“Do you know how they did it? How The Masters won? No? I’ll tell you. “They cheated. “They couldn’t beat the dark, or at least that was the lesson they took from history. So they locked up all the magic. All of it. All sides. Light, dark, gray, didn’t matter. For six hundred years, from the fall of the Templars, whence they received the Great … Continue reading Do you know how they did it?
I don’t know that I believed in magic. But I believed there were people who did, enough to kill for it. I didn’t know what was happening then. In fact, my working theory turned out to be not even close. But a few things seemed obvious enough, like why my best friend was having an affair with my boss. The details always get messy, but … Continue reading It seemed a shame to break the spell
Here is the first bite of an opening scene, which follows directly after the events of the last two. The only real spoiler is that the narrators from the first four courses of the book return in the last, which is narrated by the beautiful Milan, the chef’s enigmatic familiar. Cover image by Esao Andrews “Could he really smell emotions?” Doctor Everett had walked up next … Continue reading First taste of Bright Black
I did not create Etude Etranger, the shaman-chef of my occult mystery THE HERETIC ARCANUM. I summoned him. All of my other characters were deliberate inventions, and they were iterative, the result of quiet, intentional reflection requiring several revisions to make right. Xana, for example, my eight-foot-tall strong woman from THE MINUS FACTION, started life as a 110-lb. teenager. Etude alone appeared fully formed through … Continue reading The Archaeology of Five: Origin of The Heretic Arcanum