Historical Fiction. Publishing and Review.

Greetings Readers,

I am an ameature novelist considering E-book publication. I have been writing for a long time now and my interests centres on historical fiction. From a young age I have been fascinated by ancient civilisations such the Romans, Greeks and Vikings.

I began writing my Nordic narrative about 10 years ago as an adolescent who mistakenly believed the arrangement of the story was great. Since developing and maturing somewhat I have reworked the first chapter of 3000 words into two chpaters each 3000 words and with a balanced mixture of indepth research into the Scandanavian era and sharpened writing technique I hope soon to publish it to the Kindle store.

As an avid reader myself I wanted the book to be authentic and I hope to achieve this by using a world map to contextualise the surrounding world and as such the scope of the narrative spreads over three novels. You may be thinking it is sounding a bit like Lord of the Rings, and although I took inspiration from the completely fictional maps of middle earth I believe that a more authentic account of progression can be communicated using real places. Also I have been researching Nordic language and as there are no real sources of this ancient tongue, I have used the nearest equivalent. Faroese. This is the closest to old norse that is available.

Coincidentally I have two wonderful neighbours who are from the Faroe Islands, I am gradually learning bits of the language and it all culminates in the novel. The blurb is something that I have been working on and looks something like this:


The crisp cold air catches his breath as his eyes gaze solemnly into the distance. Surveying the icy fjords, all around him he sees death. Behind him and infront, in his past and in his future. Drawing on his pipe the smoke-whisps evaporate spiralling upwards toward the sky and he remembers Hildur. Her beauty and charm lost to history, forgotton but for his memories. He recalls too his Grandfather Ragnar, a great and fiersome warrior who died centuries before.

Exhaling he tasted the sweet tobacco as it left his mouth. His long shadow stretching out through time casting a pallor on existence itself. It was the only thing that remained human . Reminded him of the days of old, where Vikings raided coasts and Kings warred to the brink of destruction.

The world had changed since 250A.D; religion, war and humanity. Land fell to the west and guns and bombs became the ultimate choice of weapon. Baldr run his hand over the pommel of his sword. Blóð he was reliable and had never failed to take a life where bullets had gone awry from a trembling hand.