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The Culture Tsar: Curb(stomp) Your Enthusiasm

Sometimes our enthusiasm can get out of hand.

The hyperbolic nature of our cultural discourse encourages us to take strong positions on the things we like. Everything has to be either “amazing” or “terrible”, with little room for variation in between. These sorts of statements are driven primarily by emotion, even if they’re nicely dressed up with logical arguments (or at least the pretense of them). But emotions are a tricky thing; they can mislead you or cause you to overlook things a less enthusiastic observer might notice. There’s nothing wrong with being emotionally invested in the things you like, but at some point, if you ever want to have a productive conversation with someone about it, you need to be able to set that enthusiasm aside.

Take, for instance, one of the Culture Tsar’s favorite films of the last five years, Mad Max: Fury Road. When this movie comes up in conversation, the discussion goes one of two ways; either the other person loves the movie as well and proceeds to describe just how much they love it, or they bristle and mutter something about “not getting what all the fuss was about”. In the latter situation, sharing all the reasons the movie excites you isn’t going to get very far. Instead, you have to remove those emotional responses and talk about the film from a critical, pragmatic standpoint. In this case, the Culture Tsar usually deploys the “art film as action movie” argument, pointing out that the structure of the film as a two hour long car chase is the whole point of the movie and then indicating how the cinematography, production design, and practical effects all combine to serve that concept. The goal of the conversation at that point is not to make the other person “like” the movie, but rather to make a persuasive case for why it’s a good film even though they don’t care for it.

Internet commentary has largely debased what we used to call “criticism” because most people can’t seem to put their emotional attachments aside. There’s also a tendency to project one’s own feelings onto the general public. A friend recently related to the Culture Tsar that he argued with someone who believes The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim is the greatest video game of all time and that it “changed gaming forever.” Now, despite the fact that the Culture Tsar loves Skyrim, he found this statement to be completely and objectively ridiculous. Setting aside question of whether it’s the best game ever (spoiler alert: it’s not even the best game in the Elder Scrolls series, but let’s save that for another post), what on earth does the phrase “changed gaming forever” actually mean? When pressed on this statement, the person said vague things about gameplay options and open world game design, but all of these things existed in various degrees long before Skyrim. Furthermore, Skyrim didn’t spark an entirely new breed of video games afterward. Open world rpgs existed for more than a decade before Skyrim’s release in 2011, and even if you restrict that category to first person rpgs, even those had become fairly common by the early 2000s.

But the person wasn’t making an objective argument; he was defining the game according to his own experience. For that particular gamer, Skyrim changed the way he viewed games forever. The problem is that he couldn’t set his emotional response to the game aside long enough to recognize that his enthusiasm said more about him encountering something for the first time than it did about the game itself.

Everyone wants to play the role of critic these days, but not enough people out there understand the role of criticism. Put simply, it’s not about you. Just because a work of art provokes an emotional response from you doesn’t automatically mean it’s objectively good. The Culture Tsar may love listening to Bryan Adams songs, but he’s never going to make the argument that Adams was one of the most influential and important artists of his era (tempting though it may be). If you want to engage in serious critical discussion, you not only need to curb your enthusiasm, you need to curbstomp it.

The Culture Tsar: The Star Wars Reformation

There’s a great scene in the film Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back in which Ben Affleck’s character remarks that the internet has given people around the world the power to share information and ideas like never before and they’ve decided to use that power to bitch about movies. The Culture Tsar thinks about that comment every time some fan-driven controversy breaks out over (insert media franchise here) and overloads his Twitter feed for 12-24 hours.

As the saying goes, this is why we can’t have nice things.

Now, the Culture Tsar obviously has nothing against bitching about movies in principle. There’s a big difference, however, between debating the merits/flaws of a film as cultural products and debating them as extensions of someone’s personal identity. In the former, disagreements over the work in question are defensible positions easily set aside after the debate. Someone can like or dislike a film for various reasons, but that in no way affects anyone’s enjoyment of it. For instance, the Culture Tsar thinks the Transformers films are equal parts dumb, vapid, obnoxious, and tedious. Their continued existence and success, however, doesn’t affect him beyond forcing him to watch the trailer for the next one every time he attends a movie (honestly, The Last Knight feels like it’s been “Coming Soon” for five years now).

