Showing posts with label gods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gods. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 July 2018

The Dark Archer Blog Tour: A Guest Post by Robert Cano

Today we join the blog tour for the new dark fantasy release, The Dark Archer by Robert Cano, with a look at the book and a delightful guest post by the author. Enjoy!



The Dark Archer by Robert Cano


~The light had no equal in this place, no balance with which to suffer the loss of day, and she wondered about the nighttime.  Is this why the stars were crying?~





All he wanted was the safety of his princess. What he received was eternal torment. 
Bereft of a soul, a wraith who should have no ties to humanity, Bene wants nothing more than release from his twisted existence. Trapped between life and nothingness, he hopes to reclaim his soul and find the death he so desperately desires.
Bene finds rare solace in the company of Feorin, a satyr war hero who chose exile over continuing the centuries long war with the Fae. He doesn't look at Bene with fear or contempt, but rather hope. If a wraith can find a path to redemption, perhaps he could as well…








The Dark Archer is available for pre-order at Amazon.
Also available at Smashwords and at Amazon Canada 

It releases July 26th, 2018.


~He felt an overwhelming sense of dread at the prospect of what his life had become in such a short time. Once in service to the greatest kingdom in the world, he was now a literal nothing with a physical form.~


 Darkness by Robert Cano



The worlds we have all come to love and know, whether based in our own world, or based in some form of fantasy setting, require some level of darkness; something antagonistic, to counter our favorite protagonists.   What constitutes darkness may change with every tale, and we are required to ask again: What is light?  What is darkness?  Is there only pure evil or pure good to be found in either? Over the last century, or so, we have seen a trend where darkness is not the result of pure evil, but of the inconsistencies in the human soul. Today fantasy gives us an opportunity to explore the human condition in magical and fantastical ways, but make no mistake, we are still exploring humanity, even if wearing another face.
When we look at authors like Tolkien, or perhaps Lovecraft, with his Cthulu mythos and the world surrounding that, we see Big Bads.  Pure evil is in the form of something tangible, with honor strewn throughout the world, found in the people, in the little things.  Gandalf, in The Hobbit, said, “Some believe it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found.  It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay.  Small acts of kindness and love.  Why Bilbo Baggins?  Perhaps because I am afraid, and he gives me courage.”
And while there is a profound truth to be found in this statement, experience in the world teaches something quite different, doesn’t it?  What we find instead is that the evil resides within all of us, that the horrors of the world are of our own making, and not that of some devil or demons, that these demons are, in fact, our own, being manifested through the hells we have been made to endure as we traverse this life. 
Joseph Conrad once said, “The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary, men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.”  Regardless of one’s personal belief system, any time spent on Earth will demonstrate the truth of this.  The greatest horrors and atrocities in the history of mankind were not done by the hand of God, perhaps in the name of one or more, but never by their hand.  Always it was at the hand of mankind.
In creating the darkness of a fantasy, we need go no further than the darkness of the human heart.  I have long believed that the beauty of Tolkien’s work was found in the light vs dark dichotomy.  In the idea that everyone is inherently good, and the evil of the world is found externally, from a specific source beyond ourselves.  That our evil can be traced back to the influence of that source.   However, there is a silver lining to be found in the evil of humanity, for then our tormentors wear a face we can fight against, but in that same vein, our tormentors can be anyone.
So how do we incorporate old world idealism with contemporary shifts in writing?  The idealism is no longer found in the light, but in the individual, within the actions one chooses to enact on their world, in the moment.  But herein also lies the darkness.  A choice, even a well-meaning choice, can easily lead down a path from which there is no redemption.  These are the ideas grounded in realism.  
I believe there are truly honorable people in the world, and I think George R. R. Martin does an incredible job of embodying this with Ned Stark’s character in the series, A Song of Ice and Fire, in which Lord Stark does what he believes is right, regardless of the circumstances.  But, there is a price for honor.  And usually that price is high.  The belief in one’s self actions as being that of utmost importance, or the idea that our role in this world is to embody the ideal, is something we see even in our current situation in the United States, and indeed much of the world.
The ‘us vs them’ mentality is spawned not from wrongness, but absolute belief in self, which is then worsened by surrounding oneself with others who think along similar lines.  The problem, then, is not light vs darkness, but a perceived light pitted against another perceived light, which are both also perceived darkness, from another’s point of view. 
Perception is everything.
When working on my stories I am keen to incorporate these aspects of thought and ideas into every piece of the proverbial puzzle.  It is important to question whether darkness is evil, or perhaps it is merely darkness.  Maybe darkness is a comfort: a source of something greater.  At the end, in my mind at least, the construct of good and evil is humanity’s attempt to explain away the evil within us all, with light and dark being of religious origin.
We have always been afraid of what we cannot see or understand.  Darkness is the purest example.  We fear new places, new things, we are frightened of the unknown.  Perhaps it is from this deep-seated fear that we find darkness likened to evil so often, especially in early texts…and this has bled over into today’s world, where we still hold on to superstitions en masse.  However, I think in today’s world, people are less inclined to believe the absolutes, and this has led to a desire to read something more realistic.

