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The Wild: ebook now available

Wednesday, December 18th, 2013

The Wild by Linda NagataOver the past eleven months I’ve serialized my high fantasy novel The Wild here on my blog. It’s still available to read for free. Find the beginning here.

But if you’d like to read it in a more convenient form, the ebook is now available — but only at my Mythic Island Press webstore. It’s a DRM-free version, available in both EPUB and MOBI formats.

The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. It’s not for everyone. That’s why I’m offering a 25-chapter extended sample for free download. If you’re still reading after twenty-five chapters (there are forty-seven in all), the book is probably for you. Find the download in my webstore. The same link will let you buy the book.

I hope you’ll give it a try. Let me know if you do, and what you think of it.

The Wild: Chapter 33

Friday, August 23rd, 2013

The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. Except for a handful of printed advance-reader-copies (ARCs) created in 2011 to test the market, it’s never been published—until now. I’m serializing it on my blog, one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy.

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Snowy Mountains. Artist: Sarah Adams

~ Part 6: The Winter War ~

Chapter 33

Pantheren, Jakurian and Zavoy retreated with all haste before the storm, but they were not fast enough to outrun it. A blizzard rolled over them. Its swirling snows hid them from the arowl, but hampered their return. The horses grew exhausted and could not carry them. They walked the last miles in deep snow. When they finally won their way back to the cavern, there was nothing there for the horses to eat. So the poor creatures were slaughtered as the light faded on that day, and what meat remained on them was taken and preserved against the many days of winter still to be faced.
Pantheren’s fingers and toes ached from the cold and he was feverish and fell into a deep sleep filled with nightmares of leering arowl faces. But all that night Halméd chanted the healing spell and when Pantheren awoke his fever was gone.

He washed himself, and Lehe came to him with a clean shirt and took away his soiled one. Then he settled himself by the fire. His face was composed, but his heart was broken and on its crumbled fortifications he waged a great battle against despair.

Lanyon had gone on.

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The Wild: Chapter 32

Friday, August 16th, 2013

The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. Except for a handful of printed advance-reader-copies (ARCs) created in 2011 to test the market, it’s never been published—until now. I’m serializing it on my blog, one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy.

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Snowy Mountains. Artist: Sarah Adams
Chapter 32

Bennek was awakened in the night by an onslaught of fear—not his own fear—it came to him from afar, from out of the north, a terror too faint for words, brushing the edge of his senses and sending his heart into hammering panic. Lanyon, Lanyon. Not for a moment did he doubt it was her.
Has Édan found you?

Bennek feared it was so. Jahallon had not yet launched his promised war against the sorcerer. He could not do it—not when all of Habaddon’s warriors were needed to defend the Protected Lands against Siddél’s unending assaults.

Bennek arose in the dark and dressed.

There was nothing he could do to help her.

Yet he needed to do something.

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The Wild: Chapter 31

Friday, August 9th, 2013

The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. Except for a handful of printed advance-reader-copies (ARCs) created in 2011 to test the market, it’s never been published—until now. I’m serializing it on my blog, one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy.

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Snowy Mountains. Artist: Sarah Adams

~ Part 5: Season of Storm ~

Chapter 31

On the night of the Solstice, Lanyon had volunteered to keep the midnight watch. She stood beside the windows, wrapped up against the cold in the coat the Snow Chanter had given her, her breath steaming on the quiet air. She had the talisman with her, strapped across her back in its carry case, as was her custom. She also had near at hand her bow and three arrows. Her fingers ached with the cold, so she kept her hands plunged deep in her pockets.
Outside, the snow-covered forest glittered under starlight. On this night the arowl were silent. Nothing moved in the forest and no sound reached her ears. Even the merry-making within the keep had fallen into silence.

So when she heard the creak of the rope bridge, she turned about with a start.

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The Wild: Chapter 30

Friday, August 2nd, 2013

The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. Except for a handful of printed advance-reader-copies (ARCs) created in 2011 to test the market, it’s never been published—until now. I’m serializing it on my blog, one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy.

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Mist & River. Artist: Sarah Adams
Chapter 30

Tears streaked Kaliel’s face as he returned to the stream, a full hour after Bennek had fallen to the tiger. It had taken him that long to master his horse. Kina had come upon him as he struggled with the panicked animal, but when she saw Bennek was not with him, she disappeared again.
Kaliel rode with bow in hand, an arrow fitted to the string. He did not expect to find even Bennek’s body—tigers were said to carry their prey away to secret places—but he would look. He would make sure no hope remained.

So he was overcome with astonishment when he saw amid the mottled shadows a wounded figure walking in halting steps. It was Bennek, he knew it, for Kina stalked protectively beside him, yet Kaliel feared she escorted a ghost. He reined in his horse. “Bennek,” he called softly. “Is it truly you?”

