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brmevett
@brmevett.bsky.social
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Author of Post-Apocalyptic Science Fiction
Find out what I'm up to at http://brmevett.com
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You got it! HOPE, a Novel of the New Frontier. People looking for a new home after the fall of America, as the rebuilding begins. Something to look forward to!
November 24, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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My new book is called HOPE. What gives you hope? Put your answer in the comments. One randomly chosen commenter will receive a FREE SIGNED COPY! And please share. We need all the hope we can get! #booksky #writersky #newrelease #hope
November 18, 2025 at 8:13 PM
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HOPE is now available through multiple outlets. I hope you'll check it out. http//:brmevett.com #booksky #newrelease

Here's the opening:
Text that reads, "The rusting fender wards off the rain, but it’s a poor place to hide from the man with the axe. Creek has his legs pulled up as far as they will go, his arms wrapped around the precious cube of brushed metal that got him into this fix. It pushes up against his chin, right on the spot where he struck the broken concrete when he fell. It stings like nobody’s business. He tries not to breathe. He can just make out the main clearing between the junk piles, and Junkman moving in a slow circle around the far side, the blade of the axe glinting black now and then in the halogen glare. Junkman’s mouth is moving, but Creek doesn’t need to hear what he’s ranting on about. Any deaf kid with half a brain could tell he’s got murder on his mind."
November 13, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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My second book, HOPE, comes out tomorrow. It's a standalone follow-up to my first book JOY, both set in a #post-apocalyptic America that is just starting to come back. Check it out. As part of the roll-out, JOY is on sale for $0.99! Read something beautiful!
#booksky #newreleases #scifi
Background shows a little boy with his back to the viewer looking through overgrowth at the ruins of a city. In the center. In the center is an image of a book, with the title HOPE in bright white letters. Around the image are the words, "Where do you go when all that remains is (HOPE)?" and "available November 11."
November 10, 2025 at 7:38 PM
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Just found you, but better late than never! I am an author of hopeful post-apocalyptic fiction about rebuilding a better world after the Collapse of the U.S. Lyrical, sad but optimistic, with a central role for Indigenous Peoples (though I myself am European-American. #hopepunk #IndigenousFuturism
November 6, 2025 at 10:30 PM
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My book is literally called HOPE! It comes out Nov. 11. The post-American continent is beginning to rebuild after the Collapse, the First Nations are leading the way, and a ragtag group joins together to build a home and family on the New Frontier.
#hopepunk #IndigenousFuturism

