To celebrate the last remnants of the plague that struck at me last week being defeated have a picture of Jasper defeating a plague rat.
Yesterday, Google+ asked me (in the way that a copied letter slipped under a door is asking), to post about something I can’t live without. Not the usual Valentine for a current partner or for a sought other, but some other core of my existence. I decided you, my blog audience, might be interested in the answer too. …
Jaspar Fuzzy-Breeks, Jarl of Sofar, Chare, and the Boxen Isles, stretched. Winter had come to Ut-Garden, bringing cold and damp to the very sill of his hall. And, as they did every year, the thumb-giants had failed to drive it back.
Una the Deep Meowing counselled yowling at the winter, but Jaspar favoured a different course. He would sleep until the thumb-giants opened the door of Nom. Then he would feast and fight until the hour when the thumb-giants settled back onto their resting places.
The moment they did, he would steal the thumb-giant’s heat.
And then sleep some more.
Seven Stones, Vol 3: Passing The Gates, collecting parts 34-67 of my weekly swords-and-sorcery serial, is now available. So, find your favourite retailer today.
The quest to purify the Stones brings Kobb and Anessa back to Morth, her home village; a home she fled after villagers attempted to execute Kobb. If fighting possessed strangers made her ill, how will she oppose her own people? And, even if she can, how will she leave her father a second time?
The demands of the quest have already forced both Kobb and Haelen to compromise. Now Anessa must decide how much of her innocence she is prepared to sacrifice to end evil.
Pick up your copy today.
To celebrate another year of service to the little fuzzy gods, here’s a picture of them claiming the sofa.
I’m retreating to my burrow for Jól. But, before I do, have a song that combines two of my favourite things: books and Yog-Sothothery.
I’ll see the survivors next year.
In the Winterdark, N’Obuk, foulest of sorcerers, waxed in unnatural life. But, assisted by my trusted companion, Sir Simon de Cantan, I have breached N’Obuk’s fastness and wrested Sorcery itself from his grasp – or at least the electronic version. …
Today has been a productive day, but involved more being away from my desk than usual. Not everyone viewed this as a good thing, as this recreation shows.
Fortunately, the stare of disdain was interrupted by a snooze before my head melted.
Saturday marked the publication of the last episode of Seven Stones, my swords-and-sorcery serial. I might return to Reverend Kobb and the others in the future, and will be releasing further collections, but – after nearly two years – the arc is over.
It’s been an interesting experience writing such an episodic work. I haven’t finished analysing all the impacts it’s had on my writing process yet; but it has produced a steady stream of people commenting, sharing, and enjoying the story.
So, thank you to everyone who followed along on my journey into serial fiction here and on social media.
I’ve recently started playing Batman: Arkham Asylum. Overall, it’s a great fun game but there’s one niggle: saved games – or rather the lack thereof. …