Karavansara

East of Constantinople, West of Shanghai


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Hanging Out with Apep

Selection_913When in need of an evil Egyptian god for fiction, while Set certainly has a worse reputation, most authors go for Anubis. It makes sense: the Jackal God is popular, got a super-cool look, and I can find tons of visual references.
And then, hey, he’s the God of Death, right?
I can quote a lot of resources in that sense, from Roger Zelazny to Johnny Quest by way of Young Sherlock Holmes, Bram Stoker and Valerie Leon.
Fact is, it doesn’t work that way. Anubis, aka Anpu, aka Inpu, sometimes also known as Hermanubis, is the protector of the souls of the dead. He’s not the bad guy, he’s with the good guys! Let that sink in, and then tell me again why fanatics with daggers should serve him.
And really, apart from the philological elements, Anubis as the dark god of Egypt’s been done to death. Which is, I realize, somewhat ironic.

So, when outlining AMARNA, I looked up a few other Usual (Egyptian) Suspects.
And for my money, you want a bad guy in Egyptian myth? Go for Apophis. The Stargate SG1 guys got the snake right.
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A little more about AMARNA

I’ve been talking about my forthcoming serial for a while, now.
It will be set in Egypt, it will be called AMARNA.
There will be a guy called Tenn Ford in it.
But what else?
Who are the characters, what odds do they face?
Most important, will it be worth your time and money?

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Well, for those that want to know more, I’ve prepared a freebie, a press book of sorts.
Details, ideas, photos, maps.
A full preview of what’s probably the most ambitious project I ever started as a self-publisher.
Plus the opportunity to get the first episode at a discounted price.

DOWNLOAD IT HERE


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C is for Cabbage

Great news.
I am proud of being part of C is for Cabbage, a collection of horror short stories for younger (and older) readers. The volume features my story “The day we played at Middle Ages”, and I’m grateful to editor Emma Ennis for getting me on board.

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This is not like the other projects I’ve been working on this year, as you can guess from the back cover:

In aid of Aoibheann’s Pink Tie, the national children’s cancer charity.

C is for Cabbage, a collection of 20 short stories from 17 truly terrified authors. Open with care, because the pages are crawling with fairies, lobsters, and strangely hip dinosaurs. There’s magic and enchantment, detective twins and drunken wizards. It’s got ghosts, ghouls, and lovestruck vampires; zombies, secret societies, and strange little men who tinker with toys.
With fun and frolics, and maybe a mild curse or two, (not to mention an extraordinary pair of knitting needles,) C is for cabbage is sure to have something for everyone, children and adults alike.

I am told the book will be available through the usual channels sometimes next week. I will post a heads-up as soon as the book is available.
You keep an eye out.
This book is special.

Here’s the cover, by the way…

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The price of peace of mind

OK, so I went and did it.
I’ve been on Patreon as a lurker for a while now, but last night I went and did what needed to be done, and I am about to launch my Patreon page on the 1st of December.

For the uninitiated, here’s a quick video overview.

Patreon allows fans to put down some money (as little as 1 buck per month) in order to pay their favorite writers, musicians, artists etc.
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Introducing Tenn Ford

The joys of planning a serial: you can just chance upon a bit of fluff that suddenly turns your story around.
The sort of serendipity my friend Claire loves so much.

It went like this: I was laughing with my friend Lucy a while back and this quote from Sir Alec Guinness came up:

bf9e9b7006b725a3791d2a2a9af0d3d8Can’t say I’m enjoying the film. … new rubbish dialogue reaches me every other day on wadges of pink paper—and none of it makes my character clear or even bearable. I just think, thankfully, of the lovely bread, which will help me keep going until next April even if Yahoo collapses in a week. … I must off to studio and work with a dwarf (very sweet—and he has to wash in a bidet) and your fellow countrymen Mark Hamill and Tennyson (that can’t be right) Ford. Ellison (?—No!)—well, a rangy, languid young man who is probably intelligent and amusing. But Oh, God, God, they make me feel ninety—and treat me as if I was 106.—Oh, Harrison Ford—ever heard of him?

And I said, damn, I need to have a character called Tennyson Ford!
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