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An image of a book in front of a landscape of misty hills. The words Coming November 11th in orange at the top. The cover of the book is dark with the word "HOPE" in white letters. The O is replaced by a futuristic portal within which appears an image of a rustic house on a field of yellow grass. The words "A novel of the new frontier" appear in small letters at the very top, and the author's name, B.R.M. Evett, appears in blue letters under the title.
November 6, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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From my post-apocalyptic novel HOPE, coming out a week from today!
text that reads, "It can’t be Mindworm. Nobody has had it since they instituted the quarantine, and that was months ago. People have technical issues with their COR all the time. It can’t be Mindworm. But her fear whispers, it could, and an icy shiver rolls up and down Lucinda’s back. She knows what it would mean. She was in chem class when Lisa Barrett went into convulsions and flew at Mrs. Granger, screaming like her body was on fire. She watched the corpses burning on the lawn outside the wall, along with everyone else. No, please let it not be Mindworm. As if in answer to her silent prayer, her COR kicks in again, right where it left off. With a jag of electricity like a punch in the ear, the information sweeps through her mind. But she doesn’t care about the mandolin’s antecedents in the gittern, the mandola, or the lute. She doesn’t care about the influence of the Vinaccia family on the development of steel-stringed instruments. Relief. Relief is all she cares about. She feels whole again. It’s going to be okay. The frightening emptiness within her head is full again. It’s not Mindworm, just a glitch, and surely the last time, and she doesn’t need to worry about it anymore. "
November 4, 2025 at 5:03 PM
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Sure is 🐾.
November 4, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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From "Hope," coming out Nov. 11th! A rabies-like virus is infecting people, and one rising warlord has figured out how to control them:
Text that reads, "She is the only reason he is still here. In the night, he actually crept out of bed and stood at the ruined doorway for a quarter of an hour, willing himself to go. Just go. They were all going to die. Or worse. The Doctor would arrive with his army of monsters, and they would run rampant over them. He would take them to his cages and infect them, and Creek would drool and scream and rave and eventually fall, maybe after attacking the Nipmuc village and ripping out the throats of the children he had met there. And the same would happen to all of them. To Lamarque, to Kimo, to Kat (probably not to Sandoval. Sandoval would die in the battle, Creek was pretty sure of that). And Candela. He imagined her face twisted and split by the disease. Then he pictured himself on the road, alone again, safe and alive, but crying in the night, carrying the knowledge that he had left her to that horrible fate. So, he went back to bed. He stayed."
October 31, 2025 at 5:03 PM
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From my Post-Apocalyptic novel, HOPE, coming out Nov. 11th:
Text that reads, "Sandoval starts shouting and waving his arms — No, no, no! — but it is too late. The move pushes the edge-stone further to the side, and it falls into the stream. The van seems to balance for a moment. Then, with comic slowness, it teeters over, further and further. The left track gives way completely, like a chute has opened. Rocks, sticks, and logs tumble down into the babbling water. Sandoval leaps for the van and throws his weight against the side, as if he can somehow stop eight thousand kilos of metal. He can do nothing, of course, and as the vehicle topples over, he jumps back into the water to avoid getting crushed. The van crashes down onto its side in the stream, sending up jets of water. The sight is beautiful and terrible, the violence of destruction turned balletic in the silence of his world. It only takes a few seconds, but it seems to him that it moves in slow motion, stretched out into timelessness. He knows that this is a calamity for them that will not be remedied, but the magic holds him spellbound."
October 30, 2025 at 7:53 PM
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Meet the heroes of HOPE, coming out Nov. 11:

Lucinda

A privileged member of an elite enclave with an implant that gives her access to all the knowledge in the world — both a blessing and a curse.

#writersky #post-apocalyptic
Text that reads, "It wasn’t that she had no real feelings for him. She did. But he could get so moody, especially when it came to the differences between them – her COR in particular. She loved her COR, and what it gave her. It was more than a handy tool. It was her world. It defined her. COR-less, he could never understand. But she could see how it made him feel inferior. She knew he was jealous, and wished she could make him see that she didn’t care that he had no COR, and didn’t care about the Enclave boys who had one, either. She didn’t care that they could load the history of the Crusades or the mathematics of quantum field theory, and he couldn’t. It had nothing to do with him or them, or anyone. Lucinda just loved that she had that power. Besides, she really enjoyed having sex with him in the closet behind the stage at the Arts Center. One thing in her life she could control. One thing that belonged just to her. Maybe it wasn’t love, but it was something."
October 30, 2025 at 7:44 PM
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Meet the heroes of HOPE, coming out Nov. 11:

Creek

A 10-yr-old deaf boy fighting to survive in a post-apocalyptic America:

