Necromancers' Pride

A mystical tale of adventure, magic and heroes.

October 31, 2014
by Charles David Carpenter
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

D.W. and I want to wish everyone a safe, happy, fantastic (and a little naughty never hurt anyone) All Hallows Eve!

Take tonight to embody your favorite ranger, warrior, wizard, mystic, rogue or bard and honor the spirits with your merrymaking.

We’ll see you next week!

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What are you going to be for Halloween?

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October 29, 2014
by Charles David Carpenter
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BIG Announcement! You ASKed for it and WE delivered!

Today is the 1 year anniversary of writing this blog! Can you believe it? WOW

And … wait for it … well silly it’s my BIRTHDAY, of course!

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*”Huzzah!” call the merry revelers, shouting with joy.*

Any and all gifts will be gladly accepted.

That having been said, D.W. and I want to take a look back, while also giving you a glimpse into the future.

On October 29th, 2013, the Necromancers’ Pride blog is launched. On January 7th, 2014, we delivered to our readers book 1, Necromancers’ Pride – Quest for Elderstone. On June 11th, 2014, we released book 2, Necromancers’ Pride – Tides of War. Now, we are proud to announce that on Tuesday November 25,  2014, we will publish book 3, Necromancers’ Pride – Storms of Shadows! Three books in one year. WOW, we have been busy!

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And that BIG, SURPRISE ANNOUNCEMENT:  Because you asked, we will be opening up an ONLINE MERCHANDISING STORE where you can get t-shirts, baseball caps, beanies, posters and more (see, you ask and we deliver).

Now, that is an October 29th to remember!

What story lines are you looking forward to reading about? What merchandise will you be rocking?

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October 23, 2014
by Charles David Carpenter
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Surprises are wonderful things.

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Surprises can be wonderful things. The unknown and unexpected, though often scary, can be filled with excitement and an energy that infuses everything with newness and a spark of creativity.

I bring up surprises for two reasons. First, we will soon be announcing a surprise that we feel is sure to bring a smile to all of our readers faces, it certainly has to ours. It is a new way to bring the magic of Necromancers’ Pride home to enjoy. We will be letting you in on this very soon.

The second reason I bring up surprises is because one greeted me as I was looking through our catalog of work. I often like to reflect on what we have done, going back to see what we chose to omit or change in order to create the best world and story of which we are capable. As I was looking through the archives of our work, I came across an unexpected surprise that indeed brought a smile to my face.

The first breath of life that was infused into the world of Tarune took place several years ago, when D.W., our dear friend Cory Tyler and I had a meeting at a place called the Marmalade Cafe. We shared ideas and concepts, and a fellowship was born over rings and breakfast. Little did I know that, all these years later, those concepts and ideas would give birth to the Necromancers’ Pride Saga.

Here is an excerpt from one of my earliest imaginings of the world we have now come to love. This storyline did not make the book, but it inspired a great swell of joy in me at having come across it.

From this humblest of beginnings was born the world of Necromancers’ Pride.

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Perfection can be found in sincerity.  The fluidity of purpose, honed to its truest form is sincere action brought about by a focused will.  The will that can focus the power of the spirit will have dominion over the body, and in so doing, will set the forum for perfection.

Over and again, time and time again, those words rang loudly and with resolute purpose in the mind of Cor Tylanthridin.  Each word carried with it its own energy, powering him onward in his meditation.  As he spoke to himself, Cor Tylanthridin weaved his body through the various forms of his gata, or sword form.  His blade, long and slightly curved, had a pommel made from the light but sturdy balsa tree, and rested in his grip with the ease and comfort of a child holding a wild flower.

His form, as his blade, bellied the strength and power found within.  As he weaved himself in and out of every stance and posture, his rhythmic movements displayed a measured grace acquired only after years of determined study and practice.  This exercise ritual he performed daily.  Each day he used it to focus his energy, vary reminiscent of the intense, almost supernatural training of the Oslyn themselves.

He moved through his forms with speed and strength, each muscle flexing and releasing in perfect harmony and controlled symbiosis with its opposite.  As his sword cut its silent path through the air, his body and mind had melded into complete focus.  His was a form of sincerity; his was a quest for perfection.

