Sunday, October 7, 2018

Port Of Shadows

Port of Shadows by Glen Cook. A Chronicle of The Black Company, originally published by Tor, September 2018. Approx. 385 pages.

At long last. What more can I say?

Nearly two decades after the series came to an amazing close; nearly one decade after the first 'new' short story surfaced, we finally have a new, physical Black Company book in our hands.

Rejoice.

Now, this review might be a little different than normal; for a few reasons. First, this is the first review I've done in, what, a year? I'm way out of practice. Second, this is a book about obfuscation and disinformation. It's hard to pin down a true synopsis. It's harder to review; especially the way Cook has written it, without spiraling into major spoilers (which I am loathe to do). So, please, forgive me if I meander a bit with personal opinion of Cook's choices rather than objective appraisal. I'll do my best.

First, the synopsis proper:

"The father of Grimdark returns…

The soldiers of the Black Company don’t ask questions, they get paid. But being “The Lady’s favored” is attracting the wrong kind of attention and has put a target on their backs, and the Company’s historian, Croaker, has the biggest target of all.

The one person who was taken into The Lady’s Tower and returned unchanged has earned the special interest of the court of sorcerers known as The Ten Who Were Taken. Now, he and the company are being asked to seek the aid of their newest member, Mischievous Rain, to break a rebel army. However, Croaker doesn’t trust any of the Taken, especially not ones that look so much like The Lady and her sister…"

Ok, that's not too far from what we have here in the book. The bulk of Port of Shadows takes place in the period between books 1 and 2; and these portions are narrator by our dear friend Croaker. There are also chapters dedicated to historical events circa the Domination. These stories are told in a more classic third person POV (Cook did something similar to this in Shadows Linger, although that was all present time).

Port of Shadows finds our favorite mercenary group on fairly quiet garrison duty (post-Charm battle) in a small city named Aloe. Daily duties include winning hearts and minds, civil engineering and agricultural duties; arguing, drinking, and cheating at tonk at the local bar, and keeping Rebel insurgents at bay (all this action is off-screen, much to the chagrin of many reviewers).

Things take a turn for the active when the Company is tasked with retrieving one Tides Elba, a young lady of the Senjak family tree; who also bears a link to the titular Port of Shadows, a purported gateway through which the Dominator might be able to return to the world.

Things teeter into the bizarre from that point. Elba later returns as Mischievous Rain; a newly appointed member of the Ten Who Were Taken, as well as the bearer of some deeply personal news for Croaker.

Also, further compounding matters, girls bearing striking similarities to Ms. Elba begin popping up with perturbing frequency, increasing the chances of a Port of Shadows opening to allow the old Evil in.

Perhaps that's the best place to stop the core overview. What follows is a lot, and I cannot stress a lot enough, of murky, convoluted happenings. Croaker begins to refer to himself as a 'mushroom man' (kept in the dark and fed a steady diet of shit), and rightfully so; he is left out of the logistical loop. And, since we count on his records to see what is transpiring, we too are left out of the loop.

Imagine this: reading a book that details the rise, fall, and growth of a Fortune 500 company. Except, you only see through the eyes of some shlump in the mailroom, never peeking into the executive offices. You just notice subtle policy changes here and there. That's basically how this story unfolds.

Understandably, this approach is flummoxing a lot of readers. Also, understandably, it makes sense for how the narrative needs to transpire. But I digress.

Along with this core narrative, there are the aforementioned historical interludes. These detail the story a necromancer and his adventures with a dead Senjak sister, as well another sister who sets out to find her.

Ok, let's break Port of Shadows down and evaluate its components:

Writing: Well, here we go again. You will likely either love or hate it. I have seen some nasty reviews out there; citing 'senility' and a host of other ills, all declaring that this is 'not the real Black Company'. Yes, there's some credence to that claim. More on that later, in the opinions section.

As for writing, I think Cook is still on point here. Take into consideration that the first 3 chapters here that feature the Company; Tides Elba, Smelling Danger, and Bone Candy, were previously released in short story anthologies (there's a disclaimer at the beginning that they've been edited slightly, but I'm not going to do word for word comparisons). In those stories, Cook is definitely in old form. Remember, he usually does not do linear or redundant well. He changed Annalists, aged them, and kept it consistent. But he always seemed loathe to keep doing the same thing. This Croaker does speak like the Croaker of old, for the most part. Later on, he chides himself for his obvious tonal shifts. But it is all part of the planned narrative. It isn't the compromised memory of the author; it's - well, it's something else.