For the world of The Dark Archer, I created the concept of darklings, or those borne of dark magic.  They are often relegated to evil by the other races of the world, but they are what they are, and nothing else.  It is often said amongst writers that the antagonist is the hero in their version of the tale, an important concept to remember when trying to create believable characters. The darklings of this world include banshees, wraiths, and the Inklet (humanoid draconids).  The darkness in each of these species comes not from an existential evil, but from how their needs contrast with those of the rest of the world.
Hunger, that painfully stabbing hunger that overrides all functions of thought or reason…this is what a wraith is.  It will feed without pity, or remorse, or compassion, for it lacks all of these.  So then, is the wraith the antagonist?  Is it the conflict?  What is its purpose?  In lore, wraiths were pure evil, intent on stealing the souls of their victims, and this is where I pulled the idea of an entity without a soul.  For if you have lost something, the ultimate hope would be to regain it. 
This speaks to the conflict inherent in everyday life.  Whether the conflict is internal, or against nature itself, or between people (usually a mix of all three), our characters should reflect this fundamental element of life.  Struggles come in many forms, and exploring these struggles creates the most relatable characters, and isn’t that what we want?  To be able to see ourselves in the characters we love?  Or maybe we love these characters because we see ourselves in them…and not just the good aspects.
It is my duty as an author to keep these little life lessons in mind, close to heart, and to use them to the benefit of my readers, not only into the worldbuilding aspects, but into the characters themselves: into both the interactions between the characters and they with the world in which they find themselves.  Life is for the living, but in this world, it is also for those not willing to quite give up just yet.  For within the darkest times there is yet hope. 
And perhaps that is what hope is – a means of continuing even when the world has given up, even if forlorn and bereft of any real reason for hope, maybe, just maybe, it’s that perseverance that separates the hero, whether seen as good or evil, from the common man or the antagonist.  Or perhaps the protagonist’s worst enemy isn’t the antagonist at all, but his or herself…  After all, our greatest enemy is always ourselves. 




“Bene was not always a wraith, becoming a darkling was forced on him. He was once a captain of the guard for a kingdom, in service to his princess who betrayed his service and allowed him to suffer the greatest suffering known to the world.”


Wednesday, 31 January 2018

Book Spotlight: The Suffering

Today I have a great treat for you, my minions! A book spotlight for the debut dark fantasy novella, The Suffering, by Robert Cano. Enjoy!





The Suffering by Robert Cano





Robert Cano's debut novel is out! With his wonderful imagination he brings to life fabulous characters that you immediately sympathize with. And in a fantastical world, he lets life happen to them. The good, the bad, the heart wrenching, and the uplifting.

Devani is finally heading home after twelve long years away due to the Great War between the Fae and Satyrs. The war was on the doorstep of her father's kingdom when she was sent away, but finally, it was time to come home. The princess soon finds herself in a position she never expected, especially so close to home - struggling against death itself.
Of course, the will to survive is overwhelming, and she finds a way. She may end up regretting this, however, as the gods have other plans for Devani.



