new novella: What Rough Beast?

 

Among the yak nomads, rowdy, restless young have thrown themselves into a cult of were-beasts ridden by unknown spirits, and they stalk Goatskin. 

They feel evil: evil by the lights of the intruder Temple, or by the banned old beliefs? And the shaman Goatskin searches for – a sad old man who set off on a quest his people call insane – what beast does he impossibly grapple? 

In the starry high meadows, what inhabits the night? Whose evil?

 

My new novella from Brackenbury Books, What Rough Beast?, is out on June 15th.

You can pre-order now from the publisher’s website brackenburybooks.com

Every tale of Goatskin is a standalone — and I’m likely to urge people to start with the latest, since that’s what I’m most in love with — but events in this one do follow on from Waste Flowers, found in Double-Edged Sword & Sorcery, where I am back to back with a novella by Dariel R.A. Quiogue.

I’ve done a few interviews over the past six months, if you’d like to catch me on the new novella and Goatskin’s tales in general.

Rebecca Buchanan at Forests Haunted by Holiness, her pagan-themed blog

SE Lindberg at Blackgate, in his series on Beauty in Weird Fiction

Erik at Breakeven Books

Eric de Roulet at Sad but Building Worlds, in a joint interview with Dariel Quiogue and me around the subject ‘Writing Power Struggles on the Steppe’

As ever, my great thanks to Oliver Brackenbury, editor and publisher at Brackenbury Books and New Edge Sword & Sorcery Magazine. He is fantastic to work with, and has given my writing a new lease of life. And, forever, ginormous thanks to sister of the century — and last — Julie Bozza, without whom writing would not be writ, nor life lived.

Cover art by Goran Gligović, with a black & white frontispiece by Linnea Sterte and a map by Caster Jones

Goatskin novelette in NESS 2026

 

 


New Edge Sword & Sorcery
is gearing up for its crowdfund of the year’s issues from Feb 12.

Here’s me in 2026 with the cover story for #8, a 12,000-word novelette. In the utterly gorgeous art by Jimmy Makepeace you see my Goatskin and her Mongol friend Tahilga as they explore the gravesite sanctuary of Elteresh the Blest, Elteresh Qutluq, of the Gok or Blue Turks.

In a fit of enthusiasm I threw onto Bluesky:

 

It’s true, with this one I am gunning for those saga-inflected classics of sword & sorcery, and even more than usual, I am out to prove steppe history, steppe culture every bit as worthy for heroic fantasy as European medieval traditions. The story is about knights and wild heroes, steppe-style, and dips into writings from the Orkhon inscriptions of the Gok Turks to the Secret History of the Mongols. Those familiar with Amgalant know I love to stitch their poetry, their epic- and history-writing into my fiction.

For these issues I have also interviewed Jessica Amanda Salmonson, which has been a great honour and a joy. This follows my profile of JAS in NESS #3. The interview is to accompany a poem cycle of hers, original to New Edge Sword & Sorcery Magazine.

Please do pledge your axe at the sign-up page to be notified of the Backerkit campaign.

By me in December

(buy me in December? hey)

A post to celebrate what’s come out in December with work by me.

New Edge Sword & Sorcery #5, #6

find at newedgeswordandsorcery.com

In these I have three items.

A story, #5 – this was a crowdfund extra, so I said in the Discord I’d listen to requests. Carl asked for: ‘Goatskin drinks milk alone in the grass, maybe slowly roasting something. Can it be at night? So she can see the stars and it’s all liminal? I just want 6000 words of her thoughts.’ (But do not worry, dear reader: this extra story was shorter than the NESS usual; I was given 2500 words). Bearji suggested Old Goatskin, which I’d had in mind for a while myself. While Nicholas Diak threw in food that talks back to her?? And then Nathan Long put a loop in that with ‘Hallucinating a conversation with the goat she is eating, which caused the hallucinations.’

These strange requests came together in ‘The Change’, a story that looks back upon the Mongol conquests, with its changes to the world and its traumas to Goatskin. There also fed into this story a couple of episodes of madness in my past and my treatment for post-traumatic stress disorder two years ago. So, not breezy, but I gave Goatskin the age I am now, and being a happy post-madperson (look, it’s absurd how happy I am on a lot of days), not dismal.

Read to the David Bowie song. Change, my people: it’s happened before, it’ll happen again.

Art by Savanna Mayer (@well_dipper) for ‘The Change’

 

A poem, #5 – ‘Sword & Sorcery I: It belongs to you’ is an invitation to Sword & Sorcery. At least, if you like dog’s suet and goat’s pizzle I suppose.

