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July 14, 2012
Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 14: Three Hundred
The forest breathes silence and mist, cloaks itself in stygian robes. Time has all but stopped, exists only in the moments between stillness and movement. Lucian and his men lie in a line, shrouded by dewy undergrowth. Gaze unblinking into the darkness pooled between trees, straining to see, to differentiate. What is shadow and what is Sleathe? Only the dread glare of red eyes can tell it, but Sleathes are not so foolish as to betray their location with a thoughtless glance.
Since Alex sighted...
July 10, 2012
Idea Babies.
You ever feel the pressure to be an ideas factory?
All those authors constantly wagging on about how they’re so brim full of ideas all the time they can barely buy enough notepads to cram them all into. It’s almost sickening, because, really, where the hell are they all coming from, these ideas of theirs? And could some possibly drop in through my brain box at some time? Y’know, just for a second…
Cos truth be told I am not an ideas factory. I gather things slowly, almost monotonously, and they...
July 2, 2012
Clarion Write-a-thon Progress…
I’m a little late posting this. I intended to post once a week but I am notorious for forgetting there are things I meant to do, it’s a case of mild senility associated with memory issues compounded by spawn-based distraction. But enough of that… it’s beside the point. Down to business.
So, how am I doing thus far? Despite my somewhat pathetic whinge at the beginning of the write-a-thon two weeks ago, I’m pleased to say I have smashed my goal of 8k a week by at least 1k+ each time! Yes. I am p...
June 29, 2012
Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 13: The Hunger of the Lost
At first glance it appears to be no more than shadow, until the watcher realises that the sun falls direct onto that corner. Where there is shadow there should be blinding light. What then is that strange conformation of darkness? The watcher leans closer, peers into the bars. A low hiss, as of steam escaping an over-boiling pot, rises from nowhere, from everywhere, seethes through the air as though it has taken life, taken voice–and that voice beguiles, caresses, terrifies.
The watcher begins...
June 27, 2012
Poetic Interlude: Buried in Thunder
I Hear distant whispers
and sighs.
Black lies.
Black skies
of high cloud cradle
ambient thunder.
The distant throb
of electric anger.
The sky is calling,
is falling.
Drifts down past
my wind-numbed ears,
my burning eyes.
These lies
assemble like soldiers,
shoot to kill.
But I am knee deep
in cumuli drift,
and buried in thunder.
© Ren Warom 2012
Filed under: Beauteous & Corrupted Words Tagged: Author, grief, loss, poetry, Ren Warom, Writer
June 18, 2012
Clarion Write-A-Thon and a bit of a moan… OK, a lot of a moan.
In my ‘novels’ section you’ll see I’ve written a book called Coil, which is a bio-punk SF thriller and currently sits in my agent’s (heh, feels SO weird typing that) capable hands accumulating a secondary round of edits. In the mean time, I’ve been attempting to outline the follow up and, frankly, not having much luck. I have a workable, loose idea, a slowly gathering whirlwind of scraps that will, eventually, coalesce into a whole, but they weren’t doing it with me scratching away at a noteb...
June 15, 2012
Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like a River Episode 12: My Fair Lady
Two horses thunder over the lawn, their hoof beats like the deafening approach of an army at speed in the silence of early morning. Alexander closes his eyes, allows the sound to travel into his bones. He travels with it to the plains of Mosq, seeing the billowing dust cloud of a hundred thousand men ploughing the desert toward him, feels the same bright flare of adrenalin, the rush as he raised his sword, roared into the sun, and charged.
He opens his eyes to emerald swathes of close-cropped...
June 12, 2012
Guest Post: Steve McHugh: Author of ‘Crimes Against Magic’
Today I am delighted to welcome onto my blog a brand new and rather marvellous author I met through good old twitter. He recently published his rather gritty urban fantasy ‘Crimes Against Magic’ and, by all accounts (and judging by the reviews), he’s doing rather well. I read the prologueand chapters oneand twoon his blog and I was impressed enough to both pop his book on my amazon wishlist and immediately throw out an invitation to guest on my blog when I saw Steve start his promotional effo...
June 1, 2012
Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 11: The Hand That Feeds
Amidst an entourage of sharp-eyed rooks, Vespesian perches atop the Cathedral, stares out across the stone and steel patchwork of the city. In the thin light of morning Volitares swoop across cloudless heavens like swans, their weighty grace almost incongruous. The distant chug and puff of their engines calls up the dawn as if it were birdsong.
His eyes, keen as a hawk’s, watch the streets below. The few ragged souls abroad have been here as long as he. They emerged, tired eyed and slow of foo...
May 29, 2012
Poetic Interlude: Scio
Scio
“knowing in the fullest sense of the word”
Fractured
Fractals of light
Burst, blossom, carouse
In midnight vision
It’s a dull heart beat
Booms in the distance
Like warfare
On the horizon
Eagle wing feather
Curling on airflow
Flutter, breathe, faint,
In startling clarity
Rise before them
A tower, a mass
A waterfall standing on its feet
Bursting
Droplet of water
Glowing, burning, simmer,
In particles of light
Name the morning
Scatter it beneath you
As petals, a colourful procession
For your feet to tread upon
© Re...