Available in Kindle and Paperback




About the Author



A writer or a storyteller? A poet? An artist who has chosen to paint with words, Robert Cano began a journey some years ago which has finally culminated in him finding himself in a position to see the journey gain momentum. Having spent many years studying the art of the written word, he now seeks to share his worlds and mind with the world. 
A magus with a staff in the shape of a pen and a sword of paper, he weaves his magical worlds. The world of Arduil awaits you.


You can find more on Robert Cano and his writing at these sites: 



Thursday, 21 December 2017

Book Spotlight: Even Gods Have Midlife Crises

Today I have a Christmas treat with a book spotlight for the sci-fi satire, Even Gods Have Midlife Crises by N.D. Stone. Enjoy!


Even Gods Have Midlife Crises by N.D. Stone



All Yahweh wanted was a striptease, a sandwich and admiration. All he got was a near-death experience, a pious follower called Anna, and a prissy lawyer trying to sue him. When Buddha, Odin, Thor, Krishna and Hephaestus, Yahweh's divine colleagues, catch wind of his illegal voyage back to Earth, the adventures of him and Anna become dangerous. How long can he risk the safety of not only Anna, but all of London in his quest to relive his youth? Are crisps the currency of the future? Why are gods so unbearably hungry for power, and will Buddha satisfy his hunger for doughnuts, the forbidden fruit of modern Prâwth, the home of the gods?

Never before have gods seemed so utterly human. A light-hearted and whimsical science fiction satire.





Even Gods Have Midlife Crises is available at:





About the Author

N.D. Stone is a young novelist, "Even Gods Have Midlife Crises" being his debut work. Although he has been writing novels since even before he himself was able to write (his mother was not a fan of his trashy vampire fiction), Stone started writing his first serious novel in early 2014. Stone has also dabbled in Stand-Up Comedy and Slam Poetry, but, above anything else, he loves writing satire novels.




Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Drabble Wednesday: Dark Feathers

Today on Drabble Wednesday we fly with our dark winged friends, and death...






The Termination Onyx

Across the sky shadows grew.
Mottled streaks of soft gray into coal black patches covered blue and spread through the white clouds. From the tip of the world to the farthest horizon the shadows crept, and when they reached around the planet, the feathers fell as rain.
Stygian dark and sharp as razors, they sliced through air and trees and flesh, and when they struck the ground the earth shook and cracked. Cities became ruin, mountains fractured, and seas boiled.
Apocalypse, the inhabitants called it.
Annihilation Day.
The Universe knew it better by another name.
The Day the Angels Died.

~*~





The Ravens

On darkling wings the ravens flew.
A black spot across the midday sun, the trio of birds soared over the meadows and the forests, past the farms and towns. Every door closed against them, every shutter barred to their presence. The people of Arajyn knew what the ravens heralded.
Every soul waited in fear for its coming.
Children sobbed, parents prayed. And gave thanks when the ravens passed them by.
Until the birds descended, roosting in a tree outside the village of Syarien. Every voice in that village wailed, knowing they had been chosen.
Sacrifices to the God of Death.

~*~




Black Wings and a Story

Tell me a story you said.
So I did.
But you didn’t like the ending, did you?
I can’t say that I blame you. I tricked you, just a bit. You didn’t know what would happen.
Now did you?
If you did, if you knew who I was, then you wouldn’t have listened.
Would you?
No one wants the Raven King to tell them a story.
For, you know, my stories are never free.
Their ending always come with a price.
Poor you. You paid, didn’t you?
You paid when I plucked out your eyes, and sliced out your tongue.






© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved





Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Drabble Wednesday: Tears and Gods

Today on Drabble Wednesday, come cry with the Gods...






Consequence

Can one tear destroy the world?
I gaze out at the rising tide. I never noticed before how dark the water is beneath the sea foam and the waves.
Can sorrow bring annihilation?
The wind is growing stronger. The trees along the shore are starting to bend, and the waves are turning to fury.
Can one teardrop defile a sanctuary?
Soon the flood will reach this place and I’ll drown with the rest of my world. The gods took their terrible revenge for my trespass, hunted me for tarnishing their sacred soil.
So can one tear destroy the world?
Yes.

