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A Howling New Novel: Leaving the Pack, by David O’Brien

Posted by on 16 May, 2014

Leaving the Pack, David O'Brien

Leaving the Pack, David O’Brien

Hey all, I’ve been a busy little bee preparing to launch my second book into the world, but I just had to take the time to share this fabulous author with you. David is quite witty and I’ve recently had the pleasure of sharing some radio air time with him. What a riot!

I’ve invited him here today to tell us about his new novel, Leaving the Pack, available now from Tirgearr Publishing. Take it away David!

“Thanks Kate!

Let me tell you about werewolves and fashion trends.

“What’s it about?”

Everyone asks this, as you’d expect, when I say I have a book coming out.

“Werewolves,” I reply.

“Ah, you’re getting on the bandwagon!” they say. “Trying to ride Twilight’s coattails. Everyone’s reading books about vampires and werewolves these days.”

It seems that people think I wrote the book thinking about what the next current fashion in novels would be. If only! If only I could write that fast.

In reality, I started Leaving the Pack in 1990. Back then, as far as I can remember, werewolves were the American one terrorising London, or were the wolf-like beings of Whitley Strieber’s Wolfen, from nearly a decade before (we’ll leave Teen Wolf aside, shall we?).

So if a species of intelligent wolves could exist, why not a race of men who were like wild beasts inside, whose hormone and pheromone production was affected by the moon? No reason. It seemed scientifically feasible to me.

I wrote a novella, and slowly expanded it into a novel over a number of years as I worked on other things, too. And as the years passed, I saw werewolf books and movies appear again. It’s like clothing – you don’t need to worry about your wardrobe not being in style. Just keep the outfits until they come back into vogue. You write what you want and sooner or later, someone will think it’s the right time for it.

Werewolves and vampires are like denim jackets: they’re never going to go out of fashion for very long. Romance is like blue jeans: there are lots of cuts, but it’s essentially the same thing, and it’s always in fashion. Put werewolves and romance together and you have a look that has lasted since Levi Strauss was wearing pocket watches.

But just like the Wolfen, my werewolves were different to everything I had seen and read about both before and after. They’re not paranormal beings. They can’t infect you; only kill you – albeit with extreme ease. But they only kill you if you upset them.

In short, they’re real. So real that I had at one time considered writing “an Interview with the Werewolf,” where I got this whole novel from one of their kind spilling the beans on the rest of his race.

And a part of me still sometimes wonders whether I might not get a knock on my door one of these nights, now that the book has come out, from some dark strangers inquiring exactly where I got my information from. If that does happen, I hope they will consider that I’ve shown them in a positive light. But I’ll let them review the manuscripts for the next two novels, to make sure there’s nothing disagreeable. I wouldn’t want to upset them.

So are there any characters that you wish were actually able to turn up at your doorstep? Or any to whom you’d be too terrified to open the door?”

Leaving the Pack, Blurb

Nobody believes in werewolves.

That’s just what Paul McHew and his friends are counting on.

They and their kind roam our city streets: a race of people from whom the terrible legend stems; now living among us invisibly after centuries of persecution through fear and ignorance. Superficially Caucasian but physiologically very different, with lunar rhythms so strong that during the three days of the full moon they are almost completely controlled by their hormonal instincts, you might have cursed them as just another group of brawling youths or drunken gang-bangers. Now at the point of extinction, if they are to survive their existence must remain restricted to mere stories and legend, but, paradoxically, they also must marry outside their society in order to persist.

The responsibility for negotiating this knife-edge is given to Paul, who runs the streets with his friends during the full moon, keeping them out of real trouble and its resultant difficult questions. Having succeeded for years, he finds his real test of leadership comes when he meets Susan, a potential life-mate, to whom he will have to reveal his true identity if he is ever to leave his pack.

Leaving the Pack, Excerpt

Paul turned his attention to the remaining man, lying on his belly, holding his face. He rolled him over and pulled his hand away to reveal a large gash on his left cheek, running from just under his eye down to the angle of his jaw. It was deep, with ragged edges, and was bleeding profusely.

