(With humblest apologies to Jack Vance.) The Feast of Regrets — held annually, biannually, or at irregular intervals at Boumergarth, the four-towered castle of Ildefonse the Preceptor — was in full swing. The bloated red sun had limited its worrisome eructations to nothing more than a polite belch or two during the last month and… Continue reading A Dying Earth Feast
Category: Writing
Ursula Bruin
A couple of years ago I wrote a tale for the Heir Apparent. She was seven at the time and ardently fond of a number of things girls her age tend to be. So I attempted to incorporate several of her obsessions into the narrative. I believe I succeeded, as she was highly pleased with… Continue reading Ursula Bruin
Old Stomping Grounds. Part One.
It was just over a year ago that MBW, the HA, and I began our trek from Oregon to Texas. I flew back with the HA for a visit last week. MBW will join us in a few days. Why the trip? Why not? I drove the HA south to a spot roughly halfway between… Continue reading Old Stomping Grounds. Part One.
The State of the Writer.
It seems like a good time to take stock. We’ve reached the second half 2023. Summer, in all its blistering glory is firmly in place. The fifty weeks of serializing Savage Journal are behind now. (Regarding which, I hope some of you enjoyed it.) I’m feeling settled in; it has been a bit over a… Continue reading The State of the Writer.
A Christmas in Lankhmar.
The braziers in the Silver Eel could not press back the cold. So the tall swordsman and the small fought the chill with tankards of fiery red wine brought by Braggi, the tavern-master, who served his customers — the only two enduring the late hour and the cold — with a brusque efficiency. “What is… Continue reading A Christmas in Lankhmar.
A Thanksgiving Repeat. Plus Savage Journal Entry 19.
The web log has been traveling. MBW, the HA, and I just returned to my fastness in the outskirts of Houston from spending Thanksgiving with my sister in Nebraska. Accordingly the web log will be broadcasting a repeat instead of new programing. Also, the next entry in Magnus Stoneslayer’s diary. But first, the obligatory self-promotion.… Continue reading A Thanksgiving Repeat. Plus Savage Journal Entry 19.
Second Edition. Resurrected Post.
April 26, 2020 Second Edition Thick As Thieves came out a few years ago. I’m rather fond of that one. Crime and fantasy are not strangers. Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser met during a robbery. Conan’s rap sheet would fill an entire scroll. Heists instigated a number of his adventures. Even Bilbo acted the burglar.… Continue reading Second Edition. Resurrected Post.
A Drive-Through Meal. Resurrected Post.
April 19, 2020 A Drive-Through Meal There was a time when bookstore shelves were not dominated by cinder block-sized fantasy epics. Back in the 1960s a 150-page sci-fi paperback was commonplace. Or, so I understand from my expeditions through used book stores. I’m afraid I have no memories from the 60s. I see nothing wrong… Continue reading A Drive-Through Meal. Resurrected Post.
Falchion Returns! Resurrected Post.
April 5, 2020 Falchion Returns! You can’t keep a good man down. Or at least you can’t keep a perhaps not-so-nice fictional character down. If you enjoyed Boss: Falchion’s Company Book One, you’ll be happy to learn that Falchion is back, in Captain: Falchion’s Company Book Two. The book is out in print and digital,… Continue reading Falchion Returns! Resurrected Post.