RELEASE DAY! The City of Seven Gods

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You may have noticed I’ve been quite busy here. I’ve been talking up the Kindle Exclusive release of Poseidon and Cleito from EDGE Science Fiction and Fantasy, and now I’m switching gears to let you know about another title, just released today at retailers worldwide by Bold Strokes Books.

thecityofsevengods_poster-postcardHow about that? It’s a big month for me, and I’m doing my best to keep up with it!

I wrote The City of Seven Gods as somewhat of an adult companion piece to The Seventh Pleiade and Banished Sons of Poseidon. The setting is similarly ancient world, though the sources of inspiration roamed a bit farther, and farther back in history, to Egypt, Mesopotamia, and Africa.

The story is also a departure from the Atlantis legend, which may come as a surprise (yes, I do write about other things besides Atlantis from time to time). I was inspired by the grandness and religiosity of the great cities of the ancient world like Ur and Babylon and Alexandria, and I wanted to expore what life may have been like during a time of nascent, cosmopolitan living, lavish religious iconography, and huge divisions between the rich and poor. The story follows two men of minor status finding their way through that world.

Here’s the back cover blurb:

Kelemun was bought from his peasant parents to tend the inner sanctum of the house of Aknon, where wealthy men pay mountain sapphires to behold the beautiful servants of the god. Chosen to bring offerings to Caliph, Kelemun captures the fascination of the young prince Praxtor who has never been denied anything his heart desires.

Ja’bar was hired to roughhouse wayward proselytes for the high priest Aknon-Horheb. In Qabbat’lee, it’s good paying work for a Stripeling, a jungle savage in the eyes of the city natives, and if he’s stingy and stays out of trouble, it will buy him a plot of river land.

But the splendor of Qabbat’lee is a mirage disguising a grotesquerie of corruption. When Kelemun and Ja’bar’s threads of fate entwine on a night of chilling betrayal, their only hope for redemption and survival may lie in one another.

The City of Seven Gods kicks off a new series called The Lost Histories, which will chronicle the lives of an ancient people in a world where men are bought and sold, religious cults vie for wealth and power, and civilizations clash. I’m presently tucking into the manuscript for Book 2. All this month look for giveaways and inside-the-story features here and at blogs like Queer Sci Fi and The Novel Approach. And, if you want to pick up the book right away, I posted the handy buy links below. When you buy at the publisher’s webstore, you can bundle your purchase for extra savings.

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Some of my favorite ancient world historicals

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The Seven Wonders of the World

A map of the ‘Seven Wonders of the World’ per the ancient Greeks. Image retrieved from Wikipedia Commons

Not a big surprise here. I like to read ancient world historical fiction. Some folks recently asked me at my Facebook event: what kind of research did you do for Poseidon and Cleito? That gave me the idea of doing this short post to share some of the books that influenced my writing.

I re-read some of the classical mythology and literature that I had first enjoyed in high school and college: Edith Hamilton’s Mythology and Homer’s The Iliad and The Odyssey. I also read for the first time Plato’s Timaeus and Crtias dialogues, of course with special attention to the passages concerning the Atlantis story.

I took a pretty broad approach to non-fiction, or in some cases “non-fiction” on the subject of Atlantis: Lewis Spence’s The History of Atlantis and Frank Joseph’s The Destruction of Atlantis, among others, and I even plodded through Edgar Cayce’s Atlantis with his accounts of strange, psychic readings. I also read up on ancient Greek history, costume and daily life.

All of those sources helped with imagining the setting of the story, though I found that reading really good historical fiction probably helped even more.

Here’s a list of some of my very favorites in case you’re interested in the time period.

the-persian-boyMary Renault’s series on the history of Alexander the Great is absolutely fantastic. Probably because of its intriguing perspective, I enjoyed the most The Persian Boy, which is told from the point-of-view of Alexander’s eunuch attendant and lover Bagoas. The book certainly has strong romantic elements, but it’s not a romance novel in the modern sense. The story follows the tragic history of Bagoas, a boy who is castrated and bought and sold to various masters after his chieftain father is overthrown and murdered. He ends up in Alexander’s household, and the story chronicles the conquest of the Persian empire, Alexander’s ill-fated march into India, and the last days of his life in Babylon, all through the eyes of an unlikely and compelling storyteller.

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There are a good number of re-tellings of the Trojan War, but David Malouf’s quiet novel, focused on the days following Achilles’ murder of the Trojan Hector, stood out to me. Ransom is more about the humanity of Hector’s father King Priam, and ultimately Achilles himself, rather than scenes of battle and military strategizing. Malouf’s writing style is simple, evocative, and powerful. His choice of giving equal time to the less explored character of Priam also pulled me in.

