Cover art by Ivan Gusev.
Borgo Press -- a Wildside Press Imprint.
Writers have two secret fears we seldom mention.
The first revolves around having our work read by someone we respect and admire: our fear is we will disappoint them, deeply. The second is the reverse.
Yesterday, Amazon delivered to my door the three books of the Talera Cycle by Charles Allen Gramlich.
I galloped through the first last night.
Oh geeze, it's a great read.
Acutely visual, exciting.
The back blurb describes the the tale as "A grand adventure in the tradition of Edgar Rice Burroughs and Robert E. Howard" -- and that's exactly what it is.
Without, I might add, certain ponderousities and asides of that tradition's style which now strike our more modern ears as awkward.
And with those casual details such as mention of storm lines on sailing ships, of voice of command, of certain items regarding weaponry and the use of it -- all which reassure the reader that the writer knows what he's talking about, and which please me, vastly.
And with, I noted in dear delight, instances of layered imagery and evocative description.
In the jungle sweat blooms on a man like a fungus. It leaves him stinking and slick, and cold when the wind blows. In such a jungle we found ourselves, a land choked with vines and seldom silent.
And: blood...the stench of it like copper and fate.
One of the reasons I am fond of sword 'n sorcery is the assertion, without apology, of a certain idealism, of nobility, of qualities such as honour, loyalty, valour and duty.
Thank you, Charles.