#writersky #post-apocalyptic
Text that reads, "He stares at the water rushing by. What was he doing here? What was it doing to him? People around all the time, probing him, expecting things of him, needing things from him. That wasn’t his way. He traveled the silent world alone. Every time he tried to hook up with people, everything went into the grinder."
October 28, 2025 at 8:29 PM
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From my upcoming book, "Hope: A Novel of the New Frontier":
Text that reads, "They drive past the elementary school. A flock of uniformed seven-year-olds swoops around the playground, yelling and shrieking in some indefinable game. Lucinda remembers playing that game — something where the boys were soldiers (they were always soldiers) and the girls were horses and they would charge hither and yon, securing various little hills, protecting them from invading Nonalites. She’s never seen an actual horse, but that never stopped anyone. A flick to your COR and you knew all about them. So innocent."
October 22, 2025 at 6:02 PM
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From my soon-to-be-released (Nov 11th!) WIP "Hope":
Text that reads, "It wasn’t that she had no real feelings for him. She did. But he could get so moody, especially when it came to the differences between them – her COR in particular. She loved her COR, and what it gave her. It was more than a handy tool. It was her world. It defined her. COR-less, he could never understand. But she could see how it made him feel inferior. She knew he was jealous, and wished she could make him see that she didn’t care that he had no COR, and didn’t care about the Enclave boys who had one, either. She didn’t care that they could load the history of the Crusades or the mathematics of quantum field theory, and he couldn’t. It had nothing to do with him or them, or anyone. Lucinda just loved that she had that power. Besides, she really enjoyed having sex with him in the closet behind the stage at the Arts Center. One thing in her life she could control. One thing that belonged just to her. Maybe it wasn’t love, but it was something."
October 20, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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From my soon-to-be released (Nov. 11!) WIP "Hope":
Image of text that reads, "It wasn’t that she had no real feelings for him. She did. But he could get so moody, especially when it came to the differences between them – her COR in particular. She loved her COR, and what it gave her. It was more than a handy tool. It was her world. It defined her. COR-less, he could never understand. But she could see how it made him feel inferior. She knew he was jealous, and wished she could make him see that she didn’t care that he had no COR, and didn’t care about the Enclave boys who had one, either. She didn’t care that they could load the history of the Crusades or the mathematics of quantum field theory, and he couldn’t. It had nothing to do with him or them, or anyone. Lucinda just loved that she had that power. Besides, she really enjoyed having sex with him in the closet behind the stage at the Arts Center. One thing in her life she could control. One thing that belonged just to her. Maybe it wasn’t love, but it was something."
October 20, 2025 at 3:38 PM
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My new book Hope comes out in a month! November 11th. It's a follow-up to Joy, which was shortlisted for the 2024 Rubery Book Award. You can find out more, and pre-order, at brmevett.com. Thanks!
October 12, 2025 at 5:36 PM
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Hope is literally the title of my next book! So I could include the whole thing, but here's a snippet:
Text that reads: I LIVED HERE MORE THAN TEN YEARS AGO, WITH A LITTLE FAMILY. I DON’T KNOW WHERE THEY WENT, OR WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM. I WISH I DID. BUT NOW WE HAVE THE CHANCE TO START A NEW FAMILY, IN THIS PLACE. FOR ME, THAT’S A BIG THING. TO MAKE SOMETHING IN THIS RUINED WORLD? TO BUILD SOMETHING? THAT’S BIG. AND BEAUTIFUL. She speaks to Lamarque. The boy comes over and picks up the piece of siding from the ground, glancing at it as he does. She stops him and signals Wait. She continues. I WANT EVERYBODY TO SEE IT TOGETHER. I BURNED IT WITH THIS. She holds up a medical device like a little wand. Creek recognizes it as a device for cauterizing wounds. IT’S NOT GOOD, she continues, BUT IT SAYS WHAT I’M THINKING. IT’S A NAME. FOR OUR NEW HOME. A SIGN. Lamarque flips the piece of wood over and reads it. His eyes widen briefly, and he nods. He lifts it in front of him so the others can read it. Dr. Jemisen shapes it out for Creek: HOPE FARM She turns to Sandoval. He regards her for a moment, then rises in one smooth motion. He goes inside, returning soon with a nail and a brick. He gestures for Creek to join him. Creek hesitates. He doesn’t know if he believes in the promise of the sign. But everyone is watching him, and he doesn’t want to make a scene. Eyes on the ground, he joins Sandoval. They cross to the post beside the steps. Creek holds the sign against the post while Sandoval hammers in the nail with a few sure blows. They step back to admire their work. Lamarque, Kimo, and Candela join them, and they all stand side by side, looking at the sign.
October 12, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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From my upcoming book HOPE, coming out Nov. 11th! This is from a fairy tale told within the main story:
Text that reads: “As dawn arrived, Arda and Kaliste were toiling through the Mires of Traal, still far from the Borderline. Arda looked back and said, ‘I see an evil green cloud following on the horizon.’ And Kaliste said, ‘That is the Malevolent Eye, sent by my father to capture us. We are lost!’ “But Arda said, ‘Do not despair, Kaliste. Take your father’s magic rod, and turn me into a golden statue, and yourself into a deep pond. But instead of water, let the pond be filled with Spirit of Venenum, and place me at the bottom.’ “Kaliste spun three times on one leg, and instantly he became a placid fishing-pond, with alder trees growing along its bank. At the bottom, glowing softly, lay a golden statue of Shebet-Inann. “The Malevolent Eye came roaring up on its cloud of poison, its red and green iris flicking back and forth, searching for the lovers. And everywhere it looked, the plants withered and the grass died. It swooped past the little pond, and its gaze caught a glint of gold at the bottom. “Now the Eye was very greedy, and its lair was filled with shiny and expensive things that it could gloat over. ‘What is this?’ it said to itself. ‘A golden statue of Shebet-Inann? Why that must be worth a trillion rindi at least.’ And the Eye forgot about its prey and hovered over the pool.” Lamarque waves Baby back and forth over the imaginary pond. Candela holds her breath, delighted but fearful, while Kimo begins to laugh, interrupting her shaping. This only makes Lamarque play harder.
September 26, 2025 at 6:09 PM
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My new book comes out in 8 weeks. 8 weeks! Getting excited...