So, yeah, the first person ain't what it used to be. Personally, I believe that, unlike in previous Croaker outings; some of it is what appears in the Annals, and some is his own mental meanderings. There's no way to know for sure. Cook is notoriously reticent and deliberately obtuse.

In short, I won't say it's bad, but this could've been shortened to 200 pages, like older volumes, and still packed the same punch.

As for the older interludes, the writing in those is sharp, poignant, and emotional.

Action: Cook was never one to detail protracted fight scenes, but there is almost no action in this book. Skirmishes, etc., all happen off-camera.

There are some nice displays of magic, well actually, not some. One.

Yes, this book is very light on action. If that's a deal-breaker, you've been warned.

Characters: As mentioned, I personally believe Cook is still on point with Croaker. Some have claimed he isn't the same as old; and for a large chunk of the book, he technically isn't; again, with reason.

The supporting characters appear in their former glory; although I would've loved to see more of them. Elmo, Otto, Hagop, etc., make little more than glorified cameo roles. We clap when we see them, then wish they'd stay longer. There are some rare slips like making the Captain too verbose.

As for the new characters, they're a bit hit or miss. Mischievous Rain is a stellar, well-fleshed out character; although some might see her as Cook trying to insert another Lady/Soulcatcher caliber character.

Newly introduced wizards Two Dead and Buzzard Neck work best in the opening chapters, then kind of fade. Two Dead is first posited as kind of a Limper Lite, then he becomes damn near friendly. Oddly.

However, Cook also does the near-impossible in introducing children into the story, and not making them 100% obnoxious. That is no mean feat.

Opinions: I guess, like this book, my review is to be filled with more personal meanderings than concrete evidence...

Mind you, some of these points are ones which I've raised in varying degrees in past reviews.

We've known for a good while that Cook was working on two new Black Company novels, Port of Shadows and A Pitiless Rain. After the release of Tides Elba back in 2010, we could guess that Port was going to be an older Company tale. Still no word on what the storyline of A Pitiless Rain will be; but we can speculate as to whether or not the titular Rain refers to Mischievous Rain. This would indicate another story set in the olden times. Also, bear in mind that since Soldiers Live, Cook has released 5 short stories set in the old days; only 3 of which were included in Port. Shaggy Dog Bridge and Bone Eaters remain unincorporated.

For me; while I'm always ecstatic at the prospect of new material, I was still holding out hope that Cook would be able to (would desire to) do an entire Black Company centered around the Company that left Khatovar. I know, I understand, it was devoid of the familiar faces, but I believe he could've made something spectacular out of it.

Back to Port. What about the obvious issues surrounding writing a book 1.5 after the series was completed? Two glaring problems come to mind:

1) You need to come up with a concept that is compelling enough to frame an entire novel around.

2) You have to justify how and why said events never appeared, or were never referenced, in the successive volumes. Remember, the entire series is predicated upon record-keeping.

Basically, how do you resolve these mutually exclusive issues, and still deliver what the fans want?

Honestly, there's only one way to swing it. And that's what Cook did. As to whether it was 100% successful or not, is up to us. As I said, solid as I found it, it still could've been cut at least 25% and made leaner and meaner. Cook always used to be about trimming the fat. Now it seems padding crept into the works a bit.

Well, response is fairly skewed. Some say it's pure genius, or a complete return to old form, a sentiment with which I cannot 100% agree (close, but not 100%). Some say "even bad Cook is better than most other stuff"; which is true in theory, but this book is not bad. Many lament that these characters are not the characters of old, they're different...well, to this I must say: (SPOILER IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY FIGURED OUT) the members of the Company are under some pretty heavy sorcery for the duration of the novel; muddling their minds and keeping them unfocused on what's going on. You can see this especially with One Eye and Goblin, who are their normal bickering selves at the onset, and then keep getting sent out for most of the remainder of the book.