But when a work of popular culture becomes deeply entangled with a person’s identity, criticism ceases being criticism and instead turns into an existential threat. The most obvious and intense example of this phenomenon is Star Wars fandom. Seriously, there were Catholics executing Protestants during the Reformation who felt less strongly about the sanctity of the Holy Scriptures than some Star Wars fans feel about the franchise’s canon. Take a look on any Star Wars forum and you’ll find people decrying, well, just about anything that’s happened with the franchise since it was sold to Disney. From the decanonization of the “Expanded Universe” to the casting decisions behind each new film, there’s a rabid cult of fans out there who are on a crusade to defend the “true” Star Wars from “outside” meddling. Never mind that many of these people were not even born when most of the films came out or lived through the shock of the prequels upending longstanding assumptions about the original trilogy; they view the entire canon as an internally consistent scripture that must be adhered to down to the last detail lest the entire franchise be invalidated.

There’s a reason the Culture Tsar compared this situation to the Reformation: it’s because this intense form of fandom only makes sense through the lens of religious scripture. The Catholic Church persecuted Protestant Christians because it feared that if erroneous interpretations of Holy Scripture were allowed to take root in society, scores of unsuspecting Christians might be led into heresies that could endanger their eternal souls. Of course, there’s also the more cynical interpretation that Protestantism threatened the religious authority of the church (and the political power that came with it), which is equally viable here. While Protestantism wasn’t particularly democratic in form in those early days, it did represent a broader democratization of the faith by making it possible for Christians to worship in multiple ways.

The Reformation also swept away centuries of Church practices that had little, if any, basis in actual Scripture. In this sense, Protestantism literally changed what it meant to be a Christian. Methods of worship changed, sources of authority shifted, and expectations of behavior were redefined. For devout Catholics who remained invested in pre-Reformation practices, this change represented an existential threat. After all, if minor changes were permitted to gain strength, they could potentially lead to greater heresies down the line.

It might seem glib, if not sacrilegious, to compare Star Wars fandom to the Reformation, but the analogy fits quite well. Longtime Star Wars fans who resent Disney-era Star Wars are largely motivated by a sense that the franchise has been taken from them and redefined by people who lack their deep commitment to the rituals of fandom. Virtually every internal religious conflict in human history boils down to an argument over which sacred texts are considered legitimate. When Disney/Lucasfilm announced that the “Expanded Universe” would no longer be considered canon for the franchise moving forward, it was tantamount to Protestants declaring that numerous Catholic sacraments were no longer necessary elements of salvation.

This argument might seem ridiculous if Star Wars was just another media franchise, but it isn’t. There are people all over the world who have a massive personal investment in this fictional universe. For many people, being a “Star Wars fan” is a form of personal identity every bit as strong as a religious identity. It’s simply not acceptable for them to allow just anyone to experience Star Wars however they want because that would diminish the value of their fandom. They also want to be able to claim a form of scriptural authority. To have someone, especially someone who doesn’t conform to their image of a “true believer”, dictate what is legitimate canon and what is not is the ultimate offense. It’s as if instead of heresy festering at the margins of the Catholic world, it’s being handed down by the Holy See itself (perhaps the controversy over the Second Vatican Council of 1959 would have been a better analogy, but that’s a deeper cut that would take longer to explain and the Culture Tsar isn’t about to rewrite this entire damn post).

And for the true believer, there’s only one way of dealing with heresy…

Star Wars is the most obvious example of this phenomenon, but it’s by no means the only one. Perhaps this is an idea the Culture Tsar will explore in later posts, especially if this little thought experiment manages to generate some controversy. For now though, he’s happy to provide eager readers with an opportunity to make relevant use of all that history they had to learn in school about Martin Luther’s 99 Theses, John Calvin’s Geneva experiment, and the causes of the Thirty Years War.

And if those references mean nothing to you, well, maybe you should put down that dumb Expanded Universe book about the Yuuzhan Vong and catch up on some history…

Why You Should Join a Writing Group

You can find plenty of advice on why joining a writing or critique group helps to improve your writing. Setting aside the rather obvious point that having more eyeballs reviewing your work provides more opportunities for feedback, it’s important to consider some of the benefits of these groups that have nothing to do with your own writing, at least not directly.

