Rush has been one of my favorite bands since the mid 1970s. This
album, which I recently dug out of the shelves, was one I did not enjoy
when it was released. This was mainly due to the previous album, which I
found very disappointing.
I've been listening to this one in my
car whenever I leave the house. I've found a new appreciation for it.
Alex's guitar is back to the forefront and the over abundance of
keyboards is gone. The keyboards are still here, but they augment the
music on this CD rather than dominate. The lyrics are intelligent and
Geddy's voice is strong.
Instrumentally, the album is well put
together. There is not a weak song on the disc. If I had to pick one
song from this CD to add to a favorites list, I would have a lot of
Overall, this release is excellent.
The re-work of Shadow of the Ghost is
going well. I've managed to find a way to get Lord Ky's real name (the
one he couldn't say) into the story. This is something I could not find a
way to do in the original version. I'm also trying to do some sketches
for the interior. Hopefully, I can find a way to incorporate them into
the kindle version.
The new story is also progressing, slowly but
surely. There are some interesting twists in this one. This story takes
place within the Eldar forest. It will enable me to delve into the
Eldar society a bit and step away from the elders that exiled Lord Ky in
the first book.
I've moved my blog to my website. You can view new entries at Tanner's Blog. This gives me a place where I can better understand how to set things up. I also have a bit more control of the content there.
It has been too long since I've posted here. For today, I'll post a little update. Shadow of the Ghost is being reworked and re-edited. When that is finished, I will publish the new version via Create Space. I'm hoping that I can simply replace the kindle guts so that those that have already purchased the original version can download the new version without buying it again. Since I've never redone a book, I'm not sure how that will work.
I'm also working on a new story, working title: Kyrean. This story starts about 250 years after the end of Vengeance of the Ghost. Most of the old characters will be there as well as some new faces. I'll include a sample at the end of this post. The story is about half completed.
I've also returned to college. I'm working on a degree in game programming. If all works out the way I plan, several games will be developed using the world of El-Elasia as a setting.
Excerpt from Kyrean:
Maki lay still. He could not
remember where he was or how he had gotten there. It felt as if he
were lying on cold stone. He opened his eyes. A canopy of dark leaves
swayed gently and silently above him. He could not feel the breeze
that appeared to be moving through the trees. Slowly, he sat up and
looked around. He was in a forest, but everything around him was
black: the tree trunks, the leaves, the undergrowth, the grasses.
There was no variation in color. Maki could see a few shafts of light
that broke through the upper canopy, but even they did nothing to
brighten the landscape.
A strong breeze buffeted him and
he thought he heard the word 'stand.' He was unsure if the word came
from the breeze or his own mind, but he was sure that he was
compelled to oblige. He stood and tried using his senses to determine
if anything or anyone lived here.
Maki frowned. He should have been
able to sense the plants he could see at the very least, but his
senses revealed nothing to him. Once again the breeze stirred around
Then he noticed that the pathway
on which he stood differed from all else. It was a dark gray in color
rather than black. He started forward. After the third step, the
breezed commanded him to stop. He stopped and waited. He had no
Maki had no idea what he was
supposed to see, but he searched ahead and to the sides. Frustrated
he shook his head.
Maki looked at the ground at his
feet, then back where he had started. Footprints. His footprints. The
breeze came again. To Maki it seemed to sigh with disappointment.
Maki frowned. The path he walked
upon was packed to the consistency of stone. How did he leave
footprints. He backtracked and covered his trail and tried again,
concentrating on walking as softly as he could. Three steps, stop,
He hid them and tried again. And
again. And again. He clenched his fists, angry and frustrated.
'Impossible,' he told himself and turned to continue down the
pathway. Before his foot could touch the ground on that first step,
the wind blasted him and knocked him back to his starting point.
The back of Maki's head hit the
ground hard. The canopy above him grew blurry as the pain of the
impact shot through his mind. He tried to sit up, but the dizziness
caused him to crumple to the ground again. He lay still staring into
the swaying leaves above him until he could see them clearly, then
tried to sit up again. Slowly. This time, he made it. His hand
searched to back of his head where the pain was the sharpest.
Nothing. No blood. Not even a knot.
He covered the footprints and
tried again. He started to count his failures. Taking three steps,
looking, backing up and erasing his trail. Over and over. He finally
lost count. He felt he had been trying for days or weeks to move
without leaving a trail. Finally, he succeeded.
Maki walked. The path led him
through the silent forest. For a long time, nothing varied. Then he
approached an area that felt vaguely familiar to him. 'An Eldar
village,' he thought. The moment the thought passed through his mind,
he knew he was wrong. There were no houses, no gardens, nothing that
would suggest it would be a village. It felt like one anyway. He
entered the village moving slowly, carefully.
Again the breeze came. 'Search.'
It had been so long since the
breeze had spoken to him that it startled him. He froze, regaining
his composure, then started searching. He moved through the village
going from one side of the path to the other. Somehow he knew that he
could not leave the gray area and enter the blackened forest, so he
kept to the path.
The trees that lined the path
were huge, completely blocking his view of the forest beyond when he
drew near to them. Their trunks had what appeared to be cubbyholes in
them. Some had many small ones, others had one or two large ones.
They had not been carved into the trunks. Maki could see the bark
covering the inner recesses. He had the impression that they had
grown this way.
He searched the area for hours,
examining hundreds of trees. He could not fathom the purpose of the
cubbyholes but he had the feeling that they were like display cases
for special collections. None of the cubbyholes housed anything
The path he walked spiraled
inward. He finally arrived at the very center of the village of
strange trees and froze. In the very center, a young Eldar, younger
than he was, sat in a strange chair that had wheels instead of legs.
Only the boys black hair and eyes matched the surroundings. The boy
wore a dark green tunic and leggings and had the same olive toned
skin that Maki had. He stared back at Maki placidly. No emotion could
be seen in his expression.
Maki tried to go to him, but
could not move. Then, as he watched, the boy and the chair crumbled
in on themselves. In seconds only a small pile of black dust
Then the breeze returned. It
wound itself around Maki's body like a serpent.
I'll post more soon. I hope you enjoyed the teaser.