As he neared the end of his form, Cor was called from his meditative state by the ringing sound of hooves racing with all haste up the path.  It was rare for Cor to have visitors here, rare, but not uncommon.  There was a time when the great amphitheater which he now called his dwelling was home to some of the greatest spectacles of art and dance seen in the ancient world.  Now, however, this once mighty center of the arts stood in humble ruin, war and natural disasters leaving it with only the haunted specter of a bygone greatness.

Finishing with a flurry of strikes and summersaults, Cor quickly sheathed his blade and looked to the entrance of the amphitheater.  Built into the side of a mountain, its entire design was meant to lend itself to story telling.  The great walls, now decrepit and crumbling, still held much of the acoustic resonance for which the amphitheater was once renowned.

Coming to a stop directly in front of Cor, a rider extended an outstretched hand.

As the rider sat his mount, the mare neighing and chomping at her bit anxiously, Cor quickly tide the sash of his humble woolen robe tightly.  This imposing rider stared down ominously, but did not speak at all.  He merely sat there with his arm extended, waiting patiently for Cor to take his hand.

The time that had been foretold had come.  Without another moment’s hesitation, Cor Tylanthridin grabbed the rider’s hand and, nimble as a cat, mounted the mare behind the armored crimson rider.  Quick as lightning the rider turned his mare towards the entrance and firmly dug in his heels.  They were off, without so much as an utterance.

What use was there for words when the time of the prophecy had come?  The time of Cor Tylanthridin’s destiny was at hand…

Necromancers’ Pride ~ 

October 21, 2014
by Charles David Carpenter
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Playing the waiting game.

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The waiting game. It is perhaps the most difficult of any engagement. Here is the unmitigated truth – time always wins. So, we wait, trying patiently to occupy our moments until we get the notes back from the beta readers on Necromancers’ Pride – Storm of Shadows. 

As writers, especially independent ones, timelines and deadlines are crucial to success. We are our own bosses, for lack of a better word.  As such, we are beholden to ourselves to keep on track and focused. The most difficult part of any endeavor is to understand and accept that not everything is in your control. So you delegate. You assign tasks to others. You wait.

Waiting is exactly what we are doing now. Of course, we want our beta readers (who are amazing, by the way) to do their job well, so we do not rush them. But, oh, how we want to. The only silver lining to this cloud is that I know D.W. is probably pulling out what hairs he has left in his head in anxious anticipation. Delegating is not the strongest of his suits. If he could wear a million hats, he gladly would (trust me, his head is big enough – it has to be to house his enormous ego).

So, this is our stage in the process. We wait with bated breath for the return of Storm of Shadows. We are anxious to get the notes, make the changes and complete the journey of bringing book 3 in the Necromancers’ Pride Saga to you.

We will have some exciting news for you soon about the release date, along with some other surprise announcements, so stay tuned. The waiting is almost over!

How do you keep yourself occupied while waiting for something you want?

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October 16, 2014
by Charles David Carpenter
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Bringing it to the Beta’s!

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We are hours, mere moments, a scant accumulation of minutes away from getting book 3 in the Necromancers Pride Saga, Storm of Shadows, to our beta readers!

Yes, those brave and hearty souls who will be tasked with giving the world of Tarune a once over will soon be at it again, putting the proverbial hammer to anvil to help us forge the world we have all come to love so dearly.

D.W. and I have been editing like mad, rewriting and reshaping the world, honing it to continue the story of Corwyn and Velladriana in the strongest and tightest way possible. As such, I have been forced to spend far more time in close proximity with D.W. than any person should have to. The plus side is that we are almost done! On the negative side … well, let’s just say I have picked up some new, colorful phrases that I cannot repeat in front of my children. Such is the way of things, though. A potty mouth is a small price to pay for success.

When next I write to you, Storm of Shadows will be in the beta readers’ hands, which means it is one giant step closer to being in yours. So, with that said, I am off to finish what we have started. The world of Necromancers’ Pride awaits.

What story lines are you looking forward to reading about?

This is your community. We want to hear from you.

 

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