~*~




The Drowned Book

“Shush now. Quiet child. Don’t cry.”
“But, mother. I am afraid.”
“Why, child? You are safe here.”
“Can’t you hear the drumbeat of the rain and the persistent howl of the wind? The storms are coming.”
“Oh, child, there are no storms on the horizon.”
“But I can hear them. And the screams of the Drowned Book.”
“The Drowned Book?” She gasps, and stares at her daughter in grief-stricken horror. “Only the...” A sob whispers into pity, a tear sliding down her cheek. “Only the damned hear that accused voice. The gods are coming for you, my child. Be afraid.”

~*~




Hubris

Mercy.
How many times had they begged, shouted that word as his ax swung?
Too many times to count.
How many tears fell as he crushed their armies, as their fellow gods died?
Enough to fill a sea, enough to drown a city.
But they shed not one tear when they demanded tribute, watched their worshipers starve. They gave no mercy of their own, but wished it from him.
Fools.
He was their creature after all, fashioned from their discarded hearts and set loose to quell rebellion.
Too bad for them his mind was his own.
Now the gods scream.





 © A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved 



Please Note: Drabble Wednesday will not be posted next week due to a spotlight for a new book release. It will return the following week.


Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Drabble Wednesday: The Realm of Gods

Today on Drabble Wednesday I take you to see deities most fierce and terrible...




The Temple

It stands tall on its island, amid the eternal snow, casting its reflection in the surrounding lake.
The Temple of the Dark Gods.
So why is it quiet? Why do its halls stay silent?
Scarlet stains coat its marble floors and foul air seeps from its walls, a rancid stench of decay. Its gods breathe no more, its rooms house corpses, not deities. Murder came to the Dark Gods and left carnage in its wake.
Their own fault, truly.
Never raise a shadow you can’t control.
They will have to give their shrine a new name.
The Temple of Death.

~*~




When Things Go Awry

I thought I had all the time in the universe.
Literally.
I’m the God of Time after all.
But my existence was not quite that simple.
I found out too late.
The sands of the God of Time are running out, felled by such a spiteful thing as jealousy. I knew of my brother’s resentment, but not how the God of History wanted my place in the pantheon. He tried to steal my hourglass totem, but destroyed it instead.
Now I will soon be gone.
But I will have the last laugh. For when I die, the universe will follow.

~*~





Snows of Change

Winter followed in her footsteps.
A goddess of surreal beauty, silver hair and blue satin, swirled in snowflakes and frost, born on northern wind. Barefoot she walked, leaving a trail of prints in the falling snow that surrounded her.
She saw a man on the road, his mouth agape; the package he carried fallen unnoticed. She stopped before him, reached out, touched his cheek.
“Your world is mine now.”
His skin chilled, his blood froze, his heart turned to hoarfrost; he transformed from flesh to ice sculpture. She smiled and walked on.
The Winter Queen lived to conquer and destroy.





© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved




Friday, 3 February 2017

Interview With Author T. M. Lakomy

Today I have a terrific interview with author T. M. Lakomy, who chats about her book The Shadow Crucible, her writing and the metaphysical. Enjoy...


Interview with T. M. Lakomy




Why don’t you begin by sharing a little about yourself.

Well I’m Tamara, the author of the “Shadow Crucible”. I’m British born but I grew up in North Africa. I studied archaeology and developed an obsession with shamanism and occult practices, and spent many years delving into it. I am a Londoner and a big lover of ancient cultures, the esoteric and history.


Could you tell us a bit about your latest book?

