After a rather hectic year'sworth of deadlines, Welcome Home: A half-childe losted was is a published work at last! Preview and info on purchase are available over at my site sago-altar.com/welcome-home, and email me @ email@example.com if (and WHEN) you'd like a copy!
Okay, how'd I do? Sorry, I'm crap at marketing... I've never had to do it before, and this is about the best I can do for shpeal. You get the idea, I guess?
What is this so-called novel about exactly, D?
Put simply, it's a "point A to point B" kind of plot; a 90,000-word grimdark fantasy with an apocalyptic setting, hence the subtitle "An Apocalyptican Fairytale". It's illustrated with about 30-odd colour images and I've forgotten how many monochrome ones, all done by yours truly.
It is so far into the future that time has almost worn itself out and has begun to fluctuate. Seasons have merged, stars wander, quite often the Sun forgets to get up in the morning-- and despite all this, the mutated remains of humanity still try to keep living, knowing they should not be alive.
You'll find a plot summary over at Sago Altar.com, but I'll copy it here for ease of access.
Aelfric, an ageing lumberjack trained in the illegal art of charcoal-burning, stumbles on a fight between several fenrians, sorcerous wolf-like anthropoids. The object of their fighting, a baby's basket, falls into the charcoal-burner's hands and he takes the child within to raise as his own. Rygnir, as he names the child, is exposed to the horrors of a dying world despite his "grandfather's" reclusive lifestyle, and after witnessing the death of one he realized to be more important to the world at large than he once knew, decides to set out and find the one "Wingdale" of which Aelfric spoke.
Welcome Home follows Rygnir as he leaves the claustrophobic confines of Boar's Wood and travels east with a series of (hopefully!) interesting characters; it introduces us to the world he lives in and the friends he makes along the way, and follows him down through the Witches' Thoroughfare deep below the Fimbulforn, to where his resolve and faith will be strained to the uttermost end.
Where and how is it up for buying?
So far, it's really only via email/Facebook messenger, and paypal. I've spammed the hell out of both those forms of contact, so they shouldn't be too hard to find lol. Never mind, email's the usual:
And I'm Dee Power on Facebook.
Oh yeah, and If I REALLY SHOULD get a twitter account, I need to be told.
Well, that's that I suppose. I don't think I can sell you any more on the book than that. If you liked classical Warhammer Fantasy before GW AoS-isized it, who knows-- maybe you'll like this story too!
Bye bye for now.