Indie Author Harmony Kent has written a number of books. The Battle for Brisingamen, her first novel, is a work of fantasy fiction and was approved by Awesome Indies within weeks of its release. Her second book, The Glade shows her equally at home in the realms of mystery, suspense and thriller—with a dash of magical realism. This book has also been approved for the Awesome Indies List. The Glade was awarded the IndieBRAG Medallion in July 2014. Harmony’s third book (Elemental Earth) is Young Adult Fantasy Fiction, and was published in July 2014. With more books now available, she is a firmly established multi genre author. As well as being an avid reader and writer, Harmony also offers editing, proof reading, manuscript appraisal and beta reading services. As well as reviewing and supporting her fellow indie authors, Harmony works hard to promote and protect high standards within the indie publishing arena. She is always on the look out for talent and excellence, and will freely promote any authors or books who she feels have these attributes.
Well, that’s the official biography … Harmony also has violent tendencies and forced me to add a not quite so official version …
Harmony Kent is famous for her laughter, and has made quite the name for herself … she’s also, um, a writer … and fairly well known for that too. She lives in rural Cornwall with her ever present sense of humour and quirky neighbours. She is single and not admitting to her age.
What prompted you to be a part of Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality?
It was a pleasure and a privilege to be a part of Concordant Vibrancy 1, and so much fun, and so I jumped at the chance to be in Concordant Vibrancy 2. I love the eclectic mix of writers that we all are, and can’t wait to see all our different interpretations of the theme: Vitality. Anthologies like this celebrate the joy of diversity, and offer something for everyone.
Okay, big deep breath: only another fifteen yards to go. I run for it. No matter how often I do this, it terrifies me, every single trip. By the time I reach the subway gates, my heart pounds hard enough to bruise. Always, I live through that second of uncertainty: will the gates still be accessible? Have the authorities discovered this chink in their armour yet? But no, today the catch yields and allows me entrance. Relief surges through my veins and I take a few cautious steps down the stairs. The smell of old refuse, urine, and rotting flesh assails my nostrils as I descend. A stench I still haven’t gotten used to. A stench I shall never grow accustomed to. A stench that represents all that I abhor.
The new drones have been equipped with infrared heat detectors, and I’m out of Ice-it, the highly illicit salve that coats the skin with a cold film. I’m out of a lot of things right now. Hence my little jaunt. As a consequence, I can’t take my usual caution in descending into the tunnels, because the drone will pick up my heat signature in no time at all. I have no choice but to make a dash down the pitted, chipped concrete stairs and into the unknown blackness beyond.