Finally, I've seen quite a few lamentations on the representation of women in the book. Ummm; I'm not going to implode my entire blog by wading into gender politics. I will say that there have always been some constants in regards to Black Company books; first, Croaker has always been pretty pervy. He has his types and he has little time for those who aren't his type. Second, part of the realism that has driven the popularity of these books is the unflinching lens through which we view some of the nastier aspects of wartime and brutal regimes: rape (of women of all ages), incest/inbreeding, etc. Remember, when the Company members are ogling nubile, teen girls, that a) these are not nice people. Many of them are criminals escaping dark pasts, and b) in many countries, across many periods of history, and, we can assume in alternate worlds as well, the statute of limitations does not reflect our current state's. Just because I don't condone or engage in something doesn't mean I will pretend it doesn't exist.

But, as always, you take from it what you will. I can't tell people how to receive a book. Though I'd love to discuss this in the comments.

In the end, we finally got the new Black Company book, and it's pretty darn good. Here's hoping A Pitiless Rain sees the light of day in the future; although, if it takes place in the same timeline as Port of Shadows, I'm guessing a lot of the issues people are having now will manifest themselves again.

Cover:

Glad to say, Raymond Swanland has returned to grace yet another Black Company book with his talents. For me, this is his best Company work to date. Whereas facial structures/features were harsh and angular on previous covers; these are simply beautiful. And the attention to detail is commendable (well, except for making Croaker look like a grimdark badass).

An outstanding piece of artwork, indeed.




Wednesday, September 26, 2018

'The Heirs Of Babylon' Is Getting Re-Released!

Oh happy day! Not only do I have a new Black Company book to enjoy these days, it seems the wonderful folk over at Night Shade Books (you know, the ones that released a large swathe of Glen Cook's back catalog in recent years) have gotten a hold of Cook's first published novel (no, not the softcore porn 'The Swap Academy' written under the pseudonym Greg Stevens), The Heirs of Babylon.

You can read the press release here.

What's more; the uber-talented Raymond Swanland was contracted to design the new cover! Check this beauty out:

Glen Cook - Heirs of Babylon

Amazing, right? Compare that with the original cover:

(Note: that's my actual copy of the original book)

What's more, at the Night Shade website, you can see all of the conceptual pieces which Swanland proposed. They are definitely worth taking a look at. 

Also, if you're interested in reading more about The Heirs of Babylon, look no further than my own review of it here. In short, it was solid for a first book.

Trickster's Treats #2: More Tales From The Pumpkin Patch

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Hi everyone! Wow, it's sure been a while, hasn't it. The year's almost over, and this is only the third post of 2018. Well, sorry the posts have been so few and far between, and, thanks to everyone that still stops by once in a while.

Today's post is not a review; in fact, it is a bit of shameless self-promotion. Things in the Well, a wonderful Australian small press, has released their second Halloween short story anthology, Trickster's Treats #2: More Tales from the Pumpkin Patch. In it, you will find over 30 terrifying short stories divvied up among 6 Samhain seasonal topics.

The topics are:

Pumpkin Head
Halloween House
Trick or Treat
Haunted Forests and Trees
Bob Apple
Fancy Dress

All stories in Trickster's Treats #2 range between 666 and 1,000 words, and feature some top-notch horror authors.

Even better, the anthology is supporting a worthy cause, The Women's Shelters Ltd.!

So what's this about self-promotion? Glad you asked! Within this volume is an entry by yours truly! That's right, my story, "Hatred's Germination", appears in the Pumpkin Head category. It's a violent little tale of a perennially ridiculed superintendent in a NYC Housing Project who reaches a turning point on Halloween Night. 

I'm very proud of this story, and eternally grateful to Steve Dillon at Things in the Well for selecting it. I hope you enjoy it, as well as the rest of the entries.

You can grab Trickster's Treats #2 on Kindle here. Only $2!

Also available in print here. Only $6.66!

And, finally, check out the full ToC below:

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Monday, February 26, 2018

Port Of Shadows Cover Revealed!



From Tor:
https://www.tor.com/2018/02/26/cover-reveals-glen-cook-port-of-shadows-the-black-company/

Well, here it is! We finally have a cover for Port of Shadows, the new Black Company book from grandmaster Glen Cook, arriving in September of 2018!