 

 

the-golden-mean-coverSo by now you can tell I have a preference for character-driven, atmospheric stories over sword-clashing adventures. I do like action-adventures from time-to-time, but I really have to connect with the heroes to enjoy the story. If what drives them is simply “for the honor of home and country,” I just can’t work up much enthusiasm.

That’s why I loved Anabel Lyon’s The Golden Mean, which reimagines two complex characters from early Greek history: Aristotle and his young pupil Alexander. The portrayal of each man’s struggles close to home are expertly realized: for Aristotle, a nervous condition which modern medicine would likely call depression, for Alexander, a broken family domineered by his ruthless father. The “Golden Mean” here has to do with emotional moderation: the balance between despair and hope and the exercising of cruelty versus compassion.

the_seven_wonders_coverOver the years, I’ve been happy to discover a subset of ancient world books with mystery elements. I grew up reading mysteries, and in my 20s read a lot in the area of gay fiction. Ancient world + mystery is a winning formula for me. Ancient world + mystery + gay characters is even better, which is why I singled out Steven Saylor’s Roma Sub Rosa series and The Seven Wonders of the World.

The story follows a young man’s (Gordianus) journey of a lifetime to visit each of the seven wonders with his tutor Antipater. At each site, there is some intrigue for Gordianus to uncover, and in Saylor’s style, a bit of camp and humor. I don’t mean to overstate the gay content. There’s just a touch of that, but I like that the world of Gordianus, the ‘finder’ or detective of the Roma Sub Rosa series, includes gay and bisexual characters.

Some other historical mysteries that I’ve liked are Gary Corby’s Athenian Mysteries series and Nick Drake’s Rahotep series set in Egypt.

lost-books-of-the-odyssey-cover-imageOne last pick from me: I really enjoyed Zachary Mason’s ambitious “excavated” stories about Odysseus and some of the other heroes of the Trojan War. His writing style is gorgeously evocative of the time period, and what I also appreciated was the unexpected but believable twists to the well-known source material.  For example, Odysseus, returning to Ithaca after ten years of adventures, finds Penelope remarried, and shrugs off that they have both moved on with their lives, which, for what I’ve come to understand about the world, feels like a more likely outcome than murdering his wife’s suitors and settling back into married life.

 

 

Turn on your Kindle Day and Facebook chat

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Well, it’s all been leading up to this: Thursday, September 8th from 7:00 – 9:00 PM EST, EDGE Science Fiction and Fantasy is hosting a “Turn on Your Kindle” event, including a live chat with yours truly during which I’ll talk about the story behind Poseidon and Cleito and answer questions.

Here’s how you can participate…

Step One: RSVP to the event on Facebook.

Step Two: On Thursday, September 8th, purchase a digital copy of the book. It’s available at Amazon exclusively during this early release period, and can be purchased in formats for most readers (Kindle, iPad, iPhone, Kobo, etc.. sorry Nook readers, that’s coming in December). They’re offering the book at the rather affordable price of $2.99 for a limited time.

Step Three: Log into Facebook on Thursday between 7:00 and 9:00 PM and say hello! If you own a Kindle, you can download your copy at that time. That produces a nice bump on Amazon’s website, which boosts the visibility and discoverability of the title.

What can you expect at the chat? Anything and everything you want to know about the book, some fun mythology trivia, book extras (you want the authoritative answer to where Atlantis was located?), and plenty more. I’m really looking forward to it and hope to see you there!

 

 

#PoseidonWeek: Poseidon through the ages

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Updated September 1st 9:00 PM: The #PoseidonWeek contest is closed, and the two winners, both from my Facebook page, selected by random.org are: Yendur Benny and Jutta Ervell! Thanks to everyone for stopping by. It was fun. 🙂

 

As my final post for #PoseidonWeek, I thought I’d share some perspectives on Poseidon in popular culture. Poseidon is most definitely one of the most enduring characters from classical mythology, and when you think about it, the fact that he’s been an archetype for over two millennia is pretty amazing.

Probably his popularity has to do with our fascination with the sea, which up until fairly recent times was easily imagined as an inscrutable force of nature: beautiful, seemingly infinite, and capable of menace and destruction, particularly for those who sought to use it for travel.