The novelist John Gardner once remarked that alcoholism was the primary occupational hazard of the author. As much as I love this comment, I think he mistook the symptom for the cause. The real occupational hazard of the author is isolation. Writing is a very isolating endeavor. You can be as outgoing and socially engaging as you want, but at some point, the only way writing is going to get done is when you sit down alone with the keyboard (or pen and paper if you’re self-consciously old fashioned). Once that process begins, it’s easy to become cut off from anything that’s not directly related to the work at hand.

In some respects, this kind of intense focus is a good thing because it allows you to tune out distractions and pour your creative energy into the writing. At some point, however, you need to come up for air and remember that your project doesn’t exist in a vacuum. Your book isn’t the “only book in the world” even though it often feels that way.

Before joining a newly formed writing group earlier this year, I’d never really associated with other writers. I showed material I was working on with a few close friends, but none of them were writers themselves. After a period of frustration over how to direct my writing energies, I joined the group in the hope it might provide me with new perspectives.

After a few weeks of reading various works in progress, I learned that my approach to writing fiction and the topics I choose to write about are merely a drop of water in a vast ocean. This is something I knew intellectually, of course, but it’s one thing to read completed works you might not normally be drawn to and quite another to engage with the authors of those works as they’re writing them. Discussing and critiquing someone else’s writing isn’t just about the writing itself; it helps you to imagine yourself behind another writer’s keyboard, to understand why and how they write. Learning different approaches and techniques to writing can help you to reevaluate your own creative process, which can be quite valuable if you feel yourself falling into unproductive habits or simply want to try something new.

I think it’s healthy for writers to get out of their own heads every so often, and a good writing/critique group can do a lot to bring their thoughts and assumptions about writing out into the open. If you’re stuck or frustrated with your work, exposing yourself to other writers going through the same struggles might just provide you the perspective you need to get moving forward again.

And yes, you’ll have plenty of knowledgeable people to help critique your works in progress, but you already knew that!

The Culture Tsar: Retro Rewatch Week

Privyet, Comrades!

The Culture Tsar is pleased to be making a return to praising and damning works of popular culture in all their varied forms. This week, he had a rare opportunity to sit down with a few movies he hasn’t seen in quite some time. Sometimes our memories can play strange tricks on us, causing us to elevate or diminish films far beyond their actual merits. Of course, sometimes those memories are entirely accurate. Upon a recent rewatch, for instance, the plot and premise of Prometheus made more sense but that didn’t make the movie any less terrible than the Culture Tsar recalled.

Without further delay, then, let’s take a look at the fruits of this filmwatching labor:

Dragonslayer (1981)

What the Culture Tsar remembers: A decent, but deeply flawed film that’s only memorable for the spectacular dragon effects. For God’s sake, the nerdy, curly haired guy from Ally McBeal plays the hero (Peter MacNicol). If it wasn’t for the dragon (which was THE standard for movie dragons until 2002’s Reign of Fire), nobody would remember this movie.

Upon rewatching: Holy shit, this movie is actually really good! The whole look of the film is great, effectively evoking the dreary, grim environs of 6th-7th century Northern Europe. Aside from a few questionable costuming choices (the king’s garb and the captain of the guard’s dumb helmet), everyone looks like they belong in that pitiful little kingdom. The performances and the writing are much stronger than I remember. Peter MacNicol is great as the unlikely hero, striking a believable balance between bumbling and bravery. While the dragon effects are a bit dated, most of them still hold up quite well. If you enjoy fantasy films, you should absolutely rewatch this one. It’s MUCH better than you remember.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000)

What the Culture Tsar remembers: A stunning film with intense action sequences and fantastic character moments. It lost out to Gladiator for the Best Picture Oscar and the Culture Tsar distinctly recalls bitching about how it was robbed. A modern classic.