Once again, Raymond Swanland has delivered a fantastic cover.

From Tor's page:

"We’re excited to share the cover for Glen Cook’s Port of Shadows, a new novel of the Black Company, coming this September!

The soldiers of the Black Company don’t ask questions, they get paid. But being “The Lady’s favored” is attracting the wrong kind of attention and has put a target on their backs, and the Company’s historian, Croaker, has the biggest target of all.

The one person who was taken into The Lady’s Tower and returned unchanged has earned the special interest of the court of sorcerers known as The Ten Who Were Taken. Now, he and the company are being asked to seek the aid of their newest member, Mischievous Rain, to break a rebel army. However, Croaker doesn’t trust any of the Taken, especially not ones that look so much like The Lady and her sister…

Port of Shadows publishes this September with Tor Books. Check out the full cover below, along with a brief excerpt from the novel that inspired its design!"

Also, a brief excerpt!....

"The chimes turned orchestral as she stepped down from the carpet. A gust tossed her hair in streamers as black as her clothing, but shining. Her hair included several intensely scarlet streaks. A silver and lapis lazuli butterfly clip sat at the root of the boldest red stripe. She was as slim as a maiden but her face suggested past strains beyond those of any maiden’s years.

So, truth absolute. She was Taken. She had gone to the Tower. She had come out of the Tower a bespoke servant of shadow.

Nobody moved to greet her. Nobody doubted what she was, either, though no Taken had visited us in months. The Limper had been the last.

She turned my way, frowned slightly, then smiled just as the sun sneaked out from behind a cloud. Its light kissed her. Her face suddenly seemed coated with white makeup on which thin blue lines had been sketched. The light faded before I got a good look. Then I got distracted by the cat that ambled out of her shadow.

It was a three-eyed cat. You do not see many of those. It was as black as her hair. The rationally placed eyes were yellow, except when they looked straight at you. Then they became a pale lilac rose, and glowed. The third eye, above and between, was a slit visible only from straight ahead. It shone crimson for a moment, then purple."

So, yeah, exciting news...Hopefully, they will package in the 4 short stories that have already been released as chapters...We shall see.

You can read my reviews of Cook's works (including the 4 stories that came after Soldiers Live) here:

http://hachisnaxreads.blogspot.com/search/label/Glen%20Cook

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Kaiju Rising: Age Of Monsters II Kickstarter

Today is a truly momentous day! Why, you may ask? Because today marks the launch of a brand new, exciting Kickstarter: “Kaiju Rising: Age of Monsters II”!



Long-time followers of the blog will remember how thrilled I was when the Kickstarter for the first edition ran. And, as we can see by general consensus around the web, the end result was stellar. For all those who haven’t read my review yet, I have a page dedicated to my reviews of all the stories here.

As an added bonus, we are joined today by my good friend Nick Sharps, who not only serves as one of the editors for this edition, but was one of the editors of the first edition as well.

Nick, it’s really great to have you here. To kick things off, can you tell us a bit about the Kaiju Rising: Age of Monsters II Kickstarter?

N.S.: Kaiju Rising: Age of Monsters II is (unsurprisingly) a sequel to Kaiju Rising: Age of Monsters, a project that is very near and dear to my heart. This time around we’re offering stories from 15 stories from such names as Marie Brennan (A Natural History of Dragons), Jeremy Robinson (Project Nemesis), Dan Wells (I Am Not a Serial Killer), Lee Murray (Into the Mist), and more.

The first Kaiju Rising anthology was a work of genius. It was filled with top-notch entries; some which played by generally accepted “kaiju rules”, and some that were completely original concepts. Yet, they were all high quality. As someone who was directly involved in putting together this tome, what was the experience like for you (then and now), and what has been some of the feedback/response that you’ve seen first-hand?

N.S.: I’m extremely proud of the first anthology and humbled by the support it garnered from the fans. To say I was impressed by the quality and diversity of the stories on display would be a Godzilla-sized understatement. The authors delivered stories that explored the kaiju genre in a number of unexpected ways and I had as much fun reading the anthology as anyone who backed the Kickstarter or bought the book after commercial release. I’m a fanboy first and an editor second (thankfully we have true professionals such as Tim Marquitz on the first book and Alana Joli Abbott to cover for me). The feedback has been largely positive, enough so that it was a no brainer to assemble a sequel.