This is my debut novel, it is the story of a Templar and a Seer, both chased by the blind god Samael. Now Samael was created by the mother Goddess without her counterpart’s light so he was born blind and posed as God.
He kills every incarnation of the messiah as he perceives it as a threat, propping up false religions and trading in human souls, and he decided to go after Estella the main protagonist because her sight extends so far, she can see the divine game between darkness and light; the angels, demons and Lucifer who is playing on both sides.
Throughout the narrative, many of the old deities came and claim them, as they reside in the “Twilit World” away from the infernal games, slowly revealing that they were the true rulers of creation but were pushed out by the Gods we worship today, their places usurped and demonised.
Mikhail the Templar, has a love/hate relationship with Estella, and it doesn’t help that one of the demons who used to haunt her Antariel is deliberately keeping them separate out of jealousy.
The main theme is apotheosis and the threefold death which is the ancient ritual that powerful sages used to transcend death and return as a god. It is revealed that Jesus, Mithra, Lug, Horus, Merlin and Odin, all were initiated through the threefold death and returned with power, magic and immortality, therefore rendering them all equal, and equally real.
One of the characters undergoes this transformation, imposed on him by Cernunnos the Horned God and Ceridwen, all to be able to save humanity from the reign of Samael.



Of all the books you've written, do you have a favourite?

I think my current favourite book is my second one, yet unpublished. It is more real and raw in the sense that I mixed real experiences of mine in north Africa, maraboutism, witchdoctors, and religious zeal. I blended into it the effects of the second world war and eugenics, all beneath the banner of fantasy. It has a lot of elements of my life in it, some could be construed as unpleasant but then it’s a different culture and world. So it’s darker, more horror, to the bone, but its more authentic and I did bare my soul inside.


Do you have a favourite character? If so, why?

Antariel is my favourite character, he is cunning and extremely devious, but very protective of Estella. He was an angel that became a demon, and he has this duality within himself. He hates himself and others, but thinks he’s so special since he was a choir singer before God’s throne, I’ve based him loosely on some mischievous people I knew, capable of being so beautiful and kind one moment then when they turn bad, there is no depth of depravity he won’t descend to. He is also extremely courageous, standing up to Lucifer, Mikhail and basically every other Angel and deity meddling in the game.


Why did you write this book? What was your inspiration?

I wrote it because the themes and characters were growing and germinating in my mind for years, they existed way before I put them to paper and they just needed to thrive. One day when I was at university, I saw a saying on the wall “when you cannot find the book you want to read, then write it” and at first that got under my skin, but eventually I realised that there is a lack of gothic dark fantasy novels out there with a strong occult twist that’s steeped in authentic beliefs. So I began writing; the first word I ever wrote was “carriages” and from there the story flowed.
I was always attracted to mysticism and the paranormal, perhaps because as a child I used to see things, and no I’m not crazy, so I always had the curiosity to wonder what is beyond the doors of death? Is there more?


What did you hope to accomplish by publishing your book?

I hope to get people interested in the roots of their beliefs, and to explore the pre Abrahamic religions of Europe and the rest of the world. There is much beauty and knowledge there that is forgotten or seldom explored and I believe there is much to learn from our heritage.
I would like people to question their thoughts and their thinking patterns and ask themselves what is really them?, whether they are the product of their culture and epigenetics, how much of what we are is because we are controlled by external forces?


Can you tell us about your writing process? Where do your ideas originate? Do you have a certain writing routine?

I either write chapters as they come, scenes that enfold in my mind’s eye or I plan them out. But most of the time an idea and event pops into my mind and it becomes the crux of the story so I write it, even if I must write different chapters separately. My ideas come from anything; a book by Mircea Eliade on shamanism or a gothic piece of music, to folklore and myth and of course my own strange mind.
I try to write every day sometimes a lot, sometimes little, but I keep myself busy, otherwise I can get complacent, then the process becomes harder.


What do you like to do when you're not writing? Any hobbies?

I’m odd, I love astronomy, and discovering the latest theories on parallel universes, I love botany, discovering the medicinal properties of herbs and their ancient usage, think of books on ayahuasca experiences and such.
I love exploring other cultures and their food and just being nosy about everything around me. I try to remember to be social as I am very aware that I am eccentric even though I’m just 26.


Are you working on another book?

Yes, on my third book, I think it will be slightly different in the genre, perhaps softer, and that shows the evolution of my writing. It’s still full of folkloric themes that I just can’t get enough of, it’s like dark modern fairytales, less dark than my second book but explores my eastern European roots.
I have a collection of dialogues that I intend to publish someday but that’s a project for later.



