor Theodor Belt’s and Acinom Zenit’s. The tank: a matrix created to nourish and sustain Project Armageddon—grow and strengthen it to its fullest capacity.
Acinom pushed a button then flipped a switch on the rotundus supercomputer which covered over half the wall and the sound ceased.
“Acinom,” called Doctor Belt, his voice raised, as though she were in another room, “check his pulse.” Acinom’s eyes shrank to slivers, the disdain of being yelled at pestered her.
“Yes, Doctor.” Acinom reached over, pushing another button which caused a spectacle of waves and numbers to appear on the computer screen in front of them. “Normal, Doctor.” she concluded.
“Good, good.” responded the happy Doctor.
Before any more hoopla could transpire, General Townsen trumped the tangible glee in the room, his voice filled with animosity. “How much longer before Experiment Eight-eight-two-dash-five-point-one is activated?” the dryness in his tone leaving much to be desired. Acinom frowned then squinted; chomping at the bit to put him in his place, although that was not necessarily her place.
Doctor Belt interjected, “Well Commander,” he walked towards the titanic, rectangular, transparent glass cistern which had a wide array of tubes and mechanisms affixed to it, and placed his hand on the glass, as though attempting to touch his creation. “It shouldn’t be much longer.” The gleam in Doctor Belt’s eyes was akin to a maniacal scientist basking in the glory of his creation—mad and euphoric. Doctor Belt pressed his forehead to the glass and shut his eyes, then released a long sigh of gratification.
Inside the immense vessel, attached to innumerable contraptions, floated the inanimate body of being liken to an Earth 8-8-2 man, but not.
General Townsen huffed his satisfaction, turned, pivoting like a soldier about to march, and left the room.
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Good Day, Ladies and Gentlemen!
Today, I have a VERY Special Guest who has something of Great Interest to and for you all.
Y. Correa is a literary seductress, luring one in with her talent of Romancing the Words, keeping one hypnotized with dynamic characters, and stimulating one with engaging narrative voices, strong plots, and epic conflicts. Her writes are as complex and as distinct as her person; a delightful combination of eclectic and antiquated. Therefore, the mere mention of fitting into one set genre is laughable. The multi-genre decadence is where she showcases her magnificence.
Some of Y. Correa’s works include Historical Fiction “MarcoAntonio & Amaryllis”, Sci-Fi Mashup “Earth 8-8-2: The Genesis Project”, Sci-Fi Fiction series “A.L.O.M” and short stories such as “Ryan”, “Loving … them!” and “The G. Particle”.
Ms. Correa has also been in several short story anthologies and is the Founder/Creator of All Authors Publications and Promotions whose subsidiaries are:
All Authors Magazine
All Authors Graphic Design
All Authors Publishing House and
All Authors Certificate of Excellence
With that, Y. Correa presents “Lilith’s Dominion”.
Currently available for pre-order on Amazon.
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When Lilith fails to comply with the plans of Man and The Creator, she is punished to an existence that costs her the fruits of humanity. Every moment becomes a never ending spin cycle of memories mirroring profound loss, recalcitrant rage, and immeasurable suffering.
During a Halloween party at the Arcadia Chateau, the blue-green eyed brunette Jet leaves an impression which shatters the equilibrium of Lilith’s cloud of darkness. Is this a temporary aggravation or the start of a much needed resurrection—the fire of love in a heart iced with hurt?
It is believed that before the Genesis of the human age, Adam had a wife … a first wife; Lilith.
Created from the same ground from which Adam was molded, Lilith proved to be a bit more than his subordinate.
She was his equal.
Legend has it that Lilith was strong willed, independent and unyielding. All of the things that Adam did not want in a wife.
Red hair, sensual curves and red-brown eyes, Lilith was voluptuousness in the form of a woman. Passion, ardent and burning vitality. Lilith considered herself Adam’s compeer in every way—second to none and nothing.
