So owning up time and shit. I write a little fantasy sometimes, now and then. Or Dark Fantasy with death and mayhem and weird shit SF-Fantasy crossover something. If anyone is interested there’s more about it here.
So this is the now for something completely different post.
So I write fantasy as Trevelyan Cooper, and isn’t that the most fucking magnificent pen name ever?
I’d have used Trevelyan Cooper for a romance hero dude, except how it’s way too over the top. Except maybe for a regency pirate who became a rake who became a vampire and is therefore still around to be an S&M billionaire, and it would still be the fake name he uses to meet innocent young women on the internet, and not his real name which is Bob Smith.
Anyway. This shit is quite dark, and it was what I thought I was going to be a writer in, but I don’t think so any more. So if fantasy’s your thing, they’re free around the place. Links.
There’s a couple more stories – because I have to do a spaceship one to complete the set – and like two epic unfinished novels of unspeakable genius I pull out and work on sometimes that might get finished one day too, but that’s going nowhere fast.
And, um, if we could all try not to get turned on by the S&M in Prince of Fey, that’s be fucking great. I’m not sure I’m not doing something awful here, but it’s meant to be bad in that one, okay? We’re all clear on good whipping vs bad whipping, right?
Concentrate on the fucking love story, between Aluese and Dilee, not how Ribeag is a demented little Tinkerbell sadist.
Imperiata is something I’ve been writing for fucking years, but never quite get there. It’s meant to be sweep of empires shit with a Machiavellian realpolitik view of fantasy, so everyone is self-serving, no-one is noble, and terrible acts of political cynicism prevail. Basically anti-Tolkien. One day, maybe, I’ll be up to turning it into a novel, but not now. It’s way bigger than I’m able to write at the moment, so I used a few parts to make this story because of that.
Mote in a Tide of Darkness is like one of those SF explanations of religion deals, with fucking time travel, and with kind of angels time travelling, and no-one knows what’s going on. And don’t get too excited, because I don’t know what the fuck’s going on either, so you don’t get much of an explanation. There’s a second story, which needs editing, and continues it, but lets face it, that might not happen for a while.
And if you’re a regular reader here, and you want a laugh, look at this. That’s like a whole fucking page without me saying fuck once. Or fucking anything.
I can do it, see? I just don’t fucking want to.
And yeah, I did have to read over that fucking twice to make sure. This just happens without me meaning too.
Um, so yeah. While I’m pouring my shit out here for you all, and since people keep coming to look, have some more.