A profile, #6 – ‘Raw: Janrae Frank and Chimquar the Lionhawk’. In which I get to profile a Sword & Sorcery author who fell by the wayside, but whose story in Amazons! wowed me in 1979, or shortly afterward – I can’t remember when I acquired that anthology. This was an honour and a thrill to write.

Chimquar art for my Janrae Frank profile by Chuah Shih Shin (@sscindyss_art)

Beating Hearts & Battle-Axes

Has gone out to crowdfund backers; official release is January, when it’ll be available to everybody. I might write a blog post then, if I’m cheeky enough, about my story’s inspirations. In brief, as I said on Bluesky,

(find me on Bluesky, quite often: @brynhammond.bsky.social )

The queer joy is strong in this one, and we also eat a few of the rich.

What Rough Beast?

Art by Goran Gligović. I am thrilled with this cover.

~excerpt~

They did not light a fire. Stars were thrown spectacularly close up here. No moon was out.

Until a glow slid through chinks in stone on the far side of the ring, behind cultists who turned to the encounter in a stance with lifted arms, pale flares licking at them like disastrous meteors, and slowly the moon loomed above the rim. As spooky a moon as Duz had seen, with as near a thing to a face: a blistered, cracked, eroded face, bleary eyes in heavy pouches, an old person’s slobbery pout. A monstrous moon.

It seemed their signal.

Down at the fair the young had favoured city liquor, mash you buy cheap in the wine shops – even though summer was the time for fermented milk in frothy vats, sweet and astringent, a sting and a tang on the tongue. Duz had indulged to bloat on bubbly milk. Now the stick insect Duz had leapt carts against dragged out a night-black yak calf and quickly slit its throat. They caught its blood in a leather pail, and then they poured in milk – milk others freshly squeezed from the dead calf’s mother’s teats, a clump of them around her to hide what they had done. But she smelt the blood and was suspicious, and she struggled free: they flung the carcass downslope and she bellowed, her whitened eyes on that limp arc, and the yak cow blundered away after her child.

Raw milk and fresh blood, swirled together in a pail, and the stick insect first dipped a ladle and swallowed. Others followed him. One by one the cultists crouched and partook of this filthy drink.

Duz almost heaved up her belly of fermented milk. The smell alone made her queasy.

And the smell took her back, took her back to Ominan, though the last shaman’s ceremony she witnessed must be fifteen years ago. Raw milk, fresh blood, was the concoction a community gave its shaman, because it was spirits’ food, an anti-food a human stomach turned to think of. At Ominan people fed the shaman laughing, for he was not quite human, he was one too with the spirits, he belonged on both levels of existence. People prepared a pail for him with exaggerated displays of disgust, and teased him with the treat, for in his trance he was the victim of a more-than-human hunger, a crazed desire for this strange sustenance, and when they let him at it he lapped and splashed, his head right in the pail, the picture of a wolf deranged with thirst.

Nobody drinks an animal’s milk from the teat, and blood you put in sausages or soup. People cook.

 

What Rough Beast? 

Among the yak nomads, rowdy, restless young have thrown themselves into a cult of were-beasts ridden by unknown spirits, and they stalk Goatskin.

They feel evil: evil by the lights of the intruder Temple, or by the banned old beliefs? And the shaman Goatskin searches for – a sad old man who set off on a quest his people call insane – what beast does he impossibly grapple?

In the starry high meadows, what inhabits the night? Whose evil?

What Rough Beast?, my second Goatskin novella (each a standalone), is being crowdfunded as one of four novellas from Brackenbury Books. Find us on Backerkit September 9-30. Here’s the link — do click and give us a look, and I hope support. 

New Edge Sword & Sorcery Novellas 2025 

 

The excerpt above is from early on in the story; you can hear it in situ as publisher Oliver Brackenbury reads the first couple of chapters. 

Meanwhile I have an interview out at Black Gate, part of S E Lindberg’s series on Art & Beauty in Weird Fantasy. This was right up my alley, and a perfect excuse to ramble about my Decadent influences in both Goatskin novellas, Waste Flowers and What Rough Beast? Beauty, the stranger places one can find it, has always been a fascination of mine, and likely to be a presence in whatever I write. 

Black Gate interview

 

Waste Flowers: sources and influences

photo by Carl Ellis (@carlc75.bsky.social)

Here’s a smatter of sources and influences for my novella Waste Flowers, published in May as half of Double-Edged Sword & Sorcery.

