In a land where immortality can be bought, cruelty thrives…
Exiled and alone, Threon is torn from a life in the palace to scrape a living on the streets of a foreign land. Once a prince whose every whim was obliged, now this vagabond must adapt to survive.
Throwing his lot in with a witch, a rebel soldier and a woman touched by a god, he seeks retribution for the wrongs committed against his family. Slavery and famine are rampant, and the struggle to avenge his kin soon becomes a battle to restore justice across the Empire. Together Threon and his new companions must rekindle old allegiances, face an immortal army and learn to trust one another.
But when the gods begin to interfere with their plans, is it a curse or a blessing?
A dear friend of mine is having a launch party for her debut fantasy novel, The Vagabond King, in Cardiff tomorrow. It’s bound to be a good time, so you should absolutely come along. Entry is free, there will be an interview session and a few readings. There’s details here. For those of you in north or mid Wales, Jodie is also having a launch party near Machynlleth on the 24th of October. Details here.
Jodie is a wonderful writer, but you don’t have to take my word for it.
Fantasy author, David Towsey, said of The Vagabond King: ‘A classic fantasy adventure of heroes, villains, clashing empires and meddlesome gods. This is a story that grips from the outset and doesn’t let the reader go.’
Best-selling author Rebecca F John said: ‘Bond has achieved that most difficult balance – of presenting her readers with a rousing epic and a cast of characters who we see, know, and care about from the first page.’
Nerd Daily reviewed the book, praising its world building and its characters. They also interviewed Jodie – they covered interests, the characters, and – vital information – her most wished for superpower.
If you’re a fantasy fan living in south Wales, I hope to see you there tomorrow!
It turns out I simply cannot be trusted to stick to a daily schedule.
Shameful, really. I can manage it with brushing my teeth, even
washing most days, but putting something coherent down on a daily
basis completely eludes me.
Let’s try weekly,
then. I can surely manage that!
I’ve been thinking
about journalism for years. If I’d thought about it while I was
deciding what to study at eighteen (hah, what a bloody stupid age to
decide things like that!) I probably would have gone for it, I think.
It’s hard to say from this perspective. It’s all well and good,
looking back ten years and saying ‘oh yes, surely I would have done
X, if only I had known,’ but that neatly elides the intervening ten
years worth of experience which leads you to believe that a
completely different career path would be good for you.
It’s been a little while, eh? I know the plan behind the daily
ramble was to ramble daily, but it seems not to have worked. I
suppose that’s the issue with not having discipline to begin with –
soon you slip and then fail to get back up again.
Just a short one today – busy, busy packing and sorting and whatnots.
I did not get up early today. In fact, I was so utterly exhausted I slept straight through my alarm. Nothing really jolts you in the morning like realising you’re running half an hour behind. It’s better than coffee.
This is something I’m going to start doing, mostly because I
fancy it, but if anyone asks, it’s to build discipline.
Summer sunshine, (or indeed, any sunshine), the warmth, and the gentle balmy breezes are to be treasured, like gold or rare memories. Most of the time. When it comes to getting solid sleep, warm air and humidity are like little goblins who poke you awake every few minutes. I don’t think I’ve slept a solid night through in weeks. Damn Hotair. Damn Humidity. Warty little, sweaty little, greasy little goblin fuckers, jabbing me while I sleep. Last night was no exception.