Some of you may not know this, but March 21st 2017 is a very important date.
I’m going to sound like an egomaniac by explaining another bout of absence, not just here but in other places on the web. I always think it sounds a bit weird when an unknown blogger apologises for not blogging, as if the internet has been holding its breath, but I can see where these people are coming from.
What’s in a name? Where do characters come from? Sometimes, the questions authors are asked are difficult to answer: ‘where did you get the idea from?’ is the perennial lump hammer of a question; virtually unanswerable.
But occasionally a question can be answered, and today I’ll tell you how I created Belarussian rock band There Will Be Blood.
I promised to give y’all a sneak Halloween preview and I think this little episode sums up the dark and light and frivolity of The One Rule of Magic. The novel is out now, a Halloween release, and expect to see a couple of reviews in the future from a couple of stout yeomen who agreed to put aside some time for it. (If you want to review it after reading this, let me know; there’s a free voucher code for Smashwords to the swift footed amongst you.)
In this section, Frieda Schoenhofer, believed by her parents to be dead, is in Prague where she has met Tomas Druba, a ventriloquist who adds the voices to puppets created by his wife Natasha. With time to kill, Frieda finds herself in the puppet theatre and decides to use her magic for a bit of nocturnal entertainment…
I’ve done this twice before and on both occasions been overwhelmed by the lack of response. All authors need help, a word in the internet’s ear and I don’t like taking without giving. In the past I have laid down a few rules, the intention being to give authors who write ‘outside the box’ a chance to get their work noticed. There obviously aren’t many authors writing outside the box, and I’m still not prepared to allow romances on a blog predominantly themed towards heavy rock, vampirism, black magic and weirdness!
But in spite of previous attempts I’m going to have another go…
Authors, would you like to have a feature here at The Opening Sentence?
The keen eyed among you may have noticed a certain erratic quality to this blog. It ebbs and flows like a confused tide, sometimes engulfing the land with a quick succession of articles; sometimes it goes all Southport and retreats to the sea, leaving people wondering if they’ll ever see anything again.
I’m writing this in the Calf’s Head, a pub in the Lancashire village of Worston. I’m waiting for a cappucino to cool down and I’m absolutely filthy. I’ve been jetwashing the flagstones of a stately home all day and there’s a lot of damp blowback from a diesel powered jetwash.
You wait ages for a grown-up novel about black magic and two appear at once. Because of logistical issues too complicated to discuss here both Who Among Us… and The One Rule of Magic have been published simultaneously.
Who Among Us… is available now, The One Rule of Magic available for pre-order up to it’s release on Halloween.
In a few weeks time I’ll be self-publishing another entry in the TotenUniverse. The One Rule of Magic is the first book in what I call the Reflections strand of novels following the new life of Bamberg witch Frieda Schoenhofer.
Frieda was first encountered in Who Among Us… (still doing the rounds with literary agents) and I thought she deserved her own series. And thanks to Au4 in Canada for the inspiration to get started on this novel.
No one knows the true barycentre of the TotenUniverse. The band are only part of a wider growing European conspiracy. You can now explore further details of this conspiracy and Alien Noise Corporation’s future plans and releases.
Click the image to see the TotenUniverse in detail. As universes go the image is quite large, and best viewed in landscape mode…
And you can learn more about the future plans for Alien Noise and the different story lines and strands here:
In the third Toten Herzen story Raven has lost her mate, Rob Wallet, and suffered a second setback when Susan Bekker does the dirty on her promise to turn Raven into a vampire. After a brief meeting with an Interpol investigator Raven lets off steam in a phone call to a friend back in Britain.
Raven is questioned by Interpol investigator Pierre Dremba…
“Why are you called Raven if you have blue hair?”
“Because the only bird I know with blue hair or blue feathers is a peacock, and I’d sound a bit stupid calling meself Peacock, wouldn’t I.”
“I suppose so. . . .”
“Rob told me about blue tits, but that’s even worse.”
A 1st draft abridged extract from the third Toten Herzen novel There Will Be Blood v.2 (The novel will be published at the end of Toten Herzen’s Malandanti world tour, some time in 2016.)
Every time the main lights strafed the crowd Dee found a single member of the audience to focus on. In the sea of heads, the infinite pixellation of Rock in Rio, be it a man held aloft or a woman perched on a pair of shoulders, one individual received Dee’s exclusive attention.