1927, before the roads were too-travelled. On the brink of railways and the forgetting of journeys by camel. Owen Lattimore is a great writer, say what else you like, and I have stolen from him certain ethics and habits of camel men — over a large gap of time from Sogdian Traders: A History by Étienne de la Vaissière, but one does what one can to flesh out the sparse medieval sources.

Earlier travel. Go as early as you can with your travel accounts, and grasp over the space between French priests sent to spy on khans in the thirteenth century, and French priests out to wander in the nineteenth. Huc and Gabet have given me oddments from songs to animal behaviour: rich, lively, less rude than other old travels about Mongols and their way of life.

A great book for background on foreigners and reception of the foreign in Tang, but the photo is a stand-in for a more particular source: my most-consulted unpublished thesis (MA), Lee Chamney’s ‘The An Shi Rebellion and Rejection of the Other in Tang China’. I find this fascinating on an interaction of poetry and politics. ‘Just as the genre of frontier poetry briefed officials on what to expect at the frontier, it also briefed Xuanzong on how to understand the wars he commanded.’ How poetry shaped politics and not the other way around. I think the researcher writes SFF now.

Tang China’s ‘anti-foreign turn’ runs through my story. Nimgart’s little disquisition on how frontier poetry cemented the Walls, owes entirely to Lee Chamney.

Now we come to the people-eaters.

When my bandits sit around and discuss the end of aristocracy in Tang, and attribute it to the sheer destruction caused by That Terrible Bandit, they make the argument of this book.

For a quote on Huang Chao’s use of civilians as rations, and other incidents of people-eating, see my old post ‘They Eat People in the City’: three anecdotes.

These are what I turned to in preparation: old influences of mine that I felt the need to revisit, to stoke a mood.

Beauty and evil entwined in mine, so I went to Baudelaire. A website devoted to his Flowers of Evil gives you several English translations. This time around, I liked his Litany to Satan the most.

I was to write criminals, so I go to Jean Genet — again, for perverse beauty. My criminals always and indelibly owe to Dostoyevsky, but I think I talked about him in interviews (you can find more, much more, in the interviews I did when our crowdfund was on: collected here).

In the end, these two named my novella: between Flowers of Evil and Genet’s Our Lady of the Flowers, I went with the title Waste Flowers.

A few interviews

As our crowdfund closes (you can view the results) and I emerge from a whirl of activity, let me save here a few interviews I gave. Eric, Adam and Trish asked about both my historical fiction and my sword & sorcery — and where the line is crossed, how I experienced the difference between those modes.

I got the chance to talk about things I’ve mulled over for years. Certainly a perquisite of having a book out. Gratitude to Oliver Brackenbury, my publisher, for drumming up press opportunities, and to Eric de Roulet, Adam McPhee and Trish Matson for asking intriguing questions.

Eric de Roulet on his blog Sad But Building Worlds

part 1 ‘World-building, but it’s medieval Mongolia’

part 2 ‘Gender, sexuality, and marginalized lives in historical fiction’

This was an in-depth interview that we had to stretch over two parts, about writing in historical settings.

Adam McPhee at Adam’s Notes substack
An interview with Bryn Hammond

About my vision/version of Tchingis Khan, who Goatskin is, and the historical turn in sword & sorcery.

Trish E Matson on her blog What’s the Word Now?
A triple interview with Oliver Brackenbury, Bryn Hammond and Dariel Quiogue

Oliver is the publisher, and Dariel my steppe brother with the other half of our Mongol Double. In my segment: Goatskin, her wanderlust, her love life, and what she means to me.

NESS Short Story Panel Discussion

This discussion of my short story ‘Sister Chaos’ and Dariel’s ‘The Demon of Tashi Tzang’ was a sheer joy for me to watch, and offers keen insights into each of our stories. It neatly contrasts our writing styles and is a great way to gain an idea of the sort of thing you’ll find  in our novellas on these characters, back to back in the Double.

I’ve never had a panel on a work of mine before — and such a generous one too. Quite the experience. And seriously, bless Kirk for liking the poetry.

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The book is expected out in April 2025. Preorders up soon at the New Edge Sword & Sorcery shop, where issues of the magazine with my Goatskin short stories are also available.

Extra
I liked this interview with Kevin Beckett for Just the Axe, Ma’am, a discontinued newsletter, so here’s the text:

  1. What was the work that made you fall in love with reading? What was the work that made you fall in love with writing? What work made you fall in love with Sword & Sorcery?

