Five and a half years later.
Graham Wiertham, a stocky man in his early forties and dressed in his best business suit, forced a smile and nod to acknowledge those that passed him in the lushly carpeted corridor. He noted the suits of armour, family portraits and hunting trophies on display. Is he really any different? Hearing the case is one thing, but would he dare rule against his own? He turned and looked through the large oak doors into the main courtroom of Draishire Castle. Continue reading
I tried reciting some of my poems to get into character for an audition last week (the first audition I’ve ever attempted in my life), and ended up writing a new poem. Here it is:
Can you take a man from heaven,
Throw him down to earth,
And expect him to be grateful
For a squalid pauper’s birth?
Can you take the Son of Glory,
Mar and smear his face,
And expect him still to treasure
Our decrepit human race? Continue reading
Here for your enjoyment are two of the internal images from the book (in the printed version, the maps will be in black and white) and the entirety of the Prologue. Some of the formatting may not match that in the book, since it’s not precisely formatted for blog posts. At the end there is a link to Chapter 1. Continue reading
After that flurry of activity this week, let’s calm things down with the anniversary poem that I promised:
A Dozen Anniversaries
A dozen anniversaries
A dozen raucous cheers;
A near half-dozen nurseries
We’ve needed through the years.
How rich has now our life become,
With two souls side by side?
We are now far more than our sum
Now our old selves have died. Continue reading
I am currently in the final stages of self-publishing Nobility Among Us. The final book cover, internal artwork and manuscript have been approved, and are currently being processed by the printer, after which I will obtain a single copy for final approval before it goes on general sale (most likely in about a month).
Going the self-publishing route means doing all of my own marketing, and my funds are extremely limited. I have an idea for promoting the book via youtube video, but I don’t have the skills or tools to produce something of sufficient quality, I am especially interested in high-quality audio.
So, I would like to announce a youtube video creation contest, with a small cash prize, the overall prize fund being 60 US dollars plus two free copies of the book, the winning videos being used to promote the book. Continue reading
This is a ‘call to battle’ poem given towards the end of Nobility Among Us, it is recited with drum accompaniment at the end of a speech to the defenders of Draishire Castle. The castle is about to be assaulted with tanks, jets, helicopters and modern ground troops, which the defending side also has, but in vastly fewer numbers. The poem itself is from a much earlier age, when such technology did not exist.
Hear the approach of the marching drums.
With each beat, the enemy is closer;
With each beat, your pulses rise.
With each beat, our men are more united;
With each beat, focus fiery eyes.
With each beat, our forces are advancing;
With each beat, no more room for fear.
With each beat, our targets become clearer;
With each beat, the time for war is here.
With each beat, with each beat, with each beat…
Now is the calm before the storm, the last breath of silence before the roar of battle begins.
Every man is straining at the leash, watching, waiting, for the fateful order to be given.
Here it comes…
This is a proposed image for the front cover, approved by me, but subject to approval from the printer. Publication is getting closer!
If you have a fast connection (or don’t mind waiting), you can take a look at the full cover art proposal, in all its awesomeness, here (warning: 12.5 MB)