The Eater of Names: Cover revealed!

•August 19, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Salutations again my friends!

Today is a great day. For several months I have been waiting eagerly to show the work in progress cover of Eater of Names, produced by the awesome Tabby Stirling (follow her on twitter @VoleQueen). Well, as a late Sunday treat, I’ve been allowed to show y’all a sneak peek what Tabby’s come up with:

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Isn’t that neat?

This is not quite the final version, but I am delighted with what’s been produced.  In particular I love that there’s a continuity of style between this and Hobgoblin’s Herald; I could see them happily sharing a shelf together on any bookshelf (maybe yours?)

It’s also delightful to see different interpretations of Mallory depicted.

You may also catch my blurb on the back cover, giving a hint at what is to come for our intrepit and morally dubious heroes in the adventures to come.

Eater of Names will be released later this year, and I cannot wait for you all to read it.

If you haven’t had chance to pick up the first book in the Guien Sequence, The Hobgoblin’s Herald yet, it is available on amazon here and here.

For updates on Eater, be sure to keep an eye on the Fox Spirit Books site, as well as following them on twitter @FoxSpiritBooks

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Guien Lore Snippet: Of the Isle of Sulphur, and the Drakburnt Isegi peoples that dwell there.

•July 28, 2018 • Leave a Comment
[Hello again dear ones. In celebration of signing the official contract for the forthcoming Hobgoblin sequel, Eater of Names, here’s another snippet of lroe about one of the seldom visited lands on Guien’s beautiful map. Enjoy:]

Of the Isle of Sulphur, and the Drakburnt Isegi peoples that dwell there.

By Lady Betheny Agredda of Old-Hold

 

Far to the South of Oellir, off the eastern shores of the Grief Peninsula, lies the Isle of Sulphur. This is a relatively modern term for the ancient and rather sizeable island. It was given this moniker by Achevin merchants who settled there during the Father of Cities’ expansionist phase. This was on account of the stench of rotten eggs which pervaded the long-isolated island, and the name stuck in the collective consciousness of the civilised world.

What a shame it is that the merchants hadn’t settled in the northern reaches first, but had instead first ventured south to discover the cause of this stench.

How much better would ‘the Isle of Drakes’ been as a name? Alas, history does not bend to the whim of mortals.

The Isle is almost eight hundred miles long from its northern to southern extremities, according to the records of Achevin cartographers. Whilst the north is mostly rainforest, the south is covered in nourishing black soil which allows for strong and diverse agricultural crops to be grown. The south, however, is dominated by Mount Isegmaw, the tallest mountain in the known world.

In the north, the Achevins built a colony town, Vardefound. It is from the histories written by scholars visiting there that we have so much history of this lonely island. However, the Achevins were latecomers to the Island. The Isles were already colonised by the Isegi, a civilisation old before the Starfall, so they say.

The Isegi live in temples cities, carved into the foothills of Isengmaw, or else in primitive farming villages on the island’s interior. There are other minor tribes of people who dwell in fishing villages on the coasts, but they are of such minor importance to the Achevins, the individual names of their tribes are not recorded. They are the fish-people, displaced and subjugated by the Isegi. The Isegi in turn are only known by name due to the one aspect of their culture which the Achevins craved.

The Isegi were dragon-tamers. If there is one thing in all history to fire the imagination of even the most stolid scholar, it is dragons. *

According to the stories I’ve found, they found the first dragon eggs in caves in the steep sides of Isegmaw. They reared the hatching drakes by hand, till they grew large enough to ride. ** Over hudnreds of eyars, they were able to learn how to learn the secrets of wyrm-speak, a secret which remains closely guarded by the Isegi to this very day. This gave the Isegi, a primitive tribe of obsidian wielding savages, the power of flight and fire. All of a sudden, they had the ability to defeat every other tribe on the island within the space of a few months. Their dragon riders were legendarily dangerous, able to vanquish armies outnumbering them by thousands to one. *** The only thing keeping the Isegi from expanding across Oellir was the ocean; even small dragons are heavy beasts, and can only fly for short distances. A lengthy trip over the sea would result in drake and rider plunging into the depths. Since the Isegi knew nothing of ship building, they became isolated on the Isle of Sulphur.

As is the way with many isolated communities (such as the Yud and Ked of frozen Ashebos) their technological development stagnated. They were unassailable by their rivals, and had no need of labour saving innovation, simply using slave labour from the defeated tribes. Instead, they poured their efforts into building bigger and bigger temple cities out of the dense stones abundant on their island. They worshipped Isegmaw as a god, believing that beneath the great mountain slept a giant dragon of divine scale.