With reading? I’m going to say The Once and Future King by T.H. White. For one thing, he loves and conveys Malory, but add in his acrobatics tumbling from comedy to tragedy, his British antics, his witty games with words at sentence level. He writes Nazi ants, he writes the quest for ethics, he writes Lancelot’s psychology of self-hatred and his climb to sainthood of a sort. White threw in everything he was and cared about and the kitchen sink. He wrote as if nobody was listening, as if fiction mattered more than life. It did to me, after that experience.

With writing? Not certain what you intend, but Algernon Swinburne’s Poems and Ballads (1866) addicted me to the sound of words. He gets bagged for that – more sound than sense – but in his strong work that intoxication with language is the sail to his ship, and I have cared about how my sentences sound out loud ever since.

With Sword & Sorcery? Hard to remember where that began. It must have been Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser, or else Night’s Master and Death’s Master by Tanith Lee if those count as S&S. Mostly, Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser gave me a thirst for fiction that was barbarians – and lowlifes – on adventure. I picked up anything fantasy with a barbarian on the cover, although that led me to a bad place or two in the late 70s-80s.

  1. Who are Goatskin and Sister Chaos, and why do you tell their tales?

After writing the above I thought, oh, a barbarian and a lowlife in friendship – that’s my two.

Goatskin is a nomad. To do something different after my Mongol novels I placed her inside a settled society, where nomads are scorned and their way of life illegal. In history, on the fringes between steppe and sown, nomads were often force-settled – as they are, in the same places, today. For my S&S, I didn’t want to half-arse the social contempt my hero faces. Conan walks into a bar, everybody’s intimidated and a lot of the men want to be him: that’s not outsidery enough for me. If Goatskin tried to walk into your average fantasy tavern or your real historical inn, she’d likely be thrown out, at least insulted. That’s the position I want to start from with my S&S main. Why? I want S&S to get down and dirty and real with its outsider representation.

And Sister Chaos? She’s a bandit, based on a historical bandit Yang Miaozhen. I have shifted her from North China into Tangut, where they had a bandit refuge too, but she seizes her chances in the Mongol invasions just like Yang Miaozhen – who as a commoner and a woman, found the chaos of the times gave her opportunity to do the otherwise impossible. My bandit is my argument on behalf of chaos. I see fantasy metaphysics where chaos is a negative and I ask, why? Order’s rarely on my side. Also, I come across S&S that takes conventional society’s attitude to bandits, and I think, what is S&S for if not to see the dispossessed and even anti-social point of view? My bandit bible is Eric Hobsbawm’s Bandits, and its leads into real-life accounts.

  1. You have moved from meticulously researched historical fiction to writing a secondary world still inspired by medieval Mongolian culture. What have you noticed most after writing in both genres?

That effort to be meticulously researched was a feat I sustained over nine years, and I feel I’m on holiday now. I still want to talk about history, there are still things I want to tell you about historical peoples, so my S&S has remained strongly historical, at least in the Goatskin tales. But you can write with more symbolism, you can make your metaphors come to life as monsters, you can put things, conflicts, as physical confrontations. I’m still exploring what you can do in S&S.

  1. You also write poetry. What do you enjoy about poetry you wish to impart to a reader?

The bulk of my poetry practice has been about oral epics or early written-down works that owe to oral epics. Epic is my first love, and the later fantastika that was called romance. Before I abandoned the European medieval in favour of steppe epic, I spent years with Beowulf: a translation that instilled in me, indelibly, its habit of alliteration. Then medieval Turkic and Mongol poetry works on similar structures of head-rhyme and a counterpoint syntax, and even shares a few ‘Heroic Age’ habits of mind.

When writing a version of the Secret History of the Mongols, I had a fine excuse to slip into poetic patches in my prose, because the Secret History slips between them. In reported speech, Mongols themselves slip into verse for emphasis, for solemnity, or for emotion. I strongly feel that those of us who write in heroic societies – probably an old-fashioned term now – ought to do justice to their oral arts.

The other thing I want to do with poetry is write settings of Mongol history, inspired by poet-historian C.P. Cavafy, who wrote a body of work on Late Antique Alexandria and its surrounds.

  1. We find inspiration everywhere. What is a favourite painting, a favourite song, a favourite film?

Painting: Gustave Moreau. ‘Sappho on the Rocks’, since that was cover art for my copy of Moorcock’s Gloriana, and introduced me to Moreau. The ornate, excessive, perverse iconography of his style led me into a fascination with the belated, crumbling Romanticism that was the Decadent period, its painting and writing.