Corinthian plaque of Poseidon

A Corinthian plaque of Poseidon, circa 550-525 BCE

Greek sailors believed that the sea was warded by the god, and they made sacrifices of horses and bulls before their voyages in order to beseech Poseidon for safe passage. As one of the twelve principal gods of the classical Greek pantheon, Poseidon played a big role in religion and daily life. He appears in Homer’s Illiad in which he provides some aid to the Achaeans (Greeks) in their siege of Troy. In Homer’s Odyssey, Poseidon is more of a villainous force, keeping the war hero Odysseus lost at sea when he seeks to return home from battle.

Here is one of Hesiod’s “Homeric Hymns” dedicated to Poseidon from a 1922 translation:

I begin to sing about Poseidon, the great god, mover of the earth and fruitless sea, god of the deep who is also lord of Helicon and wide Aegae. A twofold office the gods allotted you, O Shaker of the Earth, to be a tamer of horses and a saviour of ships!

Hail, Poseidon, Holder of the Earth, dark-haired lord! O blessed one, be kindly in heart and help those who voyage in ships!

Citation: Evelyn-White, Hugh G., trans. Hesiod, Homeric Hymns, Epic Cycle, Homerica. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons, 1922; Bartleby.com, 2010.

Of course, Poseidon lived on in the imagination of the Romans, though they changed his name to Neptune. The Romans didn’t take as reverential of a view of their gods, but they enjoyed their myths and legends as well as artwork inspired by myth. Many depictions of the god, who was associated both with the sea and with horses, survived the era in statuary and friezes. Like their Saturnalia and Bacchanalia traditions, the Romans held a yearly Neptunalia at midsummer, that perhaps was geared to ushering in rain to quench the dry Mediterranean season.

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I found this beautiful 3rd century AD mosaic on Wikipedia Commons: Poseidon in a sea-horse drawn chariot. From the Sousse Archeological Museum in Tunisia.

Union of Earth and Water

Peter Paul Rubens’ “Union of Earth and Water” c. 1618

Moving ahead a century and change (sorry Middle Ages, once again you get short shrift), the Renaissance period in Europe saw a renewed interest in classical mythology, including the god of sea and storm, most often referenced as Neptune due to the dominating influence of Italian Roman sensibility. He was a frequent subject of decorative fountains, Bartolomeo Ammannati’s famous 16th century Fountain of Neptune in Florence, for example, as well as oil paintings. He was portrayed by Rubens, Bordone, Bronzini, Poussin, and many other artists. Neptune (or Poseidon) has been a steady motif in statues and fountains through modern times, and representations can be found in the gardens of Chateau Versaille, the Court of Neptune in Washington, DC, bronze sculpture at New York City’s Grand Army Plaza, and probably many hundreds of public parks and gardens around the world.

Neptune is one of the subjects of early twentieth century British composer Gustav Holst’s orchestral suite “The Planets.”

In American films, Poseidon has been portrayed by actors Kevin McKidd (Percy Jackson and the Olympians), Danny Huston (Clash of the Titans), and Kellan Lutz (Immortals).

Here’s a bit of a silly, instructional trailer with my favorite Kevin McKidd.

Meet Poseidon – Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief

Kevin McKidd plays the Earthshaker and Lord of the Sea, Poseidon in the 2010 action movie Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief. Also starring Logan Lerman, Brandon Jackson, Alexandra Daddario, Jake Abel, Pierce Brosnan and Uma Thurman

That’s a whirlwind tour, but I’m afraid it’s all I have time for today! Don’t forget: it’s the last day to enter the #PoseidonWeek contest. Interact with my site or my Facebook page and you could win Poseidon swag provided by Zazzle. Contest ends 9:00 PM EST Thursday, September 1st.

Exclusively for #PoseidonWeek: An excerpt from the story

It’s always tough for me to decide on excerpts to use for readings or sharing on social media. I actually prefer to have someone decide for me, since I’m probably too close to the story to evaluate what would make for an entertaining snippet for people unacquainted with the story.

Here I chose a tried and true strategy: the opening scene from the book. It doesn’t require any set up, and my hope with the opening was to set a mystical tone for the narrative through this encounter with the main character Donnogen and a steppe Witch.

I included some images from my Pinterest inspiration board. I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter One

The Witch’s hovel stood on a bald hilltop covered with snow. It had been a half day’s journey for the young hunter to find it, minding his grandmother’s instructions from seasons past.

“Find the spitting cavern on the bank of the sea. Climb the bank to the margins of the ancient woods and follow the trodden path to a glassy plain. There she will be, perched over the barren land, like a shepherdess to a ghostly flock.”