I’m sure, like with the first Kaiju Rising, there’ll be some kick-ass add-ons and unlockable goals associated with the second edition. Can you enlighten us as to some?

N.S.: This time around we’ve decided to keep things mean and streamlined. We’re aware that the previous publisher had issues fulfilling some of its promises. We plan on dodging that bullet by taking a simpler route and just offering the sequel (in multiple formats) as well as the original. There are also Tuckerization/Red Shirt options from almost all of the authors available for fans who want to be written into giant monster stories by their favorite word weavers. It’s all about the most important thing this time around – the book.

First impressions are really important, and this cover is killer. It combines shades of Toho goodness and Harryhausen’s Kraken and brings it to a nightmarish level. Who do we have to thank for this?

N.S.: Tan Ho Sim (AlienTan) really knocked it out of the park with the Kaiju Rising: Age of Monsters II cover. I think the illustration conveys what we’re aiming for with the anthology – big, beautiful, badass monsters absolutely wrecking face. We recruited Tan for this project based on his work with the Tiny Frontiers: Mecha and Monsters RPG from Gallant Knight Games. If you’re into giant monsters and role playing games you should really check it out. Hell, even if you’re not into RPGs you should check it out for the awesome art alone (disclaimer: I have a micro setting in the game book).



How about your own kaiju passion? I’ve been a kaiju fan since seeing the original King Kong in a theater re-release when I was about 5; as well as WPIX Channel 11 Godzilla marathons. You were able to deliver an anthology that satisfied a devoted fandom. What are your own favorite kaiju movies/books/etc.

N.S.: This is going to be controversial but my absolute favorite is Cloverfield. I love Cloverfield. It blew me away in theaters and my admiration of it has only grown. I’ll say 10 Cloverfield Lane deflated that passion a little but I can’t really blame the original for that as it’s only a pseudo sequel. Godzilla and all the Japanese kaiju are classics but I’m an American and I appreciate the concept of having our own giant monsters. Another controversial film choice is the 2005 remake of King Kong. Apart from the over-long bit in New York at the end I really enjoy that flick. And as far as books go I cannot recommend Jeremy Robinson’s Project Nemesis series enough. Anyone who enjoys these anthologies and hasn’t already read Robinson needs to go add Project Nemesis to their Amazon cart right now.

If you could see one grand kaiju battle, who would you choose?

N.S.: I’d actually really love to see some of the kaiju from the first anthology square off. Kane Gilmour’s Kashikoi from the story “The Lighthouse Keeper of Kurohaka Island” is a fan favorite and has an entire island made of kaiju bones to add to its kill tally. Dzoavits from Edward M. Erdelac’s “Devil’s Cap Brawl” was an interesting specimen that could hold its own in a brawl. And then C.L. Werner’s Mishipeshu from “Animikii vs. Mishipeshu” and the MECH: Age of Steel anthology story “Theseus IV vs. Mecha-Mishipeshu” is another pit fighter. I say throw the three of them in an arena and LET THEM FIGHT!



Anything else you want to add today?

N.S.: I’d like to thank you for reviewing Kaiju Rising: Age of Monsters before we were even friends and for giving me the blog space to promote the sequel now. I’d also like to thank everyone who has supported these anthologies. I mentioned earlier what a humbling experience it can be. It’s no less of a humbling experience the second or third time around as it was the first. If anything it’s even more so. The amount of money the fans were able to raise for these projects, these labors of love, is staggering. I am so thankful for your continued support and I genuinely hope that you will love Kaiju Rising: Age of Monsters II as much as I do.

Alright, well there you have it! So now that you have the info, head on over to Kickstarter and back this amazing anthology! Starting today, the Kaiju rise again!

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Story Sample: Richard Writhen

Piggybacking from my recent review of Richard Writhen's novella "The Hiss of the Blade" (Celestial Ways Saga Book 1). I have to admit, it was tough to encapsulate the experience of reading his prose in a succinct manner -  rich vocabulary, poetic delivery, and evocative, yet brutal matter.