The Shadow Crucible: The Blind God by T. M. Lakomy




In a world where angels, demons, and gods fight over the possession of mortal souls, two conflicted pawns are ensnared in a cruel game. The enigmatic seer Estella finds herself thrown together with Count Mikhail, a dogmatic Templar dedicated to subjugating her kind. But when a corrupted cardinal and puppet king begin a systematic genocide of her people, the two become unlikely allies.
Taking humanity back to their primordial beliefs and fears, Estella confronts Mikhail’s faith by revealing the true horror of the lucrative trade in human souls. All organized religions are shops orchestrated to consume mankind. Every deity, religion, and spiritual guide has been corrupted, and each claims to have the monopoly on truth and salvation.
In a perilous game where the truth is distorted and meddling ancient deities converge to partake of the unseen battle, Estella unwittingly finds herself hunted by Lucifer. Traversing the edge of hell’s precipice, Estella and Mikhail are reduced to mere instruments. Their only means to overcome is through courting the Threefold Death, the ancient ritual of apotheosis—of man becoming God.




The Shadow Crucible: The Blind God is available for pre-order on Amazon




Author Bio:

T. M. Lakomy is an archaeologist, specialising in the occult practices of indigenous people. She grew up in  a marabout culture, with witchdoctors and tribal traditions, which fuelled her to delve deeper into the mystic beliefs of people.
She blended ancient gnostic beliefs into her novel, bringing back ancient deities who fight over the rulership of human souls, and the main themes are apotheosis and pulling back the veil.











Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Drabble Wednesday: Deception

Today on Drabble Wednesday, things may not be what they seem... Beware deceivers and tricksters.





The Forever Promise

Ashes and dust.
I leaned against the tree, unable to look back at the house, knowing what I had done. The consequence of what I set in motion.
I never expected to be happy here.
I sighed, and straightened my spine. None of it mattered now.
Soon everything will be over. My duty kept and my oath sealed to fate.
“Anora! There you are.”
The sweet voice of my husband. I turned and smiled. Always the deceiver.
He loves me. I love him. That will change soon. My curse will descend tonight and doom us both to a living hell.

~*~




Don’t Con the Wrong Guy

We made a big mistake
It was supposed to be a quick job. In and out. Scam the rich guy of some money and hightail it. My partner and I figured it for an easy job on an easy mark.
Like I said, we made a big mistake.
It started same as always, lay on the lies and watch the sucker fall for it. Only... he never quite showed the money. Always with the excuse.
He played us. Isn’t that funny?
Now my partner’s dead, and I’m being hunted.
Seems Loki doesn’t like it when you attempt to swindle him.

~*~




Upstanding Citizen

I straightened the plaque on the wall. An award I accepted at last night’s fund raiser dinner for a local charity. I smiled.
Humanitarian of the Year.
Another one for my collection. Throw some money at the right people and they reward you with shiny engraved metal fastened on a bit of polished wood. But they never look closely at who you really are.
They should. For I picked up something for my other collection last night as well. A pretty dark-eyed something called Sylvie. Only she’s not so pretty this morning.
The dead never are.
And Sylvie’s very dead.







© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved


Wednesday, 5 October 2016

Drabble Wednesday: Changing Seasons

In honour of the first Drabble Wednesday for October, come join the telling of a few tales of the seasons...




Winter Chill

The first nip of true cold in the air, a shiver that slowly burrows under the skin and buries itself. That’s when you know. Winter will arrive soon. If you haven’t prepared by then, it’s too late. By that beginning taste of winter, your stores should have been gathered and stocked.
And your final arrangements reviewed and amended if necessary.
Because you never know who’ll die.
Maybe no one, if the winter’s mild. The food will last, and the snow won’t smother. That’s what you hope for. That’s why you pray to the gods.
But sometimes, they want a sacrifice.

~*~




Spring Thaw

The birds are chirping outside the kitchen window these mornings, a sure sign spring is coming. And I saw a crocus poking out its green shoots by the doorstep, so I expect the last of the snow will be melting soon, though it’ll be a while farther up the mountainside.
Does my heart glad to see the change in season. It’s been a hard winter with my husband gone, even if I’m happy he ain’t around no more.
I just hope I buried the body deep enough. Wouldn’t do to have it popping out of the ground in the thaw.