Unfortunately for the Isegi, this dragon eventually woke. Not literally of course, but one day the skies darkened, plumes of ash rising like a great column joining Utterlight and land. The mountaintop exploded, and the force of the blow shattered their capital city, and the pyroclastic flows that followed swept almost half their people into oblivion. Lava flowed over what remained, and their crops burned in the field.

Only a handful of dragons and their broods survived. It took the Isegi centuries to recover, and even then they were never as powerful as once they’d been.

It was these sorry specimens that the Achevin merchants came across when they eventually founded their colony. Achevin people are generally dark-skinned, as many in hot climes are, but the Isegi being in land shotter still, their skin was almost coal black, with white ink tattoos etched into curving patterns down their backs, the armour of their warriors woven with discarded dragon scales, hard as iron. The Achevins called the Isegi ‘Drakburnt’, joking their complexion was the result of a failed union between man and drake which left the Isegi overbaked; another hilarious derogatory moniker I’m sure…

Despite their condescension, the people of Vardefound saw great value in the Isegi. Dragon bile is an extremely potent fuel, which burns with a fierce blue flame, hot enough to melt steel like tallow so they say. Also, the leather of their wings in extremely fire resistant and tough. There’s a famous saying, that the only stuff which can cut dragon leather is the claw of a dragon or an Aelf-knife. My father owns a patch of dragon leather from his old campaigning days, but I’m not in the habit of cutting into antiques just to test an old wives’ tale.

In any case, these valuable drake products were highly valued in the metropolis, and the Vardefound colony became very wealthy, as did the Isegi. This wealth bought them a measure of independence. The Kings of the Isegi are one of the few monarchies around Oellir who are not direct vassals of the Achevin Emperor, though they still send representatives to the city on occasion. As for the governors of Vardefound, they have positions almost as high as Vassal Kings themselves.

The dragon riders of the Isegi rarely leave the island for war, even when provided great junks to help ferry their turbulent reptilian passengers overseas. Ships tend to get set ablaze when a dragon gets nervous.

The most famous dragon of all, the Imperial Dragon of Achevi, was in fact stolen from the Isle of Sulphur as an egg. Even hundreds of years later, this theft is still a point of contention between the Isegi and the Imperial throne.

Ever since that day, the Isegi have been particularly vehement in protecting their wyrms. There have even been minor wars fought on the island itself between the Isegi and bands of Achevin and Magnallan poachers, trespassing on the island in order to kill a prize buck, or pillage a nest full of eggs.

Long may they be thwarted. I dread the day dragons take route on the mainland. Imagine if even half of them grow even half as large as their imperial cousin? It would be a world on fire, the Age of Great Beasts come again.

 

*(That and Djinn. Folks love ghosts and devils I’ve found.)

**(This is usually when the juvenile dragon has grown to possess a thirty-foot wingspan. Drakes seldom grow larger than that. Too large, and they become unruly and impossible for even Isegi trainers to control, or else they get hunted down. It is claimed the Isegi cull their dragons before they get too large. I could well believe it. Dragons never stop growing, and the Imperial Dragon at Achevi is said to be so vast that it can no longer fly, and it scales are so thick some say even cannons could not kill it if it ever slipped its bonds.)

***(There’s a theory that the reason the Aelf bred their silver eagles was a direct counter to dragon riders.)

Guien Lore Snippet: The Mesmer Storks of the Warden Mountains

•May 13, 2018 • Leave a Comment
[Note: Hello again my friends. To continue my recent series of blog posts, below is another piece of background lore for Guien I have only managed to touch on in the main narrative of the upcoming Eater of Names, written in an in-universe style. Hope you enjoy!: ]

 

The Mesmer Storks of the Warden Mountains

By Lady Betheny Agredda of Old-Hold

 

Squeamish Katahian noblewomen, afraid to explain to their over-sheltered offspring the illicit vicissitudes of the sexual act, explain the origin of babies with the fairy tale of infants being delivered to expectant parents by white feathered storks. Setting aside the infuriating ignorance this seeks to promote in the young, I would wager none of these parents are truly aware of the origin of this myth. If they did, I imagine their soft hearts would be quite horrified…

… Thus I will explain this origin here. For the purposes of education of course. From what sources I can gather, this myth is a corruption in the tales of the Mesmer Stork, brought over to Katahia by Vornish merchants centuries ago.