What Adam hated to admit was that Lilith was his weakness, his burning desire, and his fierce, iniquitous poison. As much as he wanted her,he also hated her. It was her authority that continually dominated him, and her lasciviousness that seduced him. He was less of a man when he was around her, yet he also could not feel more empowered.
Adam realized that his obsession with Lilith was a lecherous enthrallment and nothing more, for he could not love her. Neither could he be her master. This was the problem. Adam’s job was to be in control, to be the head. The leader of Lilith and all of their descendants. For this, the Creator had made him.
Yet, around her—Lilith—he was nothing more than a groveling, dribbling, insecure excuse for a man. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and this suited her just fine.
Adam, not so much.
This was not what the Creator had mandated. Not what he intended when making them both. He needed Adam—level headed and trustworthy—to be in charge. However, with the ever present seduction of Lilith, this wouldn’t be possible.
Something must be done.
The sound of a single long nail clicking against a hardwood table was all that could be heard in the room. Why? Because all of the noise and commotion was in her head.
Voices, memories, flashing thoughts. Chaos! Nothing more and nothing less.
The upsurge of rampant thoughts caused her mouth to slap with thirst—suck her teeth in upheaval. Lilith’s thirst was soon to be quenched, she was certain. She’d already made the preparations. Yet, the riot that was Lilith’s unending trail of assaulting musings would probably never be quelled.
The light of night poked through the monumental stained glass windows. One ray in particular beamed across the room, perpendicular to its point of origin, then ricocheted from a mirror to shine a slender bright stream of yellow-orange light on the table. The thin beacon glowed not too far from where her hand tapped an agitated finger.
The room was enormous and regal, yet devoid of any exuberance. Filled with scarce furnishings—the mammoth hardwood table and the innumerable chairs that surrounded it. Old, decrepit paintings adorned the walls.
The air was stifling, consumed by the scent of mothballs, molded and aged wood.
How did I get here? Lilith’s thought, although in her mind, seemed to echo through the stretch of the empty room.
“Madam, your supper is ready,” squealed Lilith’s faithful attendant, though indubitably pitiful as he was, whilst walking in. The aged, wooden double doors screeched upon his opening them. Then, he closed them, without as much as a glimpse back. His skin had not seen the light of day in so long that it had lost its color. A peculiar shade of tan-gray, wrinkled and rough, was all that remained.
Throughout the years, Demetrius had become an old, dilapidated, fragile corpse of a man—feeble and haggard, yet faithful. Lilith considered that while his situation was different than hers, at least they shared the apathetic hue of their skin color, albeit not her extraordinary good looks.
“Bring it in, Demetrius. Leave it,” replied Lilith as she waved a hand in the air, with little to no regard whatsoever. Completely detached from human emotion and void of fascination. She couldn’t help herself. All her vitality had been lost eons ago.
“Yes, Madam,” responded Demetrius, then nodded his head and bowed out of the room. Seconds later he pulled in a frightened brunette, who was so dismayed that she’d lost all fight and merely shivered and sobbed uncontrollably. Demetrius, grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair and tossed her on the ground in front of Lilith. “Your supper my lady.” he said subserviently, then bowed out of the room once more.
Lilith wasted no time whatsoever and with the blink of an eye had the girl trapped, her fangs sunk into the girl’s main artery. The one located between the thighs—Lilith had long since grown tired of the neck. It was too convenient and she craved a bit of excitement, rare as it was.
Moments later, the girl’s life blood had been drained and all that remained was a naked, pale carcass.
Lilith stood to her feet uneventfully, sighed deeply, dusted her hands and then took a seat once again in her favorite chair.
With that, her mind whirled into its turbulent incongruity yet again.
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Good day, Ladies and Gentlemen!
It has indeed been a while since I wrote something here, and for that I apologize (also, it seems that I hit that Publish button prematurely: THAT was a rare misfire…).