Song: David Bowie. 70s. ‘Sweet Thing’ can stand for most 70s Bowie. The effort to capture ‘Sweet Thing’ in story, convert its mood into a different medium, was a constant inspiration or aspiration. Bowie’s lyrics were up there with a few poets. In that song, the ambivalence, the bizarre juxtapositions, the range and changes, were what a whole opera ought to be.

Film: I’m going to cheat and give a television series, that helped teach me to write: Blakes 7. It’s known for its anti-heroes and its questioning of our crew’s actions – violence in the service of a cause – but also for putting outright space fascists on screen and locating us in the resistance. The interpersonal areas of grey just taught you to be subtle, and it was great at punchy conversations too.

  1. As someone who’s written a two-part novel about Chinggis Khan, what is one fact you wish more people knew about him?

It’d be easy to answer a question, what do people think they know, and you want to tell them it’s either untrue or unattested? There’s a lot in that category.

Fact. Facts are tricky where almost everything is a matter of interpretation, and of learning how to interpret. However, I’d like people to understand that for a thirteenth-century figure, we have amazingly rich material about his insides. The Secret History of the Mongols has memoirs from people who were intimate with him, and even, it seems to me, his own anecdotes. His own anecdotes – like the Secret History in general – are not self-aggrandising, either. The concern – his concern, I argue – was to write an honest history.

I’d like people to know you can probably hear Chinggis Khan’s own voice if you listen hard to the Secret History. And you should, because it’s a world classic – as newly acknowledged by its inclusion, in 2023, in Penguin Classics. Jump on it.

  1. The First Wave of Sword & Sorcery is when it was formed in Weird Tales of the 1930s and 1940s. The Second Wave is when it rose high from the 1960s to the 1980s. The Third Wave is now. What is one work from each wave you want everyone to read?

First Wave. C.L. Moore, and to avoid too much controversy I’ll give ‘The Dark Land’. It exhibits what I like about Moore: she’s painterly, with figurative landscapes, impressionist emotions, a language lush and stark at the same time, that draws value from repetitions like poetry or folk epic. Actually I think ‘Black God’s Shadow’ is a gigantic masterpiece, but that takes a big screed to even talk about.

Second Wave. My weird answer to this is — the toughest wave to answer on — is going to be ‘The Lamia and Lord Cromis’ by M. John Harrison. I simply love his writing, how suffused with strange moods it is; and in this late phase of the Viriconium sequence, how the story sabotages itself, but only to haunt you, to leave you in a state of disturbance because you can’t pin down the emotion you feel. That’s what a second wave ought to do.

Third Wave. At the moment, Sometime Lofty Towers is my lofty peak in contemporary S&S. Not that I don’t look forward to the day when it finds a rival. A rival in the revival. That’s David C. Smith, who’s been around for ages, but like Late Yeats or Late Shakespeare, the late phase is a sting in the tail, it’s layered, it’s saturated in experience, it’s complex and disconcertingly simple.

  1. You have a novella coming up in this Crowdfunder. What does it promise to the reader?

I can do one of those strings of oddments: you’ll meet the fossil bones the Gobi is famous for; camels with two humps and none; the Mongol king of the dead; ghosts of steppe-sown conflict going back a thousand years; and of course, perturbing flowers.

Oliver [Brackenbury] had the fantastic idea to put me back to back with Dariel Quiogue for a Mongol Double, written by ‘steppe siblings’. You get two looks at Chinggis Khan, and even two looks at his enigmatic friend-enemy, in history Jamuqa. Dariel cares deeply about including Forgotten Asia – Asia beyond China and Japan — in fantasy fiction. By the end of this Double Edge you’ll be soaked in Mongol atmosphere and mood. You’ll shut the book – both sides – and say, Huh. The Northern Thing, vaunted in fantasy circles? Not just Europe.

That’s our promise.

  1. What do you have lined up next after this novella?

I’m plotting a follow-up novella, and I’ll be writing that for the next months. Working title What Rough Beast?, and wading into areas where I got my feet wet in Waste Flowers, or the other Goatskin tales. Big ambitions for this one.