So, perhaps instead of explaining, the best thing to do is experience it. That's why I am happy to share this short excerpt from Richard Writhen. This is a sample from the Celestial Ways Saga Book 2, which will be released in 2018 with the title "The Angel of the Grave"...


Without further adieu, here is the excerpt. This portion is called "The Tiny Ones":


In the southwest corridor of the dry desert nation of Galgran lay the capitol city of Hruute. It was in a hovel there that two girls and a woman were sitting down to their meager supper, only afforded by that day’s earnings on the streets; porridge for dinner was par for the course in Sadine’s home; it wasn’t glamorous, but then very little about her early life was. Her mother was named Candace Cottrell, a heavy-set woman with strands of gray suffusing her long, faded brown hair; it stuck out at multiple angles from her head as she sat at one head of the large wooden dinner table. The two girls slouched on one side of it, their forearms unabashedly leaning on its lacquered surface as the three of them sat to eat their evening meal. But several minutes into the near-silent repast, as Sadine twirled her spoon in supper and Rebecca began to take a few hesitant bites, a hard knock sounded at the front door. Candace was nonplussed, but she made to quit her seat. “You two. Make yourselves scarce.”

“But mama! I’ve barely started eating …”

“No lip. Go to the basement, now.”

“But … for how long?”

“I said no lip, girl! No clue, go now.”

So Sadine and Rebecca exchanged earnest looks of consternation with each other, then they both looked back at Mama Cottrell only to encounter a steely eyed look that defied them to protest further. The two girls pushed back their chairs from the table, picked up their bowls and walked over to a floor-to-ceiling cupboard that was to the right of the small sink at the southern wall of the tiny apartment to place them in a dirty basin there. Then they headed downstairs to the basement level with their heads subtly hung, as there was nothing to do downstairs but sleep or stare out windows that were at ground level; not very interesting. Mama Cottrell opened the front door as they went, and conversed in low tones with a man who sounded young, but had a deep voice. They sounded as if they were negotiating or haggling, but the children missed the end of the conversation, reaching the bottom of the stairs and closing the decrepit wooden door there behind them.

The man left as quickly as he’d wandered in at the hour of four first clock the night before; having sobered up considerably over the space of the past several minutes, he barely staggered this time. The two girls waited in a hushed silence for several minutes, barely moving. Finally, Sadine stirred first, shuffling out from their makeshift cubby hole under the bed and walking barefoot over the scarred hardwood floor and up the stairwell to the ground floor and through the kitchen. Rebecca was still frozen in place, and could merely wait for her to come back. Finding the front door hanging open in a last act of ignorant carelessless on the man’s part, Sadine gave a great sigh, one that seemed far too large for her eight-year-old frame, and stuck her head outside to look up the street, then retracted it when she saw no sign of him. She pushed the door closed with a tiny hand that seemed almost to her as if it were someone else’s, then she went wearily back downstairs to the basement, having gotten little sleep the night before.


“She’s … gone.”

“What do you mean? She’s right here.”

Becky popped up, over the side of the bed. Her hair was mussed from brushing the underside of what they passed for a box spring and she blew it away from her face, only to be confronted with the glassy eyes of the corpse of Sadine’s mother.

“Oh gods … what happened to her?”

“That brute happened. That’s what happened. That pig killed her. “

Sadine put both hands to her forehead, as if squeezing it, then let out a small shriek, startling her friend; then she shot to her feet and stormed up the stairs and across the kitchen before throwing open the front door and heading down the street, beginning to sob. Rebecca followed her out; the morning was relatively peaceful in the pre-dawn of five first clock, all gray and misty. The sun hadn’t yet surmounted the horizon fully. After several minutes of inactivity, Rebecca faced Sadine and laid both hands upon her shoulders, trying futilely to make eye contact at first. But Sadine slowly began to calm down, and as she brushed her long brown hair out of her face, she found the other girl’s eyes, which were filled with a profound amount of sympathy. Rebecca slowly began to speak, asking the most obvious question that sprang to mind.

“What should we do now?”

Sadine cast her gaze downward again. “What can we do. We start begging. Or worse, be like her.”

