Today I’ve got the honour of handing my blog over to Erik, author of The Equinox Convergence and the Lambda Award winning Normal Miguel. I was fortunate enough to read Normal Miguel when I did cover art for it – a gorgeous book, full of life and detail, and with a scene in it that…
In which it turns out that Freyja added a few bonus warning dreams of her own to the package. Not that it helped. For earlier parts check the Loki or Wildfire tags. Chapter Four. Priests and Peaceweavers. Raegn cursed. Aethelbald’s sword had nicked her arm and the slow blood trickled down to her fingertips. She…
(Previous parts available under the ‘Wildfire’ tag.) I thought I’d wait until LJ was back before carrying on posting this, but – fingers crossed – it seems to be OK this morning. Moral of the story so far – when a suspicious stranger comes to the door immediately after your aged grandad tells you a…
I had a great time at the UK Meet this year, though the intense (and wonderful) experience of being in a room with 40 odd other people who are all buzzed and happy and excited at being with kindred spirits did lead to me being utterly exhausted the next day. There have been several write-ups…
In which Freyja is as good as her word. Chapter Three. Dreams out of Season . Alfred looked up, staring out into the darkening air with a vacant stare. Sceldwulf was in his thoughts. The old man had told him once, when he was a small boy and sat rocking in his father’s shield, fancying…
I hope not all authors are like this, but I have the sneaking suspicion that it’s a tendency at least I share: On Saturday it was the Cambridge day of dance. The Riot had been invited but we couldn’t field enough members to make a side, so I went in support of my husband’s side,…
By gentle persuasion, a bit of misdirection (and quite a lot of blackmail) Loki has persuaded Freyja to dismiss her loyal elvish maidservant, and agree to do a spot of matchmaking on Midgard: ~
Chapter Two. The sun came up on Sessrumnir, and when the servants had thrown open the glistening doors it glanced through all the rooms and glittered in Freyja’s mirror. She sat before her glass admiring her beautiful face, rouging her lips with a paste of blood and honey. The yellow light shocked glints of red…
Comprising the rest of Chapter One Previously – Sceldwulf, having lived his three score years and ten, decided to stir up trouble with a story of the old gods, and then commit suicide. Now that everyone is feeling properly on edge, there comes a knocking at the door…
1st part available here: http://alexbeecroft.com/2011/05/since-there-is-no-lokaday/ in which the elderly Sceldwulf is telling his disapproving kinsfolk about how he once met two gods, when they were being hunted out of England by the new faith. Chapter 1, Part Two – in which Sceldwulf fulfils an old oath.