Upon rewatching: Eh…maybe not. Time has not been kind to this movie. Maybe the action sequences were far more groundbreaking at the time, but they aren’t particularly impressive by today’s standards. The “flying through the air” stunts are awkward and not very convincing. While many of the character moments are still quite good (Michelle Yeoh and Chow Yun-Fat both deliver standout performances), the movie drags, and the mid-story flashback subplot involving the governor’s daughter and her bandit lover is tedious. While the Culture Tsar still enjoyed the film, it’s definitely dropped quite a bit in his rankings of great films.

Dark City (1998)

What the Culture Tsar remembers: One of the Culture Tsar’s all time favorite films. Wonderfully evocative and creepy, with great character moments and inspired art design.

Upon rewatching: Still one of the Culture Tsar’s favorites. The film’s sets and scenery look a bit different in high definition, which only enhances the sense of artificiality permeating the entire city. That artificiality extends to some of the cast, with William Hurt and Jennifer Connelly both turning in strangely stilted performances that perfectly convey the discomfort just beneath the surface of their characters. Kiefer Sutherland makes a good turn as the crippled doctor, which is all the more interesting considering he would be playing uber-manly man Jack Bauer in 24 just a few years later. This film certainly deserves its reputation as a cult classic.

Predator 2 (1990)

What the Culture Tsar remembers: In a barren wasteland of shitty sequels, Predator 2 managed not to suck. Competent, but not particularly memorable, the best thing you can say about it is that it didn’t embarrass the franchise. What more can you ask from a sequel, really?

Upon rewatching: Turns out, you can ask a whole hell of a lot more. And Predator 2 delivers. WAY better movie than the Culture Tsar remembers! The writing is good, the characters are fun, and the action sequences get quite inventive. Sure, the effects are a bit dated, but they were about as good as could be expected for purely optical effects of the late 1980s. The image of “near future” 1997 Los Angeles as a warzone of gang warfare only seems like a caricature because it didn’t actually turn out that way. Back in the late 1980s at the height of the “war on drugs” and the crack cocaine epidemic, it was a perfectly plausible future. That aside, the movie does a good job of taking the rules established in the first film and building upon them to give the audience something it hasn’t seen before. In fact, Predator 2 is probably only a couple of great one-liners away from being better than the first movie. That might seem like overly high praise, but when you start adding up the memorable sequences, Predator 2 compares to the original quite well.

The Culture Tsar hopes you’ve enjoyed this little exercise and encourages you to take a look at your own backlog of movies you haven’t watched for some time. There might be more gems (or duds) among them than you remember.

Lastly, a special thanks to everyone who migrated over from the old Culture Tsar website. There may come a time when the Culture Tsar branches out to a separate site again, but for now he’s working to keep everything consolidated. Hopefully, that will lead to more posts like this one in the near future.

A New Home for the Culture Tsar

Several years ago, long before The Walls of Dalgorod saw the light of day, I decided to try my hand at blogging. I’d jokingly assumed the title of “Tsar of Popular Culture” among a group of friends after sharing my rather strident opinions (or pronouncements) on the latest music releases of the time, so I used that as a springboard to start a blog called “The Culture Tsar.” I went through periods of sporadic activity, but as I became more focused on writing fiction, it became difficult for me to decide how to manage my author blog along with the Culture Tsar blog.

Generally, I wound up ignoring both of them.

I’d like to start providing more than simple author updates on this website, so in addition to providing occasional writing/editing advice, I’ve decided to migrate the Culture Tsar persona to this page as well. I considered simply reviving the old Culture Tsar website (which is still active over on Blogger), but I don’t want to create a parallel online presence. All future Culture Tsar posts will be flagged as such and placed in a special category accessible from the main website menu for ease of use.

Cyberpunks and Reavers, Oh My…

Yikes, it’s July already? Time to catch up on news.

First and foremost, you can now pick up a physical or ebook copy of the Divergent Fates Anthology on Amazon. The anthology is a collection of stories set in Matthew Cox’s “Divergent Fates” world, the cyberpunk setting for his many novels (such as Virtual Immortality and the Division Zero series). Matthew invited several fellow authors to contribute to the collection and I’m very excited for my story “Sins of the Father” to be a part of it. If you enjoy the stories, be sure to check out his work for more cyberpunk and post-apocalyptic goodness. In addition to being a great writer, Matthew is also the most prolific author I know, so he has plenty of sci-fi goodness waiting for you.

