Child of an Ancient City by Tad Williams
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is a remarkably good little book. It tells the tale of an ill-fated caravan journey between Baghdad and Armenia, and how the book’s protagonist and narrator, Masrur al-Adan, manages to survive bandit raids and the attentions of the vampyr stalking them.
So here it is. 2019. The first day of a new year. The time when traditionally we’re supposed to make a list of all the things we’re going to do over the next twelve months to better ourselves in some way. Well, who am I to fly in the face of tradition?
Continue reading In The BeginningA couple of weeks ago I was happily reporting that my mojo had returned and I was once again writing with verve and passion. And then early last week my brain assassin came back from whatever holiday she’d been on and the mojo went and hid in a corner. This of course gave the brain assassin more ammunition, which made the mojo cower away even more, and thus a vicious circle was born.
I’ll be honest with you, I’m not doing all that well with life right now. Just over three weeks ago I lost my primary source of income, and literally on the same day suffered a fractured elbow. I’m still in the limbo of waiting to find out if I’m eligible for benefits while I try to find another job, and it’s only thanks to the kindness of close friends that I’m able to keep the lights on, metaphorically speaking.
Oh look, it’s the last day of the year, and time for a round-up of what’s been happening in the world of me in 2017.
This weekend I’ve been in Bristol, enjoying the hospitality and all round fun of the one day convention they call BristolCon. It was my first experience of this particular convention, and I have to admit it was a really good weekend.