The sluice gate inside Paul shut with the force of a falling guillotine and the adrenaline immediately began to rise once more. This time, however, it was impure. Mixed with vitriolic rage, it boiled dangerously. Paul let the man’s hand go and stood up, whirling around to face the pack, his face grimaced with anger. The wound was obviously a bite, and the one rule of running with the pack was not to give in to the urge to seriously damage someone, especially in a way that would arouse interest, something a bite was sure to do. Once teeth were used, it was easy to inflict a mortal wound. That had to be avoided at all costs. There was just no room for such mistakes, and the pack knew it. This had not happened in a very long time. Paul had had to reprimand two of the others in the past and it had been an unpleasant experience for all of them. This incident now, just as he needed to think about leaving the pack in James’s hands, made him furious. He could not brook this behavior. He did not intend to leave James the job of controlling an unruly mob. He had to castigate. Lessons had to be learnt, however painful that was to be.

“Who did this?” he snarled.

They remained silent, avoiding his eyes as he glared at each one of them, his rage threatening to explode into violence.
“Who was it?” he roared, trying to expend his fury through his voice and lessen the chance of unnecessary physical action.
Sebastian took a deep breath and stepped forward, meeting Paul’s eyes and holding them, ready to become the subject of his wrath.

“You stupid little fuck!” Paul shouted as he strode towards him, spitting the last word out from just in front of his face.

“Sorr—”

“Don’t fucking speak. Don’t try to say a word.” Paul stopped Sebastian’s apology by grabbing his throat. Sebastian stood there, his cheeks turning crimson as he struggled to breathe and then gave up, relaxing himself as much as he could. Paul knew he was trying to slow down the build-up of his own aggression, his own adrenaline, which would soon reach a level at which he would have to fight back. Paul ignored this. His own fury attained an intensity that Sebastian could never reach, would rend him if he tried to struggle. He heard the whisper approach him with its appealing message, a susurrus sweeping along the street from unseen alleys, rearing up out of the black water below him, tempting him, telling him to squeeze, to place his might in the locked knuckles and permit them do as they would. “Wield your power!” it whispered. “Subjugate!”

Paul continued speaking. “What have you been told?” He addressed the whole group. “What have I said about fights? The most important thing about these days? James? What have I told them?”

“No teeth.”

“No teeth,” Paul repeated, nodding, looking hard at Sebastian, who did not show any indication that he had heard. The epin eph rine ran through Paul’s arteries like acid, scalding his every cell as they cried out in concert, screaming for action. The voice whirled around him like a tornado, threatening to tear him from himself. Seductions and temptations reached out of the wind like hands and tried to take him into it, but he blocked them out, concentrated on the centre of his being. In that place was his reality, a knowledge which outweighed any coaxing or beguiling tones, a knot so heavy that it anchored him in spite of the gales about.

“What would have happened if you had bitten him a bit lower and cut his jugular? He would be dead, of course. And I would be in trouble if there were questions about a man being bitten to death, wouldn’t I? And I don’t like trouble. Especially, when it’s not of my own making and the source of the trouble is not getting the same aggravation as me. And why would you not be getting hassle? Because you’d be dead, wouldn’t you? And I don’t like killing people. So don’t make me kill you, all right?”
As he said this, he released his hold on Sebastian’s throat, letting him fall to his knees and gulp lungfuls of air. He shook off the voice repugnantly and it instantly vanished from his mind, its whisper swept away along the river into the gloom. The gates opened and the anger began to subside once more. All that was left was a slight dizziness at the depth of the void and a bitter taste in his mouth. He watched Sebastian for a second, making sure he was in control and not about to attack. Then he looked up at the others.

“I think we both need a drink. Let’s get out of here. The cops will arrive soon.”

David O’Brien

David O'Brien

David O’Brien

David J O’Brien was born and raised in Dun Laoghaire, Ireland. He studied environmental biology and later studied deer biology for his PhD, at University College Dublin. Instead of pursuing his life-long interest in wolves and predator-prey interactions, after completing his doctorate, he taught English in Madrid, Spain, for four years while his girlfriend finished her doctorate in molecular biology. They married and moved to Boston, USA, so his wife could pursue her career and David decided that teaching was a vocation he was happy to continue. After seven great years teaching Biology at Boston’s Cathedral High School and Zoology at Bridgewater State College, he returned to Spain three years ago so his wife could set up her new research group in her hometown of Pamplona shortly before their daughter was born.

