“Once upon a time, there was magic in the world, and legends and fairy stories were all true. Two great and opposing forces of nature, called the Wish and the Will, battled with each other for untold aeons. And in so doing they created a third and neutral power, which became known as the Fury, and the whole fabric of the world and the universe changed.
But you ain't got no need to know any of that. What you do need to know, me old pal, is that you're now in the City o' Middengarth. Or Old Mid as it is referred to inside this sprawling metropoliwhatsit thing of ours. And if you want any chance of keepin' yourself alive from this ticky-tock o' the clock onwards, and not getting up the noses of their Daemonic Majesties who rule us all, then you'll read everything what I have to tell you, okay?” - from the preface to the 57th edition of 'Arry the Vagabond's “Blimey Almanack: a Personal Companion to the Streets, Gutters, Public Latrines, etc. etc. of the City of Old Mid."
What is it? A brand new series of fantasy/steampunk/science fiction adventure stories, featuring the exploits of a rag-tag group of heroes on the strange world of Middengarth, set against a cosmic background of epic proportions. At times whimsical, weird, hilarious and decidedly off-beat, these stories have been over a decade in the making.
Will it be in Print, or online only? Due to rising print costs, Chaz is making this series available only in e-Book format. The reason is that illustrations form an integral part of the stories, and printing a full-colour, full-length novel is still trouser-droppingly expensive. Due to the epic scope of the stories, Book 1 of the Wish and the Will tales will be released in two parts, for a correspondingly small price.
Where can I read it? The first part of Book 1, Sundancer's Regret, is now available to download for Kindle HERE!
The Wish and the Will
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Meet a few of the central characters...
I looked up from the bottom of my fourth or fifth bottle of bilge. My eyes crossed like mis-aligned searchlights as they tried to focus upon the business end of a Cold .45 'Pacemaker' pistol with a very nice custom targeting scope bolted to the snout. That gem of lethal engineering was currently tracing a direct path between the two misty marbles in the middle of my face, but in my line of work you can become complacent about such intrusions. And so it was that I found myself in the latest of a long line of awkward circumstances, which is probably as good a point as any to introduce you to this Humble Yarnspinner. To my friends (and those whom I would not class as 'enemies') I prefer to be known as 'The Knave o' Stare', but some have infuriatingly insisted upon calling me by my real handle although I tend not to quibble when being threatened with imminent death. Twenty-eight tocks o’ the clock old (or something like it) can hardly be called a lifetime, but in that period I reckon I must have learned most of what there is to know about the ancient, admired and thoroughly obnoxious art of the hustler. I can't remember where or when I was born, although I have the feeling it was probably in the back seat of a streetbus. If it was, then I must have pulled my first scam by skipping fare..."
All text, music and art is (c) Chaz Wood 2011-12