excerpt from "Fervor - Found" by Chantal Boudreau

As Sam threw his rain gear on, a bleary-eyed Fiona and a yawning Francis emerged from their rooms, responding to a summons by the Finder. The smaller boy reached out through the connection towards the general area where he expected Elliot would be. He found the vaguely familiar mind, but it was dim, dimmer than Sarah‘s had been immediately after her encounter with the wall, and it was completely non-responsive to Sam‘s gentle prodding.

False Tranquility by Chantal Boudreau

           Spear-Thrower was being a little careless as he walked the perimeter of his tribe’s terrain.  The Black Talon had not dared venture into the Snowy Barrens territory for the last couple of years, their attention redirected elsewhere.  Why they had stopped attacking didn’t appear to matter to most anymore.  The longer the lack of raids extended, the more the better part of the tribe took that feeling of security for granted.  Spear-Thrower, young and inexperienced, was amongst them.

The Sea Beckons by Chantal Boudreau

Somewhere there is a cruel god laughing,
The rain pouring down
Drowning his sorrows
Bringing a smile to his face.
Somewhere there is a cruel god laughing,
I stare out the window
At the bellowing storm
My watery doom I’ll embrace.
Somewhere I hear the angels crying,
Watching my pain
And hearing my prayers
Making a place there for me.
Won’t be long until my fire is dying,
I say my goodbyes
As I tremble in fear
But at least I’ll be buried at sea.
And the winds rage with a howl from beyond
They’ve come here to carry me Home,
And the waves tear at the sides of my boat
Welcoming me into their foam.

Interview with Chantal Boudreau

1. Who are some of your Influences?
Theodore Sturgeon, Anne McCaffrey and Frederic Brown were some of my earlier influences - I read a lot of their work when I was younger.  More recently, I've been inspired by Scott Sigler and Ren Garcia.  They've shown me you can do things your own way and still create something wonderful.