Rebecca laid one small hand on her friend’s right shoulder. “She did love you, Sadie. I know she wasn’t perfect, but … she did. In her weird little way, of course.”

“Yeah … in her little way indeed.” Sadine shrugged her off and began walking barefoot down the pebbled walk that passed for the road that ran past her home. Rebecca darted back into the house, went down the stairs as quickly as she dared, then went for their shoes, nervously glancing at Candace’s body as she did so. With a pair in each hand, she retraced her steps in the earth and avoided the clumps of gravel so as not to cut her feet; Rebecca was about fifty feet further along the road than she had been, head hung and eyes staring, unseeing, at the roadway. Rebecca patted her left shoulder, stopping her and pointed with the only free finger of her own left hand at the pair of tiny shoes in her right hand, raising her eyebrows in silent entreat.

If it hadn’t been for Rebecca, her best friend through thick and thin, maybe Sadine would have fallen to the wayside of society much sooner and thus perished; but as it happened, they at least had each other to lean on in those first few, strange years of co-mingled youth and terror. The next several weeks passed by in a fugue of hunger and uncertainty. The two girls went from place to place, eventually sneaking out of one of the city’s gates and trying to make a hardscrabble living out in the countryside, among the farms and villages. They wound up, more often than not, hiding in empty stable stalls and under bridges that were large enough; thankfully spring was still upon the lands of the nation of Galgran and they at least were not accosted by the cold … which was more than could be said of the roving predators that they encountered on an infrequent basis. They always employed a buddy system, however; never splitting up, they became even more inseparable than before and afforded not a speck of trust to outsiders and strangers.

A woman approached her about thirty-five minutes later while she and Sadine were casing the village, walking parallel paths down two thoroughfares and checking in at every other alleyway. You want some food, no? Well … if you’ll take work, I have some chores that need minding.” Rebecca gave her an odd look, as the woman looked like the human equivalent of a stray cat. She was willowy as a reed, with hair that was a shade between tawny and light orange, long waved and unkempt; she wore a dress that was a dark forest green and black-beaded bracelets with matching, woven necklaces that had a strange symbol as their centerpiece. If she has food, she certainly has no need for it, thought Rebecca suspiciously. But that was not her response; “Chores?” said she, favoring the thin woman with one of her best, patented little smiles, designed to charm just about anyone that she happened to come across. “Sure, I guess we could help you, derr ...”

“Derr?” The woman returned her mock cheerfulness back at her sevenfold with a hearty grin. “How refreshingly … old fashioned. You can just call me Miss, like the other ladies in town. Miss Agneta Khaine. Have you been here long?”

“No … miss. Me and Becky have just been going around the outer villages … mostly looking for food, or maybe some small coin ...” The woman’s long face straightened out into a strange blankness of expression. “Yes … of course. Food. Well, the first step is to find your friend.”
Rebecca’s eyes narrowed, and she looked at the ground for a moment before meeting the woman’s gaze again. “Oh, she’s never far, miss. We keep close to each other ...”

The woman led them to the outskirts of the village. There, built into the side of a hill and partly underground, was a small hovel with two front windows and a wooden door.

“I learned most of what I know from my great-grandmother. I was even younger than you two are now, when she taught me.”

Rebecca looked at Agneta suspiciously. “That young?”

“Sure. I couldn’t control it very well, of course. That stuff comes with age. But I could perform the odd parlor trick, even then.”

“Huh.” Rebecca looked over at Sadine, who seemed to shrug imperceptibly. Like what, what can you do now?”

“You think that I have to show off for the likes of you? Two runaways?”

Sadine seemed irked by the woman’s dismissal. “That’s not what we are, miss. It didn’t quite happen that way … I mean, voluntary and all that.”

“Indeed not, indeed … Well, I can do stuff like this. And with that, the woman raised her right hand up to her own eye level and she murmured a word to it, which sounded like “coursu.” It instantaneously burst into flames, and she gazed at it, a mad gleam came into her eyes. The two girls were aghast; they had never seen anything like it. “Well, I can do stuff like … this.” And with that sentence and a corresponding grin, she began to whip the thin limb about. The two girls almost danced backwards, trying to avoid it at all costs, and she gave chase, thrusting it at each of them in turn, causing them to whip open the still-unlocked front door and run shrieking out into the night and seek refuge in the woods that surrounded the domecile. The weird woman stopped at the woods’ edge and the arm’s flame guttered out with another word uttered from her full lips. She began to call out to them, a small smirk playing upon the lower half of her face, but her well-lashed eyes remained dark and cold.