  1. Why should people care about Sword & Sorcery?

You don’t have to care, but there’s an opportunity here for a type of fantasy you may want in your life. I especially call out to folk who are marginalized in their lives, because S&S is shaped as a fantasy of outsiders. You don’t win kingdoms here, you don’t commonly win enough to change your life or change the world – who does? Not that we have to be pessimistic in S&S, but we like to stay real. It doesn’t support legitimacy or lineage, it can’t be on the side of the patriarchy though ye olde examples often didn’t see an illogic in that. It’s anti-power in its axioms, it’s yours to come and play.

  1. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

You get to hear about my own life now. Don’t forget, I learnt my awkward honesty from Chinggis Khan.

Yesterday I was doing my stint at a second-hand charity shop. It’s enforced work for poverty wages, in a scheme for over-55s who’ve been out of work. Exploitative but we muck about and laugh, and have each other’s backs in a way embattled comrades of the sword should understand. So, my workmates made me laugh yesterday, but we don’t need much excuse to set us off.

I don’t try to tell them that they, too, fuel my writing of Sword & Sorcery. But they do.

Chinggis Khan goes S&S: our Mongol Double

 

A Mongol Double? Two novellas, where both feature fantasy-Chinggis Khan, at the frontier between the steppe and China? – that contested frontier, that freight of history, that rich and wild inspiration for story?

Brackenbury Books presents Double-Edged Sword & Sorcery. One book, back to back novellas: Walls of Shira Yulun by Dariel R.A. Quiogue, Waste Flowers by Bryn Hammond.

Continuity, for those who have read my Amgalant? You’ll see Tchingis Khan, you’ll see Jamuqa, you’ll see my Hodoe Aral woman Tahilga, just as you knew them in my historical novels. What’s more, you’ll get a look at history post-Amgalant: how does Tchingis go about his war with North China? What helps and hinders him?

Sword & Sorcery heads, who haven’t read my historicals, don’t worry: no knowledge is assumed. You can come in without a clue about Mongols, and my Mongols in particular.

People on this blog might know me, or else they can poke around my posts and find out. But let me introduce Dariel R.A. Quiogue, in his own words. I recommend this post, where Dariel talks about his motivations in fantasy fiction: Forgotten Asia, beyond China and Japan, and his personal perspective on colonialism:

If sword and sorcery is a literary form of rebellion, then my rebellion is against the veneer of Latin civilization, digging for an identity I can accept as my own. So in my writings I try to probe beyond this veil, into the past before Magellan, or outward, tracing back links to other parts and peoples of Asia. 

Sword & Silk?

Please do sign up for updates on our crowdfunding campaign. Numbers help, going in. Like most of Chinggis Khan’s campaigns, we’re aiming high, and with the courage of confidence, but bottom line? If you’ve read Amgalant, you remember, every victory is staggeringly chancy. Join us.

Read more, and register your interest, at the link below:

Pre-launch campaign page: Get ready for Double-Edged Sword & Sorcery

Crowdfunding S&S & romance

I have a novelette in an anthology being crowdfunded right now, Beating Hearts & Battle-Axes.

There you see my name on the cover. I am beyond proud to stand alongside the other names: SL Huang of The Water Outlaws, Brent Lambert of A Necessary Chaos, TA Markitan who has stories in A Book of Blades I and II, David C Smith of Sometime Lofty Towers, Valerie Valdes of Where Peace is Lost. Jay Wolf is our wonderful editor.

Six novelettes of about 12,000 words, telling a Sword & Sorcery tale with an integral relationship story.

When Oliver Brackenbury, the publisher, asked me to be a part of the anthology, I was keen for the chance to explore the love relationship between my Goatskin and Sister Chaos (she who goes by several pseuds) more deeply. Previous Goatskin stories can be found in New Edge Sword & Sorcery Magazine issues 0 and 1, and A Book of Blades II. My historical fiction series Amgalant leans heavily into relationships, and has a strong love story — while *not* being historical romance, as the anthology isn’t capital-R Romance. So this was more back to my usual than a new departure.

We have met our minimum funding goal, which means the book’s going ahead. First stretch goal is an internal illustration for each story by Trevor Ngwenya – you can bet I want that one. Second stretch goal is a significant discount on shipping for Rest of the World folk, and as an Australian familiar with the cost disadvantages of book acquisition from overseas, that one means a lot to me too.

After those two goals, funds go toward further projects from Brackenbury Books. This anthology is the first book from what hopes to be a shiny new publisher of Sword & Sorcery. I expect more in the spirit of New Edge Sword & Sorcery Magazine, also from Oliver Brackenbury: innovative and inclusive Sword & Sorcery, in other words so much up my alley you can come and swig a drink with me in the street or the tavern if it lets us in (I write social outsiders, you’ll often be refused at the fantasy taverns). I’m excited to see the future of Brackenbury Books, and I have a great respect for Oliver from our work together in the past.