I feel terrible. I feel as if I have instigated a great wrong. When I wrote Toten Herzen Malandanti and Who Among Us… I portrayed witches and Satanists as violent criminals, hell bent on selfish pursuits and ‘removing’ anyone who got in their way. But the thing is, they’re not really like that.
My excuse is that there are bad apples in every religious barrel, and there’s no reason why witches and Satanists are any different and can’t be portrayed in literature as criminals and wrongdoers.
It’s summer, the female solo artists are coming into bud and causing the usual huffing and puffing as they struggle to maintain their relevence. I thought it an appropriate time to unleash an extract from Toten Herzen Malandanti featuring their litigious US nemesis Rose Pursey. In Malandanti, Pursey is suing Dee Vancent for libel and in this scene her attorney has some news for her.
Some flowers grow quite happily in any soil, but roses require their roots to be firmly planted in a good deep layer of horseshit. And there was no shortage of rich humus as Clarke Rubenstein tip-toed into the Whitehouse Film Studio where Rose Pursey was filming her latest music video.
Now I’ve got a real treat for you this time. A writer who, if she started name dropping, would put Michael Parkinson to shame. In fact, to put me in the mood I’m gonna type up this interview whilst listening to Children of Bodom’s Hate Crew Deathroll. . . .
Say hello to Hilary Mortz, author of the Rockline novels.
Q: You’ve written two novels and you’re working on a third; what started you off on this writing/publishing road?
A: We got lost in the Derbyshire countryside on the way from a rock festival – a bit like Sid and Mel from Appetite For Corruption. We saw a small manor house in the middle of nowhere, it gave me the willies and started me thinking what if rock fans were lured away by other worldly parasites and their positive energy was stolen? What if all the rock disasters in the past hadn’t just randomly happened and were being orchestrated for someone else’s benefit? After that the floodgates opened and the world was my lobster.
Three images produced to illustrate the three principle players in the novel Who Among Us. . . Software is Photoshop and if there was time I’d post a tutorial, but I haven’t got time so unfortunately I won’t!
“. . . . I didn’t do this.”
“Well who did?”
“Someone above the law.”
Frieda’s confrontation with Kriminalkommissar Tollmann happens outside Bamberg Cathedral with the body of Theo Wenders still nailed to the north door. The conversation and Frieda’s deflective answers illustrate her natural indifference, her untouchability.
Allegedly based on real events, Who Among Us. . . is the first part of the story behind the collapse and aftermath of a 400 year old network of covens operating in Europe since their origins in Wurzburg and Bamberg in the 1600s –
Disowned by her family and deranged by anger, Jennifer Enzo views the world as a demonic garden, a film script and a list of names to be assassinated. But when she finds her own name on the list she is forced out of her insular world to counter a sinister threat to her life.
Canadian author, blogger and champion of zombie extermination initiatives Jack Flacco is about to release his second novel in the Ranger Martin series. I held my breath and plunged into the infested world of death, mayhem and 101 ways to avoid having your brain eaten.
The zombies are back. Still groaning for human flesh, still moaning about a lack of respect. Goo-dribbling and brain-splattered, there haven’t been this many decaying automatons menacing society since the Conservative party conference wound up at Birmingham just over a week ago.
Seven short stories all with one thing in common: intrigue. As the title of this collection suggests Nicola McDonagh’s seven tales shift in the light, never quite settling in tangible form. From the opening story, the eponymous Glimmer, to the final tale Rousseau Suburban Jungle you won’t quite know where you’re being taken by the narrative.
But don’t take that as a criticism. McDonagh has absolute control over the writing and carefully leads the reader towards the final reveal. What you won’t find at the end of these stories are final sentence ‘gotchas’ a la HP Lovecraft, but evocative conclusions that continue to drift after the page is turned.
I can’t remember when I first came across the eery photographs of Sir Simon Marsden. Black and white, whispy images, light as a feather in appearance, dark and sinister in effect, Marsden used infra red film to capture a world that somehow seemed to exist between this one and the next. His website, the Simon Marsden Archive, is full of otherworldly landscapes, brooding buildings, spectral figures and inviting staircases. It was inevitable then that a man with a love of capturing the uncanny should eventually turn his attention to the ultimate supernatural myth: the vampire.