Monthly Archives: December 2014

2014 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 400 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.


City of the last statue


The dark clouds rolled ever closer and flashes of lightning lit them up from time to time. Suddenly the magician stopped moving and watched as the thunderclouds slowly drifted over the city, then she stretched out her hand and a gust of wind ripped roof tiles from roofs and rain came down in, big, fat drops. She waited for a little while before sending down forked tongues of lightning immediately followed by peals of thunder that made the ground tremble.

Buildings caught fire. People screamed as lightning surged to the ground everywhere, striking several people, killing them.

She clenched her fists and concentrated deeply, then she spread her arms and screamed a word, a lightning bolt as thick as a man surged into the remnants of the church, hitting the statue of the Hooded One in full force. An enormous scream of agony echoed over the plains as the statue spat apart in thousands of burning fragments.

The magician collapsed as she was spent. The commander quickly threw her over her horse and gave the order to ride north, but he was happy. The last big statue in the border region was destroyed.

A dragon gone


When you write a story that stretches out over more than six or seven books it becomes inevitable that, on the  way, you loose some characters you have come to like. This particular dragon was one I liked very much. She has been a steadfast friend and ally from the beginning. It kind of took me by surprise when I noticed that I had written she died.

It made tears burn behind my eyes, I felt sad and kind of lost for a couple of hours, but in a war, as the one I am writing about, not only the bad people and creatures die.

Still, she had a surprise waiting for me at the end and that made me feel better. You may think it strange for me to write about a paper character in this way, but then remember I am living with these characters and have been doing so for the last four years. For me they are not just names on a piece of paper, they have become part of my everyday life.

She died bravely, fighting, as it should, and she will be remembered for a long time to come.


Luca Rossi’s The branches of Time, a review

On the northern cold island of Isk two tribes betray each other. One tribe practically anihilates the other before they leave the island to begin anew on another island to the south, but they leave a magical barrier that the people of Isk cannot cross. Now, two-thousand years later they are ready to strike back.

A most compelling and intriguing story that is hard to put down once you start reading. Well defined characters that you like or hate, erotic and thrilling. A must read for all fantasy lovers.