Author Archives: epbeaumont

Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 17 March 2013 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

Posted on March 16, 2013 by epbeaumont

The sculptor came and went, taking notes with papyrus and memory as she assumed the ritual postures of the goddess, just as in the temple ritual, though with a few Greco-Roman twists—the knotted drapery for one, which was of a … Continue reading →

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 10 March 2013 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

Posted on March 9, 2013 by epbeaumont

Timaeus would stay behind to supervise the efforts of the experimental ship-design effort.  “Automata, your majesty,” he said, shaking his head. “A child’s toy…” “Can become a weapon. Aren’t the deadliest daggers the ones that look like little bijoux?” He … Continue reading →

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 3 March 2013 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

Posted on March 2, 2013 by epbeaumont

“Your administration was notable for crisis, and cool-headed management of same. Quite a performance for a mere chit of a girl.” “I was apprenticed for the role,” she said without heat. “And I had history as a guide. Let the … Continue reading →

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 24 February 2013 (Necromancer & Barbarian character interview)

Posted on February 24, 2013 by epbeaumont

I dream of the green bog in summer, under the blue sky and the mist that shows in the distance even on a clear day. They’re like the eyes of the earth, reflecting the sky and its drifting clouds. One … Continue reading →

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Genre Trouble: Acute vs Chronic (Notes from the Muse of Research)

Posted on February 18, 2013 by epbeaumont

Recently I was talking with an engineer-in-training about the leap from classroom theory to actual practice. It’s a gulf, and you jump hoping to make it; the blow is softened somewhat (but only somewhat) by moving some of the transition … Continue reading →

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Weekend Writing Warriors, 17 February 2012 (Necromancer & Barbarian character interview)

Posted on February 17, 2013 by epbeaumont

Something I miss: well, I could say that I miss my father, only because his going his disappearance spelled out for me so plainly what sort of world I lived in.  My mother missed him, and I was terrified. I … Continue reading →

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Weekend Writing Warriors, 10 February 2012 (Necromancer & Barbarian character interview)

Posted on February 10, 2013 by epbeaumont

It is right that the gods be worshipped outside of any sort of enclosure. Temples and churches are idolatrous architecture: we are best with the original cathedral of the forest, with its irregular aisles and its roof crowned with the … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 3 February 2013 (Necromancer & Barbarian character interview)

Posted on February 3, 2013 by epbeaumont

Elsa Felix… I turn the name over and over in my name. Elsa the Lucky, if I read that name aright. Well there’s luck and there’s luck. If her blood opens the door to the world as it should be… … Continue reading →

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The real face of evil looks a lot like a garden slug, or why J. R. R. Tolkien kept the Big Bad off stage

Posted on January 28, 2013 by epbeaumont

I’m two-thirds of the way through The Two Towers, where the point-of-view swings back to Tolkien’s unlikely hobbit-hero Frodo and his faithful sidekick Sam, several days into some seriously uninviting territory. There’s a lot of rather foreboding and on occasion actively … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 27 January 2013 (Necromancer and Barbarian character interview)

Posted on January 27, 2013 by epbeaumont

I don’t have those moments when I’m about the work but in odd times between, when something rears up from the depths to remind me of my secret life: a pulse of fear, and then I remind myself that it’s … Continue reading →

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