There’s nothing like stepping back into your youth for reaffirming your interests and passions. I am still glowing after the Fields of the Nephilim concert in Leeds last week. I can’t believe its twenty-two years since I last saw them during the Earth Inferno tour – thanks for the ticket Swids!
If you were there, you will know that Carl McCoy’s status as a gothic ‘shaman’ reached new levels, particularly during the trance-inducing rendition of Psychonaut (check out the clips on youtube). The hypnotic rhythms and pulse-pounding goth-core reached new heights of sublimity with a truly mind-blowing display of light. The imagery and shadow existence of the Nephilim have long been a source of inspiration for my writing. I will treasure the memories of the night and bring the mood and imagery to bear in my completion of The Wolves of Winter.
Talking of the Wolves of Winter – a tale of Rhoderica before the elves invaded – Rulnik, Torbad, Yanuk and Beddor are embroiled in a mystery in Sunamor, capital of Gorwentia. Children are going missing and the castle is living in fear for the King’s life after three failed assassination attempts on the monarch. It is up to the Wolves to save the day, but all their investigations seem to be leading to a series of unconnected dead ends. Rulnik does not believe in co-incidences however, and if he can keep free of a fever in the frequent downpours, he may just save the kingdom one more time.
Until next time, up the elves!