It doesn’t look like I’ve been doing much, but I’ve actually spent most of the last month in a fluster between trying to get two books formatted and posted, redesigning my blogs, redesigning covers and dealing with my ongoing shoulder, wrist and thumb pain.
So, in order of most to least important:
A prequel to [The Unnatural Philosophy of Kit March] and sequel to [Old Fashioned]. Conception takes place thirty-nine years before Tes arrives at the College, a year after Kit and Amelia’s “demiromantic” conversation and twenty-five years before Darius finds the belt in [Certain Eldritch Artefacts].
With Kit gone to the Greensward, Amelia March is content with her faked witchery, the ailments of her villagers and romance confined to a novel. She isn’t pleased, therefore, to find her cousin darkening her doorway—her cousin with two feet, a belly, a sword of some distinction, a story, a young girl named Osprey, a beaming smile and an undying hatred for the elves. Still, Amelia thinks she can survive the chaos, at least until Kit announces a grand plan to start a school for divergent magicians…
Conception builds more on the revelations of [Interlude – Resonance] and lets us see Osprey for the first time. It also shows us that Osprey knows more than Darius about what’s going on, which, if you’re not already suspicious about her absence, should provoke it.
(Yes, it is becoming obvious that many of the things Iris and Darius have said about Kit are not true. Kit himself even lampshades this in a future conversation with Darius. If you think you know something about Kit, there’s a reasonable chance it’s a lie, and there’s several important facts I’ve mentioned in Kit March that are also of exceedingly questionable veracity.)
This is dedicated to @transcoranic who has been an absolutely amazing trans-and-autistic reader in understanding what I’m doing and why. I am still not over (and will never be over) the fact that he reads my stuff.
A Prince of the Dead
The second tale of the Eagle Court. A Prince of the Dead takes place two months after Paide’s surrender to Zaishne ai Iteme in [Their Courts of Crows].
Bones interred under the palace, gold given to field-ravaged farmers and Parliament dallying over amendments: war is ended for Prince-Regent Paide ein Iteme. Or so it should be, but returning home to Ihrne in a broken body ensorcelled by a necromancer leaves Paide struggling with politicians who ignore him and servants who condescend to him. What good is a title and purpose when his words and desires have become meaningless to those around him?
Surviving the dismissal of the Eagle Court is harder than facing an army of shambling corpses. How does a dead soldier fight it when he no longer wishes to live?
I didn’t intend to write this story about the frustrations of having well-meaning people regard my reaction to their ableism as a symptom of my mental illness, but it happened. A Prince of the Dead is nearly a Mental Illness story in a fantasy wrapper while setting up a few different stories to follow, so please don’t expect an adventure-type fantasy story here.
(Please note that this story depicts the experience of suicidal ideation and ableism, as opposed to just referencing it. This physically disabled, suicidal, undead protagonist does not die again, and the point of the story is a quiet fuck you to the ableist expectation that he should while not discarding the complications of this. I’m aware, though, that this still may be triggering or distressing; it wasn’t the easiest thing to write.)
This is dedicated to @galileoace in recognition of the fact that we don’t have the same experiences, but friendship can nonetheless be the thing that keeps us alive. I am so grateful for hers.
Certain Eldritch Artefacts, Old Fashioned and The Unnatural Philosophy of Kit March got a slight redesign. Their Courts of Crows got a complete overhaul, as I’ve ended up with ideas and drafts for at least three more short stories, so I should admit that it’s a series now and save myself some work later.
All the files have been updated with the new covers, so if you want prettier versions, go download. Yes, I do seem to have a new-found aversion to capital letters…
Website and Publishing
I’ve decided to stop offering MOBI versions of my own files. It’s just causing too much work to have to save to EPUB and then convert in another program every time I make a tiny update and correction, and while it doesn’t seem a lot, it adds up to a lot of extra mouse clicks every time I have to update the files (especially now I’m doing it for more than one or two books). Given my severe thumb, wrist and shoulder pain, I have to find ways to minimise my work. If you don’t wish to download the Smashwords version, I recommend converting my EPUBs in [Calibre], which I use on my Windows PC for all my digital book management and file conversion. Most devices will read both PDF and EPUB files via various apps, and my old Kindle reads PDFs. I will look again at putting my newer works up on Amazon at some point (although I wasn’t impressed with having to put a list price on books I could publish elsewhere for free). I know there’s a few services now that distribute to all the main retailers, with a focus on allowing them to format your book for you, but I prefer to format my own files (the controlling person I am) the way I do with Smashwords. I’ll be doing some thinking if I end up doing this writing and publishing thing properly. Since I’m head deep into another draft of The King of Gears and Bone, who knows?
As shown in the sidebar and header, I’ve been working on making the design of this website match what I’m mostly doing here these days – my books and writing. It’s not completely finished yet, but close enough.
Thanks for your patience between drinks, and I hope there’s something here you’ll enjoy reading.