On the upcoming front, my novelette “The Wolf Queen” is finally going to be appearing in print in Hammer of the Gods vol. 2: Ragnarok from Rogue Planet Press. This story has floated around in various ebook forms for a while, but if you want to snag a print copy, the anthology will be available on Lulu on July 10.

That’s all the big news for the moment. I’m going to be at Gen Con again this year, so I’m sure I’ll have something to share about that as we get closer to August. Unfortunately, 12/12 Project updates have been few and far between due to some erratic scheduling. Hopefully that will sort itself out in the near future. In the meantime, I’m considering rolling the 12/12 Project Podcast into a more general subject podcast, but I haven’t worked out all the details yet.

CLICK HERE TO GET A COPY OF THE DIVERGENT FATES ANTHOLOGY.

CLICK HERE TO GET A COPY OF HAMMER OF THE GODS II: RAGNAROK.

Mirona’s Law Now Available in Paperback!

It took a while, but Amazon has finally listed the paperback version of Mirona’s Law. You can click on the link below to order a copy. Also, be sure to leave a review if you enjoyed the book!

CLICK HERE TO ORDER A PAPERBACK COPY OF MIRONA’S LAW.

New 12/12 Project Episode for Cthulhutech

In an effort to make up for the long gap, I’ve  posted a two part 12/12 Project episode focusing on Cthulhutech from Wildfire Press. I’ve been waiting to play this game for several years, so Patrick and I sat down to discuss it in exhausting detail before our first session. We cover a lot of ground and have some strong opinions on many aspects of the game system.

I also recorded a lengthy discussion about gaming, movies, and general nerdiness that I’m editing down for a “bonus” podcast. Should be posted later this week, so keep an eye out for it!

Mirona’s Law Available Now!

The day is finally here! Mirona’s Law is available now in Amazon Kindle format. The paperback version should be following soon, so I’ll be sure to make an announcement when it’s available.

As the second book in the Chronicles of Rostogov series, Mirona’s Law picks up roughly one month after the events of The Walls of Dalgorod. Much of the action takes place in the city of Dalgorod as its leading families vie for political power, but the story also sprawls far beyond the city walls to reveal some of the ancient land’s darkest secrets.

Mirona’s Law also provides a completely new perspective on Rostogov by taking readers deeper into the Krovwood, the vast forest sprawling across the northernmost reaches of the realm, and exploring the culture of its inhabitants, the Idanlucht. Fans of The Walls of Dalgorod will know the Idanlucht better by the name Rostogovians have given them: the Dikarie.

As a teaser, here’s a special sneak peek at the opening pages of Mirona’s Law:

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The southerner screamed when Cáel grabbed his hair and pressed the scian’s obsidian blade against his throat. A quick slash cut through the thin layer of muscle and sliced his windpipe open. Air hissed out from the wound before the blood gushed forth, pouring down the southerner’s face. His shrieking gave way to choked gasps as his lungs frantically pumped their remaining wind into the cold morning air.

A woman knelt beside the southerner’s suspended body, catching his blood in a trencher carved out of tree bark. She muttered incantations under her breath, mixing together the tongues of tribes both living and forgotten. Though young for a cailleach, she went about her grisly work with a practiced confidence.

Cáel stepped back from the dangling southerner. Most of the tribe had gathered to observe the ceremony, crowding in all around their saeglonn and the cailleach. A dreadful silence hung over their encampment, as if the forest itself dared not disturb the sacred ritual.

After the southerner’s blood filled the trencher, the cailleach stood and held it aloft for all the assembled tribesmen to see.

“We make this offering to you, Mother of Our Blood,” she said. “A token of our faithfulness, and a promise to be fulfilled. Accept our humble service, and give us your blessing.”

She stepped toward Cáel and extended the trencher to him. Faint wisps of steam rose from the dark liquid inside. He raised the bloody blade.

“May the Mother claim what is hers by right,” he said as he dipped the scian into the blood.

A chill swept over his skin. The cailleach blinked twice. Between the blinks, Cáel saw something different in her eyes, a presence that vanished as quickly as it appeared.