David has loved writing since his teens. He began with poetry and had one of his first poems published in Cadenza, a small Dublin poetry magazine at the age of fourteen. Since then several more have been published in journals and anthologies such as Albatross, The Tennessee State Poetry League, Poems of Nature and various anthologies of Forward Press imprint in Britain. He began writing fiction soon after and wrote the novella that would later become Leaving The Pack at the age of seventeen. Though his academic writing took precedence for a number of years, and he is still involved in deer biology and management, he kept writing other things in his spare time and has always dreamt of one day being able to do it full time. While living in Madrid, he wrote some non-fiction articles for the Magazine Hot English and while in Boston for the newspaper Dig. There, too, he took a feature-writing class in Emmanuel College he was awarded as thanks for mentoring a student teacher.

An avid wildlife enthusiast and ecologist, much of David’s non-academic writing, especially poetry, is inspired by wildlife and science, and he sometimes seeks to describe the science behind the supernatural. He has written a little bit of everything: to date a four-act play, a six-episode sit-com, various short stories and four more novels.
After two more years teaching English and science in a secondary school, David recently moved to a private teaching academy to develop their English program. This has not only given him more time with his daughter and enjoy Pamplona and its surroundings, but also allowed him to finally devote time to fully developing his writing career.

He is currently working on a long novel set in the pre-Columbian Caribbean, and a non-fiction book about the sociology of hunting. At the same time he is looking for outlets for his other works: two contemporary adult novels; one set in the west of Ireland and the other set in Madrid, a young adult ghost story set in a town outside London, and a children’s novel about a boy who can see leprechauns.

10% of the author’s royalties will be donated to WWF, the World Wildlife Fund.

Find David Online!

David JM O’Brien’s website

Leaving the Pack

Tirgearr Publishing

David JM O’Brien on Facebook

Who would I like to/fear knocking on my door late at night? The Blair Witch…shudder. I’ve always been fascinated by witch lore and I think it’s because the practice of witchcraft crosses that line from fiction into fact.

Love your blurb and excerpt, David. Thanks for joining me today!!!

10 Responses to A Howling New Novel: Leaving the Pack, by David O’Brien

  1. Kemberlee Shortland

    I think this book makes a lot of marketing sense. Vampires are past their sell-by date, and we have loads of traditional shifter stories . . . even wolves that can shift into people. But Leaving the Pack isn’t about wolf shifters. It’s about a race of man-wolf beings who live in both worlds. Kind of the same as bonobos living beside chimpanzees. Same but different. And who’s to say we don’t already live alongside werewolves? Don’t they already say the full moon plays on people’s my minds?

    • davidjmobrien

      I love the bonobo analogy: nobody looked close enough for a long time, though they’re two separate species and not just races. Chimps are move violent than bonobos, which have more sex than chimps. Werewolves are like humans but with more sex and more violence!

      • Kemberlee Shortland

        There has been a bit of media revolving around hirsutism. Mostly those folks with extreme cases. They’ve been called wolf people and werewolves. Upon seeing these programs, the writer’s mind wanders with possibilities.

        I love the bonobo. Peaceful creatures who enjoy a little nookie to keep them passive 😉

  2. davidjmobrien

    Thanks for letting me hog your site for the day, Kate. I know you’re gearing up for the big release and hope it’s as great as the first was – no pressure on second books in a series, though, is there?

    • katerobbins

      Ok, I WAS doing fine. LOL

      In all seriousness, yes there’s a lot of pressure and I have tried not to think about it too much, just keep my head down and nose to the grind stone. 😀

      Congratulations on your first release with Tirgearr!!!! What a great place to raise your book babies hey?

    • davidjmobrien

      as for the Blair Witch, even when I’m out hunting sometimes I have flashbacks to that film, and a rifle’s just no good against a witch!

  3. Mary T Bradford

    What a very good post. I am so looking forward to reading your book David and wish you the best with the rest of your work,

    • davidjmobrien

      thanks Mary. I really don’t know much about fashion, but they say you have to imagine things you don’t know about!

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