~*~




Summer’s End

A sultry wind blows through the cherry trees, rustling the green leaves, and the ripened fruit. Soon it will be time for last harvest, and the leaves will turn to vibrant warm colour. But, for now, the final bit of summer lingers.
These are beautiful moments, this suspended measure between seasons, between the thriving and the waning of nature. You can feel them mesh and merge, separate and struggle, the everlasting war twixt life and death.
Like me.
No wonder I feel a natural kinship.
I died in this cherry grove. Now, as a wandering ghost, I live here eternally.

~*~





© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved




That’s it for this week, but be sure to pop back next week for a special October Frights horror version of Drabble Wednesday, as part of the week long October Frights Blog Hop.




Saturday, 6 August 2016

Book Spotlight: The Final Life

Today I have a book spotlight on the epic fantasy novel, The Final Life by Andrew Mowere. Enjoy...




The Final Life by Andrew Mowere

It has been 10 thousand years since Odin rose as Unchained. There have been two undead gods behind him, Sklaver and Pyro. Azrael Windslayer, it is whispered, may rise too after his demise. However, the magician's life is turned upside down. Broken and alone, the man meets a young murderer fleeing his guilt.
Glint Stryger is but a bandit brat, yet hopes to join Quicksilver and serve with honor in power driven lands. When things fall apart, the young one stumbles into one eccentric necromancer.
The two band together in a fantastical journey of magic, power, as well as discovery. The first aims to better his life, while the second looks beyond, towards a happiness for mankind that had been denied him. Both hope to do their best, yet know time runs out. After all, one life is never enough.





The Final Life is available at:


Author Bio:

Andrew Mowere is a forty three year old man with an interest in people and worlds. A further obsession with books lead to his current decision to become a writer. He is chaotic by nature, assured he is funny by a loving fiancé, and wishes he could live next to the ocean. His current favorite author is Rothfuss, and his last known read was "Call of Cthulhu", which was absolutely fantastic.
 The Final Life is an epic fantasy. There is really little backstory you need to know before diving in, except that the novel is heavy on magical systems, less so on romance. The first few chapters alternate their narration point. It follows a boy called Glint Stryger and a necromancer named Azrael Windslayer.


Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Drabble Wednesday: Terrible Beauty

Today, on Drabble Wednesday, I’m revisiting the darkness inside the spectacular and the beautiful…




Bring the Storm

Far above our tiny village the barrage of thunder boomed, and the dark mauve sky flared with sporadic bursts of lightning. The air snapped crisp and burnt, and shook with the ferocity of the storm.
Most villagers huddled in their homes, praying for the swift end to the squall. Some brave souls, however, gazed to the sky, seeking a figure riding the fire and roar. The maker of the tempest, in all his screaming agony. Our God, whose body both created and endured the lightning. We prayed for him, God of Storms, and his torment, his sacrifice for his people.

~*~



Rift

I never realized annihilation would be beautiful.
It’s golden and sapphire, shining and shadows, a mosaic pattern of fissures, a jagged pulsing web across the glassy sky. And its growing. Amber tendrils twisting, cerulean coils sprouting. Bigger, larger, wider, patterns into patterns, into fractals, mandalas, always growing, glowing into more exquisite forms.
The forming of the rift held me hypnotised, spellbound in awe. It was the most dazzling phenomenon I had ever witnessed. I would have stayed there forever basking in its wonder, in its beauty.
Such a shame it would eventually tear apart the world, and then the universe.

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Wings

Dusk emerged from a bronze and copper sunset, and etched its ebony on the contours of the muted forest. Something shifted within the surrounding trees and flanking shadows. It emerged and settled on the nearby, deserted road. A small thing, compared to the forest or the sky, but large enough to cast a presence.
It twitched its sable hide—shoulders, limbs, back—flexing muscles and sinew. Bone and cartilage extended, left, then right, and great stygian wings unfolded, flailing, flapping, breaking the quiet with their noise. To the air the creature rose, majestic, noble, sovereign of the night.
The Gargoyle.






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