He pulled the scian out of the trencher. Not a trace of blood remained on its black blade.

The cailleach smiled wide enough to bare her pointed canines.

“Our Mother is with us!”

The tribesmen gathered around them cheered, thrusting their weapons into the air and howling in anticipation of shedding Rostogovian blood.

Cáel knelt before the cailleach as she dipped her fingers into the blood.

“Go now with our Mother’s blessing, Cáel, son of Nuadha, Saeglonn of the Idanlucht.”

She painted a symbol on his face with the southerner’s blood.

“May her fury guide your killing hand.”

When she finished, Cáel rose and turned to the crowd surrounding them.

“Make ready, brothers and sisters! Tonight we bathe in the blood of Rostogov!”

Another cheer went up, this one much louder. Cáel let them revel for a few moments before giving the signal to break camp and march to the edge of the forest. The Rostogovians would be waiting for them there, several thousand strong and supported by cavalry, but the southerners remained ignorant of the Idanlucht’s strength. Cáel’s carefully placed patrols intercepted every scouting party, and the morning’s heavy fog promised to help conceal his overall strategy.

The She-Wolf herself had made the long journey from Dalgorod to lead the campaign. If she fell in battle, the kneeling lords of Rostogov might well turn on each other, just as they did in the days of Cáel’s youth. With no one to coordinate the northern defenses, the Idanlucht would finally be free to retake the lands stolen from their ancestors so long ago. After generations of humiliation and defeat, vengeance was finally close at hand.

Their encampment stood about a mile inside the lightly wooded outskirts of the forest. Although the camp gave the impression of a single, unified force, every Idanlucht warrior recognized the distinct boundaries between the prominent tribes. Cáel’s Scathfaile tribe occupied the core of the encampment, serving as a barrier between the others. The Ilarcrobs camped on the northeast side of the Scathfailes, far from their longtime enemies, the Morbeithirs, who took up position on the opposite side to the southwest. Situated to the northwest, the Finnbrans made sure the rivals remained separated. Several small clans of tribeless warriors filled in the rest of the area surrounding the Scathfaile encampment. While the túathaches acknowledged Cáel’s authority as saeglonn and obeyed his commands, their tribes remained wary of one another.

The warband numbered around four thousand fighters in all. Cáel wished he could have rallied more to his cause, but the Cattridirean tribe of the eastern forest, so seldom united under a single túathach who might be amenable to such an alliance, proved intractable. It remained an impressive force nonetheless, certainly larger than any Idanlucht warband in living memory. Every man and woman there had some fighting experience, though not as part of such a large force. Most of their experience came from raiding settlements south of the forest and fighting the poorly equipped militias that defended them.

Cáel found Fiachra waiting for him outside his hut. Túathach of the Ilarcrobs, Fiachra came from a long line of proud warriors. His father and grandfather before him won great renown fighting the Rostogovians, and many tribal elders expected that he would be the one to unite the tribes once more. It came as a great shock, then, when Cáel bested him in single combat to assert his dominance over the Ilarcrob tribe. The last and most powerful of the túathaches to bend the knee, Fiachra proved a natural choice for Cáel’s deisred, the first among the subordinate túathaches and principal advisor to the saeglonn in all military and political matters.

Tall and muscular, Fiachra wore his long black hair in the traditional fashion among Finnbran warriors, braided into a single, ropy cord that hung down past his shoulders. He bowed his head slightly when Cáel approached.

“Saeglonn.”

All around them, warriors gathered their weapons and donned their armor. Once dressed for battle, they made their way to the southern edge of the encampment. Organization remained loose, with most of the warriors staying close to their kin and trusted friends. Family rivalries within the tribes ran deep, making it impossible for Cáel to reorganize his warband into a more structured fighting force. As much as he despised the Rostogovians, he greatly admired their military organization.

He glanced up at Fiachra.

“Walk with me.”

The deisred fell in beside him and the two followed the steady stream of men marching southward. Cáel waited to speak until Fiachra betrayed a sign of impatience, which manifested this time as a poorly stifled sigh.

“The southerners will expect us to come in strength.”

Fiachra grunted. “They will break, Saeglonn.”