According to my eye witness accounts and sketches, Mesmer Storks are gigantic tawny feathered monsters, standing a least seven feet tall at the shoulder whilst standing, with wingspans in excess of twenty feet. Their long, straight beaks are like great rusting shears, tapering to a point capable of piercing plate, and razor sharp edges able to snip the arm from a man as easy as one my cut a peach with a cleaver. But what is most remarkable about them are their deep amber eyes, said to possess the most tremendous hypnotic qualities (no simple sketch has been able to convey this quality to me myself, but that is to be expected. These were merchants, not artists). It is these eyes which are the source of the Mesmer Storks’ most disturbing traits. The storks indeed have hypnotic powers, but these powers are too weak to affect the sturdy mind of a healthy adult. But the soft, malleable mind of a child is a different story.

The Tureqi speak of Mesmer Storks swooping down upon undefended villages in springtime. They came to the isolated villages at night, snatching away any infants and young children they could. In some tales, the storks are thwarted by cunning mothers swapping out their children for rocks in their cribs, or brave fathers slaying the storks with horn bows, but more often than not the birds escape with their prizes. In nests hidden in the highest caverns, the children are mesmerized by the storks, turning them into their puppets. From then on, the child is a Stork Rider, bonded forever with the stork that stole them.

This story likely sounds like a work of dark fancy. And yet, the Stork Riders of the Warden Mountains are real, and are well-known as one of the tribes of Tureq. The diminutive tribesmen serve as expert scouts and spies for the Tureqi, wielding blowpipes and short bows to terrific effect. From what Tureqi accounts I can gather, the Stork Riders are tolerated by the other tribes, but they greatly disturb them. The Stork Riders have the frail bodies of children, most appearing no more than ten. And yet, many of their elders are known to be older than sixty summers.

I believe this is a form of magical symbiosis. The storks are able to prolong the life of a stolen child, keeping them as children to prevent them growing too large that that stork can no longer bear their weight. In exchange, the stork uses the Rider as an auxiliary mind, to augment its own. Before stealing a child, Mesmer Storks are noted to be mere animals, without thought or drive beyond the hunt. But once they possess a human, they gain a drive and cunning undreamt of. It is said when the Stork Riders talk, they speak as if they are the stork, that they are one and the same.

It is possible I am reading too much into this, that I assume the tail wags the dog. The more sensible explanation is that Stork Riders are simply a smaller breed of human, who have adapted to the high altitude and learned to tame storks as mounts in battle, and that the storks that stole children simply ate them. Yet why do their eyes match those of the storks? Why do they not age? And why do they speak as if mind slaves of the Mesmer Storks?

In any case, the Stork Riders have ever been a well-known component of the Tureqi hordes, ever since the Hobgoblin wars, long before the unification of the Tureqi under the Anax. Their hunting of gargoyles is also what drove that species to the mountains bordering the freezing wastes of Ashebos.

Be the Mesmer Storks psychic thieves or simply terrible predatory birds, neither prospect seems particularly fitting for a fairy tale designed to stop young minds learning about how wombs work…

Guien Lore Snippet: On the subject of the Khidd and the Great Sprawl…

•May 7, 2018 • Leave a Comment

[Note: Here’s a little piece of background I wrote for Guien. In the process of writing the three books for Guien so far, I have a ton of extra background material about the entire world of Guien and its weird creatures and settings. I thought I’d share some of these in-universe snippets of lore with you, in the run up to the release of Eater of Names this year. Here is the first. Enjoy!]

On the subject of the Khidd and the Great Sprawl

By Lady Betheny Agredda of Old-Hold

 

Here in Katahia, we have myths about the Khidd, treating them more akin to spirits or imps of the Utterdark hell; cautionary tales to frighten children. Of course, we have little cause to think of the Khidd as more than fairy tale monsters. However, for the people of Eastern Oellir, the Khidd are a far more solid and pernicious race, and far from mythological. This treatise hopes to bridge the gulf of knowledge between our cultures on the matter of the Khidd, and to provide the layman a grounding in the origins, nature and history of this fascinating species.

