Sunday, August 27, 2006

Building a Fictional World Part 1

Did you ever wonder what it would be like to create your own fictional world? Sort of—If I ruled the world, then…
Chocolates would be calorie-free
The dog would clean up his/ her own mess
All the traffic lights would turn to green for me
And more ☺

Most of my favorite authors in fantasy and science fiction have created their own worlds, so I decided to give it a try. My planet would be similar to Earth in topography and weather, but with a few differences, such as two moons instead of one, and native animals resembling dinosaurs. Later I added dragons.

I chose a name for my world—Traber, after the starship captain who discovered the star system and the habital third planet with no sentient population—or so he thought. Later events would prove him wrong.

By the time each of my stories open, plants and animals brought by colonists from Earth had adapted to the planet. A great famine swept the small group of colonists. During that time, their connection to their mother planet was lost, and their technology fell back to medieval times. Wars followed which split the people into several groups—each group settling on lands similar to those settled by their ancestors on Earth centuries earlier.

In Dark Passion, I introduce some of the dinosaur-like creatures, including the water-dragosaurs, called dabblers.

We first meet them and other creatures, tamed by men, in the opening:


The slavers struck without warning.
Some rose out of the sparkling waters of Conch Bay. Others, with a pack of rapto-dragosaurs at their sides, raced from where they'd hidden in the orangefruit grove. Women clutched their babies or little ones, frantic to protect them from the cruel men and slashing fangs of the leaping raptos.
Young boys and girls, who'd been digging in the sun-warmed, pink sand for oysterclams, froze or ran screaming toward their mothers. Small water-dragosaurs, known as dabblers, snapped at the slavers, biting and clawing the men and raptos who threatened their humans.
Dropping the basketful of orangefruit she'd collected for the evening feast, Alyssa Palanui, daughter of King Tristan, intercepted her preteen niece and the two boys nearest her. Quickly she drew them behind a roseberry bush. "Lani, Damon, Alan, run to Fernhaven. Warn them, and then stay there."
While precious moments ticked away, measured by shrieks of terror, Alyssa removed her lineage medallion and passed it to Lani. "Give this to their Keeper of the Flame. Now, go."
As the trio raced away, she picked up a long branch and ran toward the nearest woman fighting off an attacker.
Alyssa's heart fluttered in her throat with fear. All the men of Tamary and their neighboring village had left earlier to fish in the deep waters far to the south.
No one would come to their rescue.

If you want to read more look for Dark Passion by April Reid (my pseudonym for more sensual stories) at

If you have questions or comments, you can email me at:

Watch for Part 2 in Building a Fictional World.

Best Wishes,

Barbara Clark


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