On Twitter, @TaxFraud0 asks:
Have you ever considered writing about the people/culture of a city from the fractured States of the mortal realms (before they were wiped out in the Age of Chaos of course). I presume they’re quite different from Sigmars cities.
I have, actually, in Nagash: The Undying King.
That said, I’d love to write another book (or even a series!) set full on in the Age of Myth, before everything went to hell in a hand-basket. Unfortunately, there’s not much interest in it at the moment – at least from me.
I know Gav Thorpe’s newest novel, The Red Feast, is set in the time before the Age of Chaos. And David Annandale’s Neferata: Mortarch of Blood is set partially in the Age of Myth. So if you’re looking for that sort of thing, why not check those out?
Today sees two new efforts from Black Library up for preorder. Maledictions is an anthology of horror stories by a host of authors, including Cassandra Khaw, Peter McLean and myself. And The Wicked and the Damned is a portmanteau novel, made up of a trio of interconnected novellas written by David Annandale, Phil Kelly and myself. Continue reading “Wicked Maledictions”
AOS Question: Among the GodBeasts, there are a number of who are the progenitors of some of the realms species. Is there a GodBeast progenitor for Horses? Or would there be one GodBeast for Horses, Pegasuses, Unicorns and other equine species?
Interesting question. There very well could be.
I can imagine a monstrous figure – a Sleipnir or Uchchaihshravas – sprung from the ocean of stars to gallop endlessly across the realms. A being that moves so swiftly, those who observe it see only a flickering shape, resembling the Uffington White Horse.
Where its hooves touch the ground, mountains are thrown up and valleys dug. It is not always so large, swelling or shrinking according to the path it travels. Maybe it changes shape, depending on the realm. In Shyish, it is a ghostly titan, heralded by thunderous hoof-beats; in Azyr, it is accompanied by hurricane winds and booming thunder; in Aqshy, it draws a hot wind in its wake, setting fire to the dry grasslands.
Regarding its status as progenitor, perhaps the first horses sprang from its blood and sweat, shed in some ancient battle or trial. Maybe the gods tried to tame it, and in doing so wounded it, causing the great beast to shed its blood as it raced across existence, and thus spread the various species of horse to every corner of the Mortal Realms.
I think that’d be pretty cool, myself.
Cubicle 7 revealed a look at the new Age of Sigmar RPG yesterday, including Johan Grenier’s fantastic cover art, as well as the names of a few outside consultants – myself among them. Continue reading “Cat, Bag, Out”