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Endgame

And so it came to pass: 103,142 words later I reach the final chapter, but is there still another death.    

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A death is near

Slowly Erik draws his weapon and passes it across to Helen. She takes it, and pulls the blade back across her palm, slicing her skin, and watches as blood ebbs out. “Helen no!” Ben leaps forward and pulls the dagger…

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The penultimate chapter

“And it’s down to me,” Helen looks up, her eyes bright and blue. She is firm and decided, “I have to finish what I started.” 100,146 / 100,000(100.1%) Okay, well I did always say that the hundred thousand thing was…

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The Blood of Solveig

“I know that you say you are Gunnlaugr,” answers Hanna, equally determined, “And I know that Gunnlaugr is simply a corruption of Gangleri. Gangleri the walk-weary?” Gunnlaugr laughs off Hanna’s words. He gathers his companions together and takes a step…

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Too close for spitting now

I’ve just killed an innocent bus load of people in that were in the path of the jökulhlaup, and Ódin is crossing the Bifrost. Need I say any more…? 98,130 / 100,000(98.1%)

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Springtime and whisky

Today was one of those early Spring days that warms your heart and feeds your soul. From glorious sunrise, to winding back the sunroof for the first time this year on the way home from work. Something is working, and…

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And so I come to the final sixth

At 15:29 on Saturday 1 April 2006, I finished chapter five (or part five, if I subsequently do decide to sub-divide the titled parts with numbered chapters) of Blood & Fire. And so, I stand at a kind of precipice;…

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He wants more

Hannah watches Ben, eyeing him carefully – taking in his every look and trying to remember every beautiful feature about him – as she loosens the straps of her rucksack and unpacks her sleeping bag. He turns to face her…

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Midnight research

Hanna kneels, feet tucked behind her, at the front of the stage, microphone drawn to her face, her voice commanding the sea of people out in the auditorium beyond. Her words are softly sung and alluring with Halldór’s gentle guitar…

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Encouraging

I printed out The Work, as it is, to date yesterday, and it’s now sitting on my desk looking impressively like a novel. Already it is the half a reem of paper that my previous novels have been – and…

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First taste of the elixia…

An empty coffee mug. A can of beer. A notepad of squared paper ciphered over with mathematical formulae. Hannah lies reclined on the sofa, snuggled in Ben’s arms, head on his lap. Ben sits, awake, stroking his fingers through Hannah’s…

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When the dark comes rising…

Standing and watching the TV pictures they see the shaky, hand-held footage of the storm battering Reykjavik. Heather gasps, and raises her hand to her mouth. “My poor children.” She turns to face the window as a fork of lighting…

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Standing on the edge of tomorrow

“We didn’t come on this exact path, but,” answers Helen, “An hour? An hour and a half, tops.” She looks along the line at her brother, and adds, simply, “Why?” Ben points, over at the mountains beyond, “That.” The rest…

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Playful in the night

I have anothe brother and sister in my novel: Finnbjörn and Johanna – of the elvish people, finely dressed, cunning and mischievous. They play in the night, and will be sometimes trustworthy, sometimes not to my protagonists. Johanna will user…

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I foresee a death…

Reading back on my last post, I feel the plot-strings tugging at my mind… elves are mischievous they are very naugthy humans have to take care when they meet elves because they are very clever and as the stories go…

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