The Khidd can be found in the far eastern reaches of Oellir, in a tangled, nightmarish forest known as the Sprawl, which stretches from the Warden mountains down to the Sulphur sea, and East as far as men have travelled. I have read lurid accounts of adventurers travelling thousands of miles through the Sprawl, finding empty cities amidst the poisoned trees; the lingering remnants of long-vanquished civilisations. These accounts claim they found no life there but Khidd and their spawn. I give these accounts but scant credence however, for if the Khidd were so overwhelmingly deadly, then how did any simple band of adventurers ever escape their grasp? Still, the east beyond Magnalla is a quiet place, which is likely due in part to Khidd encroachment. Perhaps there are entire civilisations beyond our known world, cut off from us by Khidd and their forests?

Whilst Katahian sources vary wildly in their descriptions of Khidd, from demonic hobgoblins with horns and stingers, to shapeless smoke creatures, the Magnallan, and Drenchlander accounts are remarkably consistent. They describe them as crustaceans with two sets of snapping claws and hideously toxic stinging barbs, with natural armour of glossy black, gigantic cousins of the common scorpion. There are even Tureqi sagas which sing of great champions doing battle with ‘spiders clad in black steel and shears to cut a man’s thread, swift as breath.’

Wherever the Khidd go, the Sprawl follows, which implies some sort of correlation. There are stories of the forests seeming to literally march with the Khidd as they swarmed over the land. Painted Priests of Turasser have suggested to me this is clear proof that Khidd are demonic forest spirits, and imply that all who follow the teachings of Selmyra and the nameless forest gods could summon Khidd at any moment, justifying their persecution. This is, of course, nonsense. I would advance a simpler explanation, proposed by the learned Magnallan Lanid of Akask, who has actually examined Khidd corpses first-hand. To Lanid, the Khidd live in symbiosis with the twisted trees of the Sprawl; they hatch their eggs in the boles of Sprawl-trees, turning their sap and ugly green as they gestate. Then, as the Khidd scuttle forth to hunt, they carry the seeds of the trees in their segmented shells, spreading the Sprawl’s progeny wherever they go.

Unlike more traditional enemies, Khidd do not fight as armies, with supply lines, strategy and morale. They are relentless, fearless swarming animals, devouring everything they can get their claws on.

I once asked my father, Marshall Agredda, what we might do to fend off a Khidd invasion here at Old-Hold. ‘Hope our walls are high enough,’ was his taciturn response.

From my collated accounts, the Khidd have always been here, predating even the Age of Great Beasts, with their frozen corpses captured in sediment stone. Indeed, I would go as far to say the first creatures to crawl from the primordial oceans were not our ancestors, but rather the great scorpions in their living suits of armour.

In either case, the people of Magnalla have fought the Khidd for thousands of years. Before the Starfall, the Khidd seem to have been driven to the edge of the world, becoming an almost forgotten peril. With the fall of stars and the end of the Gnomic hegemony, the Khidd returned with a vengeance, sweeping across the east like ravening locusts. It is believed that the threat of the Khidd was what forged the first alliance between humans and hobgoblins in the east. But even together, Magnalla would have been swallowed up by the Sprawl if not for the invention of the Djinn Trap by the scholar-mages of Alazea. Armed with these chained demons, and the other advanced weapons of the Magnallans, the Khidd were stymied.

The fight against the Khidd continues to this day, with the Reichgoblins constantly launching forays into the woods to destroy Khidd nests. We know this through stories brought back by mercenaries hired to help combat the primordial terrors.

For all we fear the Lord of Travesties, in whatever guise he takes, and the hobgoblin menace at home, I do sometimes wonder if we have learned to be frightened of entirely the wrong nemesis. For if the Khidd should ever triumph, thus would end civilisation, replaced by an eternity of chittering jaws and glossy black carapace.

The Hobgoblin’s Herald: A Year on

•April 28, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Hello dear readers,

I must first apologise for my lengthy absence from the blogosphere; a year in internet time is an eternity (and is hardly any time at all in the publishing world, unless you are a writing machine like Brandon Sanderson or Stephen King, or a big publisher with an avengers-like roster of full time authors).

Just thought I’d pop in here now to let you know what I’ve been up to, show you some cool-ass Hobgoblin fan art, and setting out what is upcoming from me.

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The Cover of Book 1, by the wonderful Tabitha Stirling (follow her @VoleQueen on twitter)

The past year has been a fun one for me. Not only was The Hobgoblin’s Herald for Fox Spirit Books released, I have also been writing the second and third entries in the series, Eater of Names (coming this year) and Fleshless Prince respectively.