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Well, there you go. I hope you enjoyed what you read.

If you are interested, here are some links providing background info on, and interviews with, Richard Writhen.







The Hiss Of The Blade

The Hiss of the Blade (Celestial Ways Saga: Book 1) by Richard Writhen. An independently published novella, originally released January, 2017. Approx. 185 pages.

The Hiss of the Blade is the opening novella in a projected trilogy by self-published author and personal friend Richard Writhen. The interesting thing is; it is not only part of its own trilogy, but it was released as part of a "trilogy" of novellas which take place on the fictional planet of Cedron (his other two novellas, A Host of Ills and A Kicked Cur, transpire over different time periods). Further, Writhen is carving out a name for himself by writing in a genre which he terms "gothdark"- the simple take being grimdark with gothic tones. The end result is very satisfying; giving us a dark, moody tale which posits high stakes for all those involved.

Before getting into the review proper; here's a look at the current blurb (note: I had gotten the original paperback, and the blurb on that one was a bit more vague):

"Two petty mercenaries are falsely accused of switching sides in a feud between two rich and powerful magnates; an ex-miner on the run from a murder charge becomes a reaver and embroiled in a romance; an industrial lieutenant is recruited to help capture a serial killer and an entire city is in danger of being ensorcelled by an ancient monk."

That is a fairly accurate synopsis for what transpires in THotB. Part of the allure of the rich tale is that Writhen weaves seemingly unrelated threads and story lines into a central convergence point. The aforementioned mercenaries, for example, are tasked with hunting the rogue ex-miner. The story of the serial killer; which bookends the novella, and provides some of the best (and most grotesque) content, holds portents for future installments. And, everything that transpires leads back to the two magnates: a pair of union heavies (one controlling the mining industry, and the other the dairy/agriculture channels) whose game of perennial one upmanship generates waves which flood over the entire region.

Since this is a novella, too much detail leads to issues with spoilers. It's better to focus on the elements involved, especially since Writhen has a very unique authorial style.

Writhen writes in a style which he has termed as "gothdark"; which is to say that it contains elements of gothic and grimdark. The result of this genre copulation is prose which is dark, rich, and evocative. Even when the action is at its most brutal, or the most base slang words are being slung, there is something inherently poetic about the delivery; as if the entirety of the narrative is one of the baroque paintings used for the cover come to life.

Seeing as though he packed a ton of characters, as well as a multitude of story lines, into a compact page count, I also need to laud Writhen on being able to wrangle the maximum amount of detail out of the least amount of words. Honestly; there is no lack of vivid imagery throughout THotB.

The action throughout is top-notch as well. The opening scene; focusing on the serial killer at work, is orchestrated in a manner both disturbing and brutal. There are duels and fisticuffs throughout the story as well; and in each instance the events are composed in a manner both bone-crushing and balletic.

And, finally, there is the lore. One would be hard-pressed to generate a successful fantasy series without the underpinning of an intriguing backdrop. The reader gets dropped straight into THotB without preamble or fancy maps; and from there they are immediately swept up in the action. As the story progresses, however, details are revealed. We learn the basic geography, then the history, religions, etc. The best part is that it is all well-thought out, detailed, and believable.

It's laudable that Writhen is able to pack so much mythology, so many events, and so many distinct characters into a tome that is under 200 pages. In fact; if there is anything that works against the book; it's that there isn't enough room for each character to shine. Meaning; each character could carry the novella as a sole protagonist, but in the situation here they work as a fine ensemble.

So, we can look forward to the further development of these characters in Book 2.. Well, for those of the characters that made it through this installment, at least.

With a classically beautiful cover, and a name derived from the poem "The Sewing Bird" by Fitz-James O'Brien, The Hiss of the Blade delivers a deep and unique experience. Looking forward to continuing this series.