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The Wild: Chapter 29

Friday, July 26th, 2013

The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. Except for a handful of printed advance-reader-copies (ARCs) created in 2011 to test the market, it’s never been published—until now. I’m serializing it on my blog, one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy.

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Owl on branch. Artist: Sarah Adams
Chapter 29

All through the late fall and the winter that followed, the warriors of Habaddon who kept watch on the southern bank of the Glycian were ever busy.
Arowl gathered in the woodlands north of the river in numbers that had never before been seen. The sounds of their baying and fighting carried over the rushing water. Sometimes the beasts would come down among the trees to the water’s edge, howling and growling with bows in hand, but the river was wider than the reach of their crude arrows.

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The Wild: Chapter 28

Friday, July 19th, 2013

The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. Except for a handful of printed advance-reader-copies (ARCs) created in 2011 to test the market, it’s never been published—until now. I’m serializing it on my blog, one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy.

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The Grasslands. Artist: Sarah Adams
Chapter 28

On the next day Jahallon’s elder son Uleál came to the house to tell Bennek that Sage Hedril had departed the city. “Jahallon spoke with her last night. She denied all spell-making—”
“But she did call a spell against me!” Bennek protested.

“I do not doubt it, but she would not confess it. And now she has used her skills to slip away unseen. It’s for the best though. We would be in fear of her, now we know she can bewitch a mind.”

There was a chill in the air as they sat together in the courtyard; it was a cold that made Bennek’s leg ache. “I did not know before that such a thing was possible. I’ll be ever on my guard against it.”

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The Wild: Chapter 27

Friday, July 12th, 2013

The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. Except for a handful of printed advance-reader-copies (ARCs) created in 2011 to test the market, it’s never been published—until now. I’m serializing it on my blog, one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 27

The sun was well up when Bennek wakened to a lively whispering in the garden court. When he looked around, he discovered two small shadows consulting together on the sliding door’s paper screen. The door was not pulled quite all the way shut; a moment later the face of a small boy appeared in the gap. He had close-cut dark-brown hair and bright eyes. “He is awake!” the boy announced to his companion. The door slid wide and a second boy—a year or two older than the first—stepped through. He paid Bennek a deep bow. “My name is Teller, sir, and this is my brother Anders.” Anders was bearing a great pile of clothes. He tried to bow, but he couldn’t do more than nod his head or he would have spilled his burden to the floor.
Bennek grinned. “Well met, Teller and Anders. My name is Bennek of Samokea.”

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The Wild: Chapter 26

Friday, July 5th, 2013

The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. Except for a handful of printed advance-reader-copies (ARCs) created in 2011 to test the market, it’s never been published—until now. I’m serializing it on my blog, one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy.

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Tree and stones; artist Sarah Adams

~ Part 4: Habaddon ~

Chapter 26

Bennek? Do you remember the chant I spoke over you?

Bennek smiled to hear her voice, so close and intimate in his ear. “I remember it perfectly.” To prove it, he envisioned her, seated behind him, her hands on his forehead as she chanted from beginning to end a long verse of strange syllables. “I don’t know the meaning of any of those words,” he admitted.

They are not words. They are the name of a spell that lives within the Fourth Way. Speak the name, and if you can find within yourself the will of the Inyomere, you will call the spell to you.

At first the syllables were awkward on his tongue, but he practiced the name again and again until at last the spell stirred, and came to him. In a flush of warmth it swept past his skin, through his flesh, all the way to his bones. His awareness turned inward to follow it. It led him deep within the astonishing structure of his body. He saw the flaws that were in him, split bone and riven flesh, and he tasted a looming poison; but the spell carried the poison away, even as it smoothed the torn edges of his wounds.

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The Wild: Chapter 25

Friday, June 28th, 2013

The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. Except for a handful of printed advance-reader-copies (ARCs) created in 2011 to test the market, it’s never been published—until now. I’m serializing it on my blog, one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy.

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Mountains & River. Artist: Sarah AdamsChapter 25

The next morning Lanyon again arose early and went to look out the cliff windows, but she hesitated on the bridge when she saw Zavoy standing watch. He beckoned to her. “You do not need to fear me.”

She approached reluctantly. Zavoy had forced Gonly to stand before the people and confess his violence, and afterward to suffer the stern rebuke of his kin; but in the end it was agreed Gonly had been misled by the ghost Renthian, and after he swore his loyalty to Zavoy, he was forgiven.

Lanyon looked on Zavoy’s haggard face and suspected he had not forgiven himself. She wondered if he had slept at all.

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