HOPE is the standalone follow-up to the critically-acclaimed post-apocalyptic thriller JOY. Follow a ragtag group of survivors as they try to build a home in the ashes of America.

Pre-order here: www.amazon.com/dp/B0FB1Y3T2Q
September 17, 2025 at 6:26 PM
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Hey everybody! In honor of my son's birthday, JOY: A Novel of the New Frontier, is on sale for $0.99 through Aug. 8th!

A gentle android, an innocent girl, a journey across a fallen America in search of perfect Joy.

www.amazon.com/dp/B0CJ7FH4NJ

#booksky #writersky #scifi #post-apocalyptic
an ad for $0.99 sale on the book JOY: A Novel of the New Frontier. At the top, the words "What is the price of JOY? ON the left, the book cover with the word JOY in bright white letters in a 3-D image of a tablet. ON the right a woman in a bath of sea-green jelly, her face in an expression of ecstasy.
August 1, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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Not a lot of streets left in my fallen America - but here's one:
Text that reads: "Lucinda stands in the ruins of her past life. Smoke swirls thick in the air, from the burning Hamilton Bank, the burning Hamilton Library, the burning Hamilton Town Hall. A fat smell hovers in her nostrils. She does her best not to recognize it as the odor of charred flesh. They have cleared away the bodies — at least those of the Enclavers. The soldiers are still dealing with the corpses of the Afflicted, tossing them into the backs of half a dozen trucks, but many of them still sprawl here and there along the street where they fell, overcome at last by the fevered rage that ripped through their brains without the protection of the Doctor’s medications."
July 30, 2025 at 10:24 PM
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My little nod to Talking Heads "Television Man."
An image of a page of text that reads: About fifteen meters along she hears another ping. She never enjoyed auditory chat. She can hear the sound, plain as day, as real as if someone held a bell to her ear, except the sound doesn’t come from anywhere, it’s just there, unlocalized, inside and outside at the same time. Another little tickle, and Chrysler is talking in her head. “Can you hear me, trainee?” “Yes I can.” “Progress report” “Good so far. I think I have about twenty more meters to go.” “Okay. Let me know when you get there.”
July 24, 2025 at 4:19 PM
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Just got my copy of Andrei & the Hellcats in the mail. Marie Vibbert @reasie.bsky.social is such a great writer - fun, witty, incredibly entertaining. Can wait to read this! Check it out! #booksky #writersky
July 18, 2025 at 6:54 PM
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Just finished my last developmental edit for HOPE, coming out in October! On to copy editing and layout! #writersky
July 11, 2025 at 8:18 PM
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I was a little horrified to discover I used the "smile" 64 times in my WIP HOPE. I think I'll have to amend that. But here's a fun instance from my villain:
July 9, 2025 at 9:32 PM