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Stunning fan art depicting some of the main characters of Hobgoblin’s Herald, drawn by the masterful Manuel Mesones (visit his Imaginarium here for more.)

On April 30th, the interview I did for Kendell Reviews last month will be out, so be sure to check it out on his site this coming Monday.

In light of the upcoming release of Eater of Names, I will also be doing a series of blogs themed around Hobgoblin’s Herald, and the world of Guien in general. Once I am given the go ahead, I’d also like to do a preview of the cover for Eater of Names, which incidentally Tabby Stirling has absolutely knocked out of the park.

When creating a world, there is so much history and supplementary material you create, much of it only being hinted at in the novels themselves. I tihnk this is a shame so have decided to create a few in-universe articles on some of the more obscure portions of the history of Guien I’ve come up with during the course of writing these 3 novels, and will be posting them up here semi-regularly in the run up to release day.

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I’ll be delving into some of the dark corners of Guien, to see what lurks within.

Just as a final note, once again I will be attending Edge Lit 7 at Derby Quad this year, Saturday July 14th. If you’re going make sure to look out for me, say hi, and you know, maybe pick up a copy of Herald from the Fox Spirit stall if you haven’t already.

Goodbye for now, but watch this space. Interesting things be afoot…

Welcome to Guien: The World of The Hobgoblin’s Herald

•April 3, 2017 • 1 Comment
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A glimpse of the Guien map pencil work in progress.

I love maps. Ever since I read Tolkien, there’s something about a book with maps in the front, which just makes the world feel more real, more lived-in. There’s a wealth of history you can infer from just a glance at a good cartographical representation of your fantasy world.

Often you can just feel the character of a country by the geography on display. Take Mordor in Middle-Earth; a volcanic plain, hemmed in on three sides by mountains. Instantly, you think: fortress, prison, forboding desolation.

A map can also depict major historical events in the setting’s history, without having to be declarative. Look to the map of Westeros, and the smashed Arm of Dorne; the war of the Children versus the First Men is writ large across the very land itself.

When you have a new world to explore, one which exists only in a book, a map also helps orientate a reader, and place events and locations in context.

Thus, when I first began writing The Hobgoblin’s Herald, my debut novel coming out this year for Fox Spirit Books, I resolved to create a characterful and instantly recognisable map for my own world of Guien. Continue reading ‘Welcome to Guien: The World of The Hobgoblin’s Herald’

Cultural Consumptions: July(ish) in review…

•July 24, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Good day readers, friends, enemies, and the thing which lives in the loft.

I thought I would begin a new semi-regular segment here, where I give an overviw of my favourite media consumed over the month, be it books, games, TV, movies or whatever takes my fancy.

However, since I’ve not blogged in a while, I will take the opportunity to cram in my brief thoughts on a few other things I’ve been watching in the months before. I know I’m breaking the format of my blog series in the first edition, but what the hell.

Without further ado:

TV:

Game of Thrones Season 6 – I was late to the game for this, having to wait for the show to finish airing before I could buy it via Amazon, but blimey it was worth the wait. It had spectacular battles, intrigue, tragic deaths and revelations aplenty, everything I expect in a fantastic season of Game of Thrones. We’re off the reservation now, beyond the books, and here be monsters.

The Dorne storyline however almost spoiled this season, and it was mercifully only on screen for three scenes. The Sandsnakes are narrative poison, and it continues to confound me that the showrunners have changed a maligned storyline from the books, and somehow made it far worse.

I was also a little disappointed in Euron. Book Euron is like some demented Conan villain: horrendously evil but undeniably entertaining. I hope they give him more to do next season, which I cannot wait for!

Preacher, Season 1 – Speaking of demented, I have also been watching Preacher, one of perhaps the craziest show being broadcast right now. Based on the comic of the same name, Dominic Cooper and the rest of the cast of this show utterly kill it as an eccentric, stylised Texan metaphysical odyssey. Angels, demons, vampires and cowboys, this show never has a dull moment. It has a breakneck tempo, yet it doesn’t spoonfeed you the plot. The central mystery of Genesis and just precisely what’s going on is being slowly unravelled each week, and I’m loving it.