The campaign runs until July 21. It’s on Backerkit, described as like Kickstarter but better. There are exclusive extras through the crowdfund, and you can add on issues of New Edge Sword & Sorcery at a crowdfund-only discount. I have a Goatskin story, ‘Sister Chaos’ in issue 1 from last year, and a non-fiction piece in one of this year’s issues, 3 or 4.

Here’s the campaign link. I’d be delighted if you choose to back.

www.backerkit.com/c/projects/brackenbooks/beating-hearts-battle-axes

On story process: ‘Sister Chaos’

As usual, a story is an amalgamation of elements, and my main job seems to be to hammer them together, the ideal to make them augment each other. This post is a look at a few elements of ‘Sister Chaos’, my story in New Edge Sword & Sorcery #1.

Chaos

To start with the title. I meant this story to focus on chaos – enough to let me use the title, which I’d had sitting around. When I first ventured into S&S, not two years ago, I knew chaos was going to be a theme. In my sketches-to-self are statements too crude to say to other people, but this is a process post, so in their naked inglory:

I want to make a case for chaos, I argue on the side of chaos… Orderly society has rarely been on my side, and I think chaos opens up a lot of possibilities. So I want to haul on those law-order axes, and those good-evil axes, and make sure they align to my truth, and my experience. Who’s doing damage, that I feel and know, and fear? This is what I have to quiz myself on, when I come to write a story.

Now, at an certain editorial stage I was told I’m to be in the Michael Moorcock issue, whose Elric stories have mused on Law and Chaos for half a century and hugely influence the ideas about chaos you come across in fantasy. It was cheeky to continue my focus. But S&S had seemed to me an opportunity to talk about chaos, in large part because of that influence of his, so, to put my own spin on chaos is only tribute.

Besides, my spin is less existential, more social (not that those things don’t interact). As a challenge – note that challenges are things one sets oneself as writer, prior to being a challenge to the reader – I have Qi Miao ‘murder an eminent scholar’ on the first page. Often her kill-fare is listed as constables, magistrates, officials of the state machinery. A couple of pages later we find out the scholar was an official too, and in his judicial duties used to sentence peasants to the lopping off of limbs. That the ‘famous prose stylist’ and the judge are the same person is a point neatly captured in the term ‘scholar-official’, familiarly used in histories of China. But even without that term, the point is that cultural and legal forces of order tend to be interlocked. It was likewise in the history of Europe. When Qi Miao flytes the edifice of the classics, she is also applicable to the European intellectual elite. You can transpose to Greek and Latin and the patriarchal order of the West, and she won’t change her flyte a jot.

Here’s a tangent, from my back story as a historical novelist. The Mongol invasion of China, of which we hear intimation in ‘Sister Chaos’, led to social upheavals too and intellectual disruptions. Khubilai Khan suspended the civil service entry examinations in the classic texts. Often historians accept the perspective of scholars who watched their hold on affairs severely weaken and who left written sources outraged at barbarian crudity and attacks on culture. But Khubilai had his reasons: a diversity of ethnic make-up in his government led to a diversity in the ideology behind advice; he was determined to draw on a wider range of talents than those shaped by study of the ‘Confucian’ classics. (You can read a lot more about Khubilai’s innovations in this post).

Who is order for? Who gets left out?

In my story, Goatskin and Goose visit the margins where they meet a queer shaman and a spirit of disparate pieces.

Anthropological sword & sorcery?

I pinch my subtitle from Anthony Perconti’s comments on my story.

Anthropological sword & sorcery? No doubt, after I came straight from a heavily anthropological historical fiction. In that genre my cry has been, ‘Read anthropology. History books won’t be nearly enough.’ Anyhow, I have utilized the same sourcebook. My spirit Galierti owes to the account of Holieri in Shamans and Elders: Experience, Knowledge, and Power among the Daur Mongols by Caroline Humphrey with Urgunge Onon. I quote a bit on Holieri, ‘the Shattered Ancestor’, in my review of this book:

Although they might use the same idioms, such as ancestry and imperial power, shamans suffused these ideas with subversive content, thus creating a distinctive sense of identity for the people… [T]hey made almost nothing, in shamanic practice, of their own real patrilineal ancestors and they reached for a lateral, inclusive, and metaphoric idea of what an ancestor might be.

