Showing posts with label Fantasy Authors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fantasy Authors. Show all posts

Thursday, January 9, 2025

From the Backlist: "Character Development and Pacing" -- by T Frohock

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T Frohock is the author of two fabulous Los Nefilim novella series. The first is a trio of linked novellas; the second a novel trilogy. And lookout for her standalone Miserere which is being rereleased on 21 January -- we think that rocks, too.

This post centers on The Second Death, the third of the linked novellas, but the ideas in terms of character development are gold for all writing, particularly (but not exclusively) in its longer forms.

Character Development and Pacing--Make Room for Quiet Moments

by T Frohock

... One thing readers seem very unified about is the relationship between Diago and Miquel, and the quiet family moments that involve Diago's son, Rafael. These are what some readers might call the boring bits, but I never do. I place these familial scenes within the story, not just for character development, but also to help the pacing.


When I worked in radio--many, many, many years ago--I was told to think of the musical segments as waves. Begin with a soft tune, then choose songs that gradually build the tempo until the third or fourth song was upbeat and fast before moving the pace back toward softer music.

The technique was all about pacing the music so that the sounds would be pleasing to the listener. We do the same thing in stories by making the action rise and fall in a logical manner.


Even in shorter works, such as novellas, readers need a little breathing room between the action scenes, or in cases such as The Second Death: Los Nefilim, Part 3, before the action takes off. Most often, I use these scenes as a break from the action, but every now and then, I start the story with them, especially in one like The Second Death.

The logic behind beginning with an intimate scene in The Second Death was to bring the reader back up to speed with what had transpired in Without Light or Guide: Los Nefilim, Part 2 while adding enough new content to keep the reader engaged. My key to making these scenes work is keeping them short and intimate through the use of dialogue.

In this snippet, which is about 600 words, I am reminding the reader of how other members of Los Nefilim view Diago, and by extension daimons, through the peripheral character Lucia, an angel-born Nefil who hates daimons. Since I didn't want to give any spoilers, I had to choose one of the more innocuous conversations for this post.


For those new to the series: Rafael is Diago's six-year-old son, and Miquel is Diago's partner.

Diago followed Rafael into the bathroom and picked up his comb.
“No! No!” Rafael ran his wet fingers over his unruly locks. “You don’t need to comb it, Papa. I’m Gitano.” He shook his head. “My hair is wild like my spirit.”
“Wild spirits in this house comb their hair.” Diago grabbed a towel and wiped his son’s damp fingers. Stray hairs drifted into the sink’s basin and joined those of Miquel and Diago. He wiped the strands off the porcelain. “It looks like a family of bears lives here.”
Rafael giggled and raised his arms over his head, hands clenched like claws. He roared until the comb snagged a tangle. “Ow!”
Diago leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Then stay still. Even bear cubs don’t wiggle when their papas comb their hair.” 
“Bears don’t comb their hair.” The child’s busy fingers found a chip in the sink’s porcelain. “When I’m grown up, I’m never combing my hair.”
“Don’t you want to look nice for Ysa today?”
He picked at the sink’s scar. “I want to stay home today.”
“You can stay with Lucia and Ysa for a little while.”
Rafael said nothing.
“Don’t you like playing with Ysa?”
“Yes.” Rafael rubbed his thumb around the chip.
“So?” Diago worked his fingers through a snarled lock and held his breath. Had he and Ysa fought? A generous girl, Ysa could sometimes be overbearing, but Diago had never known her to intentionally hurt another person. “Why don’t you want to go?”
He shrugged.
Diago kept his tone even as a suspicion caught up with him. “Is it Lucia?”
A moment passed and Diago thought Rafael wasn’t going to answer him. Finally, his son nodded.
“And what does she say?” Because it was Lucia, it had to be something out of her vicious mouth.
Another shrug. “Just things.”
“What kind of things?”
“She said I should never go to Morocco, because I am small and dark like a monkey. She said someone would see that I am daimon and stuff me in a bottle and make me a jinni. Then she laughs like it’s a joke, but her eyes are all hard and mean.”
Jesus.
Lucia. Ysabel’s governess made no secret of her hatred for Diago, which was fine with him, but taking her pettiness out on Rafael was a step too far.
Diago was careful to keep his anger out of his face and voice. He didn’t want Rafael to think he was upset with him. Instead, he took his son’s shoulders and gently turned the child so he could see his face. He realized a river of tears would be preferable to the hurt he saw in Rafael’s eyes. “You know what? You can come with us this morning. I’ll bet Father Bernardo has someplace where you can sit and draw pictures while we talk, hmm?” He smoothed Rafael’s hair and glanced into the hall to see that Miquel had joined them. How much had he heard?
Diago didn’t have long to wonder.
Miquel came into the bathroom and stood behind Diago. “Pick him up.”
Diago lifted Rafael so he could see himself in the mirror. Three faces, three shades of skin that passed from Rafael’s light gold to Diago’s tawny flesh, and finally Miquel’s dusky brown.
Miquel made a great show of assessing their faces. “You know what, Rafael? I am darker than you.”
“Miquel is Gitano, too,” Diago whispered in Rafael’s ear. “And everyone thinks he is very, very handsome.” Including me, he thought as he examined his lover’s reflection.
A ghost of a smile touched Rafael’s mouth.
“And your papa is part daimon like you,” Miquel said. “No one has stuffed him in a bottle and made him a jinni.” He reached around Diago to touch Rafael’s chin. “No one is going to mistake us for monkeys, or jinn.”
“That’s right,” Diago said. “We’re a family of bears.”
Rafael gave a soft roar and the mischievousness returned to his eyes.
Quiet moments don't have to be boring. Just remember to use them to keep the story moving forward and the reader will remain engaged. This particular snippet precedes a very violent scene, which has a lot more impact, because the reader is allowed to experience a gentler moment with the family prior to the violence. By seeing how Diago, Miquel, and Rafael interact here, their subsequent actions, and the risks they take, are believable to the reader.