A large group of warriors overtook them and called out Cáel’s name as they went past. Cáel slapped his fist against his chest in response, which made them shout with approval. Clad in hardened animal hides and armed with their wooden clolorgs, their fearsome appearance was sure to terrify the southerners.

But they were not gathering to attack a poorly defended village. Cáel wondered how many of such raids ended at the first sight of a well-armed garrison force.

“Some of them, maybe,” he said. “But not the She-Wolf. Not the Iron Bear.”

Fiachra scowled. “It makes no matter. Even they cannot stand against so many.”

Cáel stopped. Fiachra took another two steps before halting to look back at him.

“What does my deisred advise, then?”

Fiachra measured his reply, perhaps wondering whether or not the question was a trick to make him look foolish. Had he not been genuinely interested in the deisred’s opinion, Cáel might have enjoyed his discomfort.

“We must hit them fast, find some way to get behind them and cut them off.”

Cáel nodded. “Agreed. But what about their horsemen?”

Fiachra shrugged. “We have spears. If they charge us, we can—”

“They won’t. The horsemen will wait until we’re fighting, then run us down from behind and drive us into their army’s steel.”

“What then?”

Cáel surveyed the encampment. The thick fog showed no signs of dissipating anytime soon. Even on the open field beyond the forest, visibility would be severely limited. The southerners might even have difficulty making out the tree line from the far side of the field, leaving them slow to react to the warband’s movements.

“Have the Morbeithirs take position at the forefront. Tell them I’ve given them the honor of breaking the horsemen.”

Fiachra glared down at him. “Saeglonn, you promised me that my people would draw first blood.”

Cáel smiled.

“Promised” is a strong word.

“I have a better gift for you,” he said. “You will help me strike the killing blow. Gather your fighters to the right of the Morbeithirs, but keep well clear of them. I’ll place the Scathfailes to their left.”

The formation would leave significant gaps in their ranks. Fiachra bit his lower lip, plainly uncomfortable with the proposal. He had enough fighting experience to know that if the Rostogovian cavalry penetrated their lines, then the battle promised to end swiftly and bloodily.

“Bring the túathaches and their kinfolk to me when you’ve finished. When it begins, we must act as one.”

Fiachra went back to scowling. “Saeglonn, I don’t think it’s wise to—”

“That will be all, Deisred.”

Cáel glanced down at Fiachra’s clenched fists. He placed his hand over the clolorg dangling from his belt. “Unless you’d care to revisit what’s already been settled?”

He glared at Fiachra, his gaze stern and unblinking. Although the deisred outweighed him by several stones, Cáel knew a tiny, nagging sting of doubt festered in Fiachra’s mind. He waited for it to come to the surface, watched for the faint quavering of the eyelids that always accompanied the realization.

The doubt gave way to shame, and Fiachra looked away. “No, Saeglonn.”

“Good,” Cáel said. “Then carry my words to the túathaches before they think to strike out on their own.”

Fiachra nodded curtly and strode off, leaving Cáel standing near the edge of the encampment. He joined the horde of warriors marching southward and soon disappeared into the fog. Cáel wondered how frightened the southerners would be to see them emerge from the fog, weapons raised as they screamed for blood.

The thought made him smile.

But not so much as the image of a panicked Rostogovian driving a spear into Fiachra’s chest.

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Mirona’s Law is available now on Amazon. If you enjoy this second installment of the Chronicles of Rostogov, be sure to take a few moments and leave a review on the Amazon page. If you missed the first book, The Walls of Dalgorod, now is a perfect time to get started! The first installment is available in both ebook and paperback format.

Mirona’s Law is Almost Here!

It’s hard to believe, but the big day is almost here! Mirona’s Law will finally be available this Tuesday (April 18).

As the second book in the Chronicles of Rostogov series, Mirona’s Law picks up roughly one month after the events of The Walls of Dalgorod. Much of the action takes place in the city of Dalgorod as its leading families vie for political power, but the story also sprawls far beyond the city walls to reveal some of the ancient land’s darkest secrets.

The ebook version will be available on April 18, with the paperback following shortly afterward. Here’s a special sneak peak at the cover:

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