Towards the ancestor spirit Holieri went humans and body parts of humans, as well as

animals, birds, aquatic creatures, artefacts, and mythic beings … Self-identity was not located inside a unique bounded ‘we’ but shattered outwards to embrace all forms including the broken, the imperfect, and the humble … Its placing consisted of a wooden box, with two doors or a curtain in front, containing a series of carved objects, representing tens of spirit-parts… People in Horli told me that it could also be made very simply: one took a bit of wood in the shape of a human, broke it, and worshipped the parts.

There is a strong through-line from my story ‘Ill Spirits’, although that wasn’t sword & sorcery.

Outsiders

‘Outsiders’ is the theme common to my elements. I have written before about what sword & sorcery means to me, and the answer is mostly, it’s known for outsider perspectives.

And that always needs to be pushed further. Conan? When he walks into an inn he intimidates every patron and the men in the joint (I’m told – I don’t know) want to be him.

I’ll do heroes who make less impression, have less physical presence, who walk into a bar and risk stares of hostility or glances of contempt. I guess that means I don’t want wish-fulfilment from my sword & sorcery fiction. I am a serious sort who seeks much exploration of the real in her escapism. I value Janrae Frank’s ugly portrait of a woman with post-combat trauma. I want to write about poverty, although that’s hard even in S&S fantasy where your happy-go-lucky protagonists lurch from one temporary embarrassment to another. And how do you write about homelessness in a genre where every hero wanders? Still, Delany solved most of these problems back in Nevèrÿon (homelessness, in particular, important to Delany: see this beautiful profile).

I haven’t achieved these things yet. In a way I did most towards them in my first stab, Goatskin’s origin story, which is slighter as a story. One needs aims and ambitions, to keep writing.

Antelopes and camels

My ‘bulb-nose’ is the saiga antelope. I made up nothing about the saiga.

Here’s the Saiga Resource Centre with as much as you want to know about this endangered species of the steppe.

Confession time: I have never seen the 80s Conan movies. But I watched the clips of Conan punching camels (frankly, I hope they ‘taunt him a second time’ as the French knight said to King Arthur). However, at certain junctures it’s kind of necessary to punch a camel. I couldn’t resist Angaj-Duzmut telling us that’s a real thing.

A puzzle, a poem

In the first scene Angaj-Duzmut quotes a line or two ‘from a song’, and the first person to identify it wins … I don’t know what kind of prize, but see me. Its origin lies far from the steppe. Something I’ve wanted to use for decades.

As an extra, here’s a poem I wrote, a companion piece to the story. It is, you might notice, contra Yeats [‘The Second Coming’]. Which is at least as cheeky as writing about chaos in the Moorcock issue. I’m never going to see eye to eye with a poem where ‘the centre cannot hold’ is a bad thing (I do love Yeats, though: ‘Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop’, those fey poems about Fergus and Wandering Aengus).

 

What Rough Beast?

What rough beast slouches out of desert sands,
Or vast salt marshes or bleak windswept steppe,
Towards your holy city?

Against your bastions what frail wild four legs,
What low glimmer of horn or weightless hoof
That you chased from your purview a century ago?
What scapegoat back from the wilderness,
Having eaten of your sins, nothing else to fat it,
What skinny goat? What creature slain and risen?

Its name is Chaos –
But you won’t think that suits
Such a scrawny rag in such a quiet return.

Nevertheless, our name – we whom you refused,
And thought not of, and pushed
To the gutter of the street the other day.
Your humblest, us.

Cut-off limbs, clapped-out soldiers,
A starved child or two,
Skull of stray cat, foot of tiny wren.
Unconsidered fragments.

What rough beast?

 

With thanks to Dan Rempel for the wonderful art to my story. Thanks to Oliver Brackenbury who has been the most wonderful editor.

I’ll leave you with a link to June Orchid Parker’s story process post, ‘The Writing of ‘How Many Deaths Till Vengeance?’’.

And of course, a link to the New Edge Sword & Sorcery website. There’s an exciting year ahead: please sign up to the newsletter and stay in the loop.

New Edge Sword & Sorcery #1

New Edge Sword & Sorcery Issue 1 is out and proud.

Caterina Gerbasi gives us a trans man barbarian for our cover hero — with a cheeky tip of the hat to Frazetta’s ‘Against the Gods’.

Thrilled to have my name on the cover alongside Margaret Killjoy and … Michael Moorcock? How did that happen?

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