Life has been keeping pretty busy as of late:
My Nephews, The Twins,
The Next WORDPLAY poetry book that is coming out soon,
Hardcore editing “Red Heels Recess” (STILL),
Performing at shows (ONCE AGAIN).
I have not neglected any of you, my dear readers and followers; just a few things that are going on at this time.
My mind has been full of ideas: great ones, if I do say so (and I DO say so… 😉 )
Good day, Ladies and Gentlemen!
I would like to take this time to say thank you. Thank you all for being with me on this incredible journey. Thank you all for your love and support. Thank you all for being an inspiration to me.
No: I am NOT dying. There are some times that I forget to say thank you to everyone that has impacted my life, and those of whom that I have impacted.
“Thank you” are two little words that hold so much value and meaning. There are days that I wish I could say it a whole lot more. At the end of the day, I am thankful that I’m able to speak those words.
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Hello Ladies and Gentlemen!
I have said in a couple of past blogs that certain topics are “a conversation for another day.” I will make good on those words and discuss at length some of those items.
If anything, this blog is specifically tailored to and for YOU.
I would like to know and hear what topic you would like for me to offer my Point of View. Enter your topic in the comments below, and I will speak on your topic openly and honestly.
I look forward to hearing from you all!
Good Monday Morning, Ladies and Gentlemen!
To give a bit of depth as to Why I am doing “Ten Questions with Andrew Boyd, Poet,” my dear friend and confidant Ms. No Labels enjoys seeing me blogging just as much as I enjoy blogging (despite my blogging has been on the back burner for some time).
Ms. No Labels’ questions pertain to my upcoming and overdue publishing of my long-awaited thriller “Red Heels Recess,” which WILL be published this year (Date To Be Determined). We both agree and agreed that the asking and answering of Ms. No Labels’ inquiries will give great insight as well as understanding to and for everyone as to how my mind works when I write.
With that, we have arrived to our tenth and final question! Let’s go!
The Psychological Thriller, in my mind, is the penultimate genre to get correct as a first time novelist. Accuracy on MANY levels is key so that the delivery and story are eye-catching and incredible the first time around as a first time novelist.
The SLIGHTEST misstep in this genre can spell disaster, and can very well destroy the inspiration and drive of a first time novelist.
Psychological Thrillers deserve as much attention to detail just as much as the next genre; let’s make that fact known. TO ME, it is the penultimate genre to get right when it comes to delivery, accuracy, story-telling, and attention grabbing. When my friends Monica and Yasmin looked over what I gave them, I knew that “Red Heels Recess” needed work and help.
Monica and Yasmin not only offered me great feedback, they showed me that I needed a hard hat and a construction crew.
Those are my girls: they can see holes and errors that I have MOST LIKELY overlooked (and things WERE overlooked).
I could have gone all willy-nilly and just published without their input or anyone else’s input. End Result? I would have been a Laughing Stock, and the Stocks are high in the Laughing Department with Christian Bale looking like Jesus Christ leading the Laugh Riot!
Ladies and Gentlemen, I would be BEYOND embarrassed. That level of Fail would warrant me to crawl under a rock, NEVER to publish again. The works that are already on the market would be discredited and I would be perceived as a Fraud.
Granted, this is about my Psychological Thriller and not my poetry. Although they are different types of writing, my writing abilities (in my honest opinion) would appear suspect to a few people. I WILL NOT allow myself, My Talent, My GIFT to be seen as Suspect. This is why I am such a stickler for looking for assistance, help, a few pair of eyes, a few pairs of hands, and a whole lot of Love from those who know that I can accomplish this difficult feat.
There is a lot and too much on the line for Failure to be an Option. It is SO VERY IMPORTANT that “Red Heels Recess” gets the Treatment, Care, Attention, Affection, Respect, and Love that it deserves so that it is (by My Standards) at its peak physical literary form.
Thank you for taking time out to read “Ten Questions with Andrew Boyd, Poet”!
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