Tag Archives: Necromancer and Barbarian

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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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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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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Six Sentence Sunday, 30 December 2012 (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: A Love Story)

Posted on December 30, 2012 by epbeaumont

There was silence from Little Bird, though she still felt his listening presence. There was too much to explain there: how many wars, alone, stood between his time and hers? The Roman legions were as yet the echo-shock of rumor, … Continue reading →

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NaNoFeed: the long look back (five-year retrospective)

Posted on December 3, 2012 by epbeaumont

On one of the National Novel Writing Month boards (can’t find it now) there’s a thread about what you learned from NaNoWriMo this year. I’ve been thinking about that ever since, but more in terms of what I’ve learned each … Continue reading →

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Frantic update: Max and the Ghost, Team Human review, CONvergence roundup

Posted on August 3, 2012 by epbeaumont

I’ve been more than busy, with the horrible feeling of getting nothing done. Max and the Ghost has been in editing mode for almost a month now, and is now scheduled for release in mid-August. I’ll be featuring excerpts this month in … Continue reading →

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Genre Trouble: Loose Baggy Monsters, or the Lasagna Theory

Posted on February 28, 2012 by epbeaumont

The overture: two epigraphs A good play, like a good lasagna, should be overstuffed: It has a pomposity, and an overreach: Its ambitions extend in the direction of not-missing-a-trick, it has a bursting omnipotence up its sleeve, or rather, under … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 19 February 2012 (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: a Love Story)

Posted on February 19, 2012 by epbeaumont

Albert approached Kirsten now, under the watchful eye of Petra.  Yes, she granted, he might have a dance. Kirsten matched him figure for figure.  Somewhere in the middle of the set, another player joined  with drums. The rhythm grew insistent, … Continue reading →

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