MD Lachlan on the particular perils of historical fantasy

MD Lachlan is an unlikely Viking, an unlikely 15th century Princess, a possibly even more unlikely werewolf. He’s a loquacious, good humoured journalist and stand-up comedian. Actually, come to think about it the last two require research. Perhaps that’s why he’s the perfect man to write historical fantasy. Here he writes about the delights and dilemmas of researching your novel. You might want to read Wolfsangel by MD Lachlan. Or you could wait for the mystery new project. Or you could follow him on twitter at @mdlachlan. That’s where the stand-up loquaciousness comes in. Most of his tweets are certainly…

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Trinity Rising – Chapter Five

Chapter Five: ESCAPE Drwyn had given Teia a new horse for the ride to the Gathering. Finn, her old dun gelding, was consigned to the pack-train after aiming a kick at him, and had been replaced with a sweet-faced grey mare. By the fifth day of the journey Teia hated her. She was entirely too biddable. Not much chance of you aiming a kick at the chief’s backside, eh? Feeling guilty, she patted her mount’s neck. It wasn’t the grey’s fault she wasn’t Finn. She darted a sidelong glance at Drwyn. As a mark of her favoured status, she rode…

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Friday Reads: A FIELD GUIDE TO GETTING LOST

I first came across Rebecca Solnit when I read Wanderlust, her rambling, round-about social, political, cultural and personal history of walking. It was a book that took in everything from Wordsworth, to mass trespass, to flaneurs and prostitutes. You never quite get the book you think you’re going to get with Solnit. Her mind is so restless, so wide-ranging, that anything she writes quickly crosses predictable boundaries. This could be terribly undisciplined and distracting but her passions are so heartfelt, her ideas so bewitching and her prose so lovely that you tend to forgive her the diversions and set off…

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Trinity Rising – Chapter Four

Chapter Four:  SAVIN The house near the tailors’ guildhall in Mesarild to which Savin had tracked Alderan’s colours truly was unremarkable: a four¬square, sturdy thing of dressed Elethrainian granite, stolid and rosy as a country squire, surrounded by a low wall built more to define the small square of neatly scythed lawn behind which the house sat than for any pretensions to security. To all appearances it was a merchant’s residence; someone well-to-do enough to afford a modest garden in the imperial capital, where all the streets sloped steeply away from the Citadel and level ground was at a premium.…

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The Masque of the Red Death – Chapter One

For followers of our Gollancz Dark Fantasy page on Facebook, you’ll know that every Thursday we introduce you to a new series or book that we think you’ll be Thirsty for. This week’s Thirsty for Thursday title is THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH by Bethany Griffin which is published next week by our sister imprint Indigo. Based on Edgar Allan Poe’s story of the same name, The Masque of the Red Death is a deeply atmospheric retelling of the spine tingling gothic tale. Transport yourself to post-apocalyptic 19th Century, where the world is in ruins after a devastating plague…

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