The sun hung low on the horizon, and the snowy field was no longer glassy. The towering trees at the border of the woods cast a lake of shadow that stretched toward the hill, soon to devour it in darkness. An infinite quiet surrounded the hunter. For a delicate moment, fear bit at him, and he halted, suspended in a void of silence while the claw of frost clutched his breath. He pushed on through the field.

It was time for him to know his name.

Hunter from the steppe

An illustration that I pinned from 3duegos.com, a prototype for the hunter Donnogen.

Climbing the hill was a trudge through frost-crusted dunes that buried him to the top of his deerskin leggings. There were no other tracks up the hill. Though it was deep into the season of freeze, the clouds had not shed their tears of snow for three suns.

The home was a wattle-roofed roundhouse that looked like a giant mushroom crowning its snowy mount. It was no more than a dozen strides across, and its cone cap was buckled and frayed from many seasons of freeze and thaw. Smoke rose up from its chimney, and the snow encircling the house had melted, forming a gutter. A gnarled stake of wood warded the entrance. A freshly-killed white fox had been impaled on the stake.

The hunter stopped at the threshold for a moment, remembering his amma. He shut his eyes and spoke silent words to reach his grandmother in the otherworld.

“My beard grows thick, Amma. I am a man, and I have come, as you told me. The clan taught me well. I can chase the spotted deer, clean its hide from its flesh, and make my own hatchets and spears. Watch over me. You are always in my heart.”

He pushed aside the heavy mats hanging in the doorway and stepped inside. The sudden heat was arresting, and the stench was choking. The Witch must have been boiling some kind of animal fat. Mammoth hides hung from the hut’s rafters, dividing the space into a puzzle of compartments. In good times, the mammoth hunter clans might have had one pelt they could afford to show off in such a way, and this woman had at least three that he could see! Good barter: men from all parts of the steppe must have traveled to her to ask for name-readings.

The Sea People

Pinned from artofmisc.tmblr.com, a prototype for the Sea People

That was trade from seasons past. There weren’t any clans of mammoth hunters left on the steppe. Not since the white-haired Sea People had alighted from their barges to ferry their antler-headed warriors and their strange machinery from their island kingdom. The raiders had brought war, enslavement, and a killing fever. They tore up the sedge with their stone-tipped harrows and drove the wooly titans from their grazing fields.

It was said the Sea People left the Witch alone, and the hunter had even heard they called on her for her prophecies and cures. How she managed to live by herself, so far from the steppe settlements, was strange to him.

The crackle of her fire filled the space, but he heard no other sound. An earthen pot rested at his foot. He took off the leather coin purse that hung around his neck, unlaced its cord, and turned it over. A dozen copper rings and tin coins tumbled and clanged into the pot.

His amma had never said how much to bring, but only once in a man’s life is he given his true name. It was the little bounty he had put away on his wanderings since his clan had scattered from the steppe. Picking over a few frozen travelers in the snow. Pocketing some spoils from the white-headed rangers he had fought off with his spear. The shiny trinkets were pretty trade, though a hunter made his way with what the land provided. He thought the currency might impress the Witch. They said she horded untold riches.

A voice stabbed at him from an unknown place. “Take off your boots.” He did not look for her, he just obeyed, taking off his mitts and unlacing his deerskin shoes and setting them aside. He stood, barefoot, and waited.

The phantom voice came again, so shrill it could shake the fur from a bear. “Leave your weapons. Take off anything with sleeves, legs, or pockets. You come and go with only what you brought.”

He looked around in disbelief. His spear and his hatchet were one thing. It was bad manners to enter someone’s house with weapons from the hunt. But following her orders would leave him in his thigh-length shift. It was threadbare and stained from many wearings.

The voice shrieked, “No time for modesty. I haven’t all night.”

He stripped down, leaving his pelt, his spear and hatchet, his woolen undercoat, and his leggings in a pile on the floor.

As soon as he had finished, the Witch called out. “Follow my voice. You can do that, can’t you? You’ve got more wits about you than you let on.”

A neolithic hut

A neolithic hut, pinned from naturalhomes.com

His body, which was broad and tall and built for the hunt, felt suddenly awkward in the enclosed space. He looked around, stepped to one side, and pulled back the flap of a hanging pelt. That revealed a miniature anteroom of sorts. He ducked his head beneath a bowed and rotting rafter and ventured into that space. Another fur-draped divider hung at one side, under which fiery light flickered. He headed for it, found one edge of the fur draping, and parted it to step through.

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It’s #PoseidonWeek so if you comment/share below, you’ll be entered into a raffle for Poseidon swag provided by Zazzle. You can also enter the contest all this week (through Thursday, September 1st) at my Facebook page.