A Little on the Fomoire

100_1266The ‘story that never ends’, the one that’s gone from one book to a trilogy, is loosely based on Celtic/Irish mythology.  Since my primary antagonists are the Fomoire (Fomor, Fomorians), I thought I’d toss out a little information on them.

There are at least two versions of the physical appearance of the Fomoire.  In most legends they are said to be monstrous creatures with one leg and one arm.  Some were said to have lips on their stomachs or animal heads.  In other stories, they were said to be beautiful, rivals to the beauty of the Tuatha De Danann.  In fact, one child of the Fomoire and the Tuatha De Danann was Bres, who was, for a short while, king of the Tuatha De Danann.

That the Fomoire were evil is not, however, in dispute.  They were ‘the powers of darkness, winter, evil, and death.’ (Celtic Myth and Legend Charles Squire).  This idea, that the first gods were evil, is found in most mythologies.  We see it in Cronus and the Titans in Greek mythology and in the Jotuns of Norse, just to name a couple.

Each group that came to Ireland ran across the Fomoire:

The first group was the people of Partholon, who arrived on May 1st.  When they first came to Ireland it was a small place, treeless and grassless, but it was watered by lakes and rivers.  The island soon grew, but the Fomoire objected to Partholon’s presence, and Partholon killed Cichol, the leader of the Fomoire.  There were three hundred years of peace, then Partholon’s people were killed by a plague.

The second group to arrive was the race of Nemed.  These, too, died by illness, and those who survived were oppressed by the Fomoire.  Supposedly, the Fomoire built a tower on Tory Island and imposed a tax that consisted of two-thirds of the children born.  The people of Nemed attacked the Fomoire, and one of the kings was killed, but the other revenged the death, and most of the people of Nemed were killed.

It seems that nothing permanently obliterated the Fomoire, and some of the writers, some titles and links below, suggest that these gods were actually early, aboriginal inhabitants.  This is definitely possible, though the Fomoire are also linked to more primal forces of nature, those that mankind’s walls and social structure can’t defeat.  There is an equal body of work that I have read over the years that suggests, not just in Celtic mythology, that these older gods that keep recurring are simply the forces of nature that ancient man feared so much.  Personally, I think it would be nice if someone would invent a time machine so I could just go look.

The above is a very brief look at the Fomoire.  The following links and books offer more information on these early inhabitants of Ireland.

Celtic Myth and Legend,  Charles Squire

Myths and Legends of the Celtic Race, T.W. Rolleston

Gods and Fighting Men, Lady Gregory

Visions and Beliefs in the West of Ireland, Lady Gregory

Fomorians – Wikipedia

Fomoire – Timeless Myths

Frontiers of Anthropology

 

Best wishes!

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Yes, I Know It’s Easter

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My dad has always had an odd sense of humor, and every Easter he would greet us with “Merry Christmas”.  It may not make sense to others, but it’s what I grew up with.  That being the case, I decided that today was a good day to put on my big girl panties, quit making excuses, and get something from the world of Grevared out for someone besides me to read.

Therefore, as soon as the process has completed, a short story entitled “Yuletide Sparkle” will be available for Kindle.  I’ve used Amazon for crochet patterns, so I know they take about twenty-four hours.  “Yuletide Sparkle” will be available in the next day or so for $.99.  It’s a little over 3,000 words and introduces Morgan Harper.  I’m hoping I can get a few more out, as well as some other things, while I’m working on the ‘story that never ends’.

 

“Yuletide Sparkle”  (Amazon Kindle)

“Yuletide Sparkle” – LeanPub (This one gives you the option of getting the book for free, but it’s a PDF)

After years of being alone, Morgan Harper has accepted that her life is just going to be that way. By day, she runs the Broken Icepick Tradepost, while, by night, she hunts creatures that would harm others. Her only companion is a mechanical owl that is occasionally inhabited by the spirit of Abraham.

When Yuletide arrives, Morgan simply carries on about her daily business, but an unexpected visit eases Morgan’s sorrows and opens the door to possibilities she has never imagined.

This is a SHORT STORY.

 

 

Best wishes!

 

A New Place to Play

AllafonWell, the story that was going to be one book turned into two books.  Now that I’ve completed the first round of revisions, I think it needs to be a trilogy.  This is going to mean several more months, at least, of work, but I think I have a pretty good handle on what needs to be done.  I hope.  So…

In the meantime, I have a new place to play with stories that can actually just be one book.

My new playground is the world of Allafon.  It exists in the same, gray void space as Grevared, and there are some similarities in the worlds.  However, Allafon has its own ‘flavor’, and I think it’ll be a fun place to play.  Hopefully, I can keep these stories simpler than the ‘bright idea’ I had with Grevared, and, even if I can’t, I’ll have fun trying.

 

Best wishes!

Maybe I Need to Quit Changing Things

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This could easily be a ‘sunny’ day in Grevared.

I’ve almost completed my  first round revision, but I’ve come up with another issue (who’s surprised?).  While adding and subtracting scenes, it’s dawned on me that this novel could easily be two.  There are obviously two parts to it: the first takes place in the city of Freywater in the Xaggarene Empire, while the second takes place in the city of Pistonicle in Moirena.

 

If I make it into two books, the first would end before the characters leave for Moirena, and the second one would be their journey and resolution of that part of the situation.

Now, I’m the type that likes to read complex stories with intricate plots and myriad characters.  If I’m visiting someone else’s world (like Raymond E. Feist’s Midkemia), I want to know everything about the world.  However, readers in this day and time, so I’ve been told, prefer shorter stories with fewer details, and editors and publishers, from what I’ve heard, prefer the same.

My question is this: should I keep it the way it is and simply complete it, or should I make it the story I think it should be even if no one else ever wants to read it?  Grevared is a complex world with a lot of possibilities, and I want it to live up to its full potential, even in my own head.  On the other hand,  I wouldn’t quit writing if my life depended on it, and I would like to, one day, write full time.  So, do I leave the story as it sits (after editing and revision, of course) and try to submit it, or do I complete the current revisions and make it into two novels?

Decisions, decisions.  Guess it’s good I’m not planning to quit my day job.

Best wishes! (And feel free to comment on your own reading preferences.)

Daytime in the World of Grevared

IMG_20160303_083646The world of Grevared exists outside of the normal realm of time and space.  The universe did, after all, explode and compress, leaving only shattered bits of all that once was.  Because of this, there are only scattered bits of land within a gray null space.

The sun?  One exists somewhere.  It has to, for there is light and darkness.  But the people, and other beings, of Grevared have never seen it.  They’ve never seen stars.  All they know is a never-changing gray that only grows lighter and darker.

Cloudy days, like today, are perfect for working on stories that take place in Grevared.  I was sitting outside just a little bit ago and realized just how perfect it really was.  Imagine, it never gets any brighter than this.  Ever.  This is daytime.  Cloudless, non-raining, day.  For me, it’s awesome.  But how would those who love the sunshine fare?  Could they maintain their sanity?IMG_20160303_083756

That’s one advantage I have to setting the story several thousand years after the explosion of the universe.  No one alive has seen the sun, so they can only dream of what it would look like.  But how would we fare if we were to be suddenly placed in this world?  Could we survive?  Would we be able to supplement our vitamin D enough to exist?  Would we be healthy?  Could we be happy?

I wonder.

 

Best wishes.