Stranger Things, Season 1 – Imagine if Spielberg in his prime had decided to adapt a Stephen King novel for TV, and you get some idea of the style of this show. The child stars are excellent, the story seamlessly shifts between a fun boyhood adventure, a harrowing story of a mother unwilling to give up on her missing child, and an excellent horror story. Stranger Things plays with all the standard 80s genre tropes, oftentimes playing them straight, which makes the scenes when they subvert them all the more satisfying. What I loved msot about this show is that despite paying homage to many eighties movies, it is not a reboot, sequel or adaptation of an existing story. It is rare to get truly good original content recently, and the Duffer Brothers show it is not only possible, it is preferable. My good friend James Fadeley has a more in-depth review of this show on his blog, so check it out.

Continuum – I have recently discovered this show on netflix, and the first few episodes have intrigued me. Loving the aesthetics of the future world, and the potential of time travel shenanigans going forward.

Rick and Morty

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I have binged both seasons of this most excellent cartoon from Adult Swim. Following the adventures of Rick Sanchez and his reluctant grandson Morty, this show is almost a parody of Back to the Future, but is more like a nihilistic and cynical take on sci-fi adventures like Doctor Who, showing how messed up actual adventures in space ad parallel dimensions would be. Rick Sanchez; irreverent, bitter alcoholic misanthrope, is one of my new favourite comedy characters. This show feels like a darker successor for Futurama, with an ever expanding complex backstory and mythology, alongside some interesting and surprisingly poignant family drama. Plus, it is really funny, with tons of clever little in-jokes and easter eggs for the eagle-eyed viewers. Brilliant.

Movies:

Captain America: Civil War – This is a spectacularly late review, but for what it’s worth, this is possibly one of the best MCU movies put to screen so far. The Russo brothers show how superhero battles are supposed to look on screen. They give us one of the most sympathetic and surprisingly effective MCU villains since Loki, and actually improve upon their Civil War source material by contextualising it within the solid foundation of the great body of movies preceding them. Marvel have finally got a comic book continuity on screen, both film and TV, and with such strong movie behind them, I can’t wait to see where the MCU hype train goes next.

Independence Day: Resurgence – This was a disappointment. A very interesting premise, but I wish we’d seen the sequel which happened between this and the first movie. Most of the goofy charm of the firt one is lost. The quips in this are forced, and somehow the stakes seem far less, even though the alien ship is bigger and more deadly. The locusts have become another crap hollywood hive mind, and their queen is a spectacular narrative misstep in my opinion.

Star Trek Beyond:

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Now if you want an actually good sci-fi movie this summer, you can’t go wrong with this. The third nuTrek movie, this one is far better than Into Darkness. Instead of pillaging story beats from old movies int he franchise, it has a new original story, which pays homage and hints at the original series, showing a love for the source material which shows it was written by a Trek fan, and not a Star Wars one as with the first nuTrek movie.

The sets and locations are beautiful and wonderfully sci-fi. You feel the scale of the starbase USS Yorktown, and Idris Elba’s villain has a good twist. The cast of the Enterprise crew finally feel like theya re gelling as a team, and the new addition of Jaylah is welcome as another female to dilute the overly male cast. There’s a touching tribute to Nimoy too, which gels neatly with the story and doesn’t feel tacked on.

The trailers for this film are terrible, so ignore them and go see the movie immediately.

Books:

Ketchup on Everything, by Nathan Robinson – A neat little horror novella, which very effectively depicts the harrowing experience of a father to an abducted child. There is a twist, which I won’t spoil, but appreciation of this novella is not contingent upon it.

Eve of War, by various

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Published by Fox Spirit Books, this anthology is linked by the theme of female warriors and fighters. I’m only two stories in, and both have been marvellous. I will likely do a full review of this in a future blog, so look out for that.

The Beast Arises, by various2predatorpreyA bit of a cheat as this is an ongoing series published every month this year by Black Library. Nevertheless, I consider this series to be one gargantuan novel, told over twelve volumes, and it works really well when read in this light. It depicts the Warhammer 40K universe in a previously unknown period of its history, and is ideal for readers who are well-versed in the exisitng mythos. For those fans, I will tell you this; you have never seen Orks as scary and evil as i this series. Also, pay close attention to Drakan Vangoritch. He’ll be important in the future…

Best Served Cold, by Joe Abercrombie – A dark and cynical tale of revenge in a hot-blooded land of warring city states not unlike medieval Italy, this is one of Joe’s brilliant standalones set in his First Law universe. Full of witty traitors and viscious psychopaths, this book is what you’d expect from Lord Grimdark himself.

That’s it for now folks. Let me know in the comments what genre media is blowing your hair back this month.

Bt for now, I must slither back into my lair, until the next time…