The other overriding theme that runs through this section is Diago's dual nature, which is an important part of the story. While Diago is growing more comfortable with both his heritage and his place within Los Nefilim, he is sacrificing the daimonic side of his nature in order to fit in. Before it's over, Diago will be forced to rely on his daimonic nature to deceive an angel. In doing so, he discovers the birth of a modern god—one that will bring about a new world order from which no one can escape.

The Second Death is coming ...
The year is 1931.
The city is Barcelona.
The war between the angels begins in earnest.
Whose side are you on?

To read the original post in full, click here.

And to find out more about the author, her books, and what she's working on now, go here. 

Friday, December 13, 2024

A Farewell to Our Year of Villainy & Its Grand Finale

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Yep, it's a wrap on our recent Grand Finale and the Year of Villainy in Fantasy -- chiefly fantasy books, although I think a few outliers may have crept in from film and shows. :D

I include the full list of Year of the Villain posts below -- but I've particularly enjoyed the recent Grand Finale and joining with AK Wilder and Amanda Arista to feature a villain from each of our writing.

Just to recap, the three posts were:

AK Wilder & Rhiannon in Curse of Shadows

Rhiannon tells herself she commits her villainy "for the good of the realm."

Kim's wonderful 'Amassia' series

And then we had:
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Spencer, yeah well -- he slithers into our heroine's life in the guise of a lie...

Amanda's fun & feisty 'Urban Panther' series

Then finally, I gave you:
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Helen Lowe & Arcolin from Daughter of Blood

Arcolin is evil with a human -- and handsome -- face.


The dark & magic-laden 'Wall Of Night' series

And that's the wrap -- three takes on villainy, rolling up the Year of Villainy in style, with some 'Fun With  Friends' along the way.

I'll leave you with that 'Compleat' List -- from 'go' to 'whoa':

Previous “Year of the Villain” Posts:

January:      Ushering in 2024 -- & the Year of the Villain

February:    The Year of the Villain #1: The Lord of The Rings Pantheon

March: The Year of the Villain #2: Ursula Le Guin & “Earthsea”

April: The Year of the Villain #3: Tigana and Brandin of Ygrath

May: The Year of the Villain #4: Elidor and Formless Evil 

June: The Year of the Villain #5: When the Hero Is Really A Villain

July:  The Year of the Villain #6: When the Author Messes With Your Mind

August:  The Year of the Villain #7: The Evilest Of Them All

September: The Year of the Villain #8: Secret Villains

October: The Year of the Villain #9: Once Were Heroes

November: The Year of the Villain #10: Villainy Among Friends

December: The Year of the Villain #11:  A Grand Finale of Villainy --

Rhiannon in Curse of Shadows  
 
Spencer in Diaries of An Urban Panther

                         Arcolin in Daughter of Blood

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About Helen Lowe:

Helen Lowe is an award-winning novelist, poet, and lover of story. With four books published to date, she is currently completing the final instalment in The Wall Of Night series.

Helen posts regularly on her “…on Anything, Really” blog, monthly on the Supernatural Underground, and tweets @helenl0we.

Friday, December 6, 2024

A Grand Finale of Villainy #3: Arcolin in "Daughter of Blood" by Helen Lowe

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On December 1, I promised you a Grand Finale of Villainy -- and I hope you've enjoyed the wonderful posts by Kim Falconer and Amanda Arista as much as I have. 

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Today it's my turn to bring you the third feature post in our Grand Finale. You may recall, in my contribution to Villainy Among Friends on November 1, that I discussed how the villains in The Wall Of Night series -- and the evil they practice -- shift from demonic and relatively monolithic force, to wearing a more human face as the series evolves.

Arcolin, a Darksworn mage-warrior who makes his first appearance in The Gathering of the Lost, returns to play a more central part in Daughter of Blood. His encounter with the street urchin called Faro also reveals more of his character -- in which respect, I leave you to draw your own conclusions. :-)

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Arcolin in Daughter Of Blood by Helen Lowe
(The Wall Of Night #3)

So much blood, Faro thought numbly, as Arcolin let the other boy’s body fall: so much blood…

Smiling, Arcolin wiped the knife clean, his blue gaze fixed on Faro—whose brain was screaming at him to get away, but the best he could manage was a leaden crawl toward the door. Pain and tears blurred his gaze and snot was trailing from his nose—like a crying baby, but he could see no point in wiping it away. Over his shoulder, he watched his killer's catlike approach. 

Faro did not need the lightning’s glow to see the fine, black leather boots or the gleam of mail beneath the long black cloak. He did not need to hear above the thunder either, because Arcolin’s voice spoke inside his head. “Does one blunt a good blade on a rat? I think not. One just kicks it to death, against the wall.”

Instinctively, Faro curled tight, even though he knew it would do no good. He was aware, in a small, detached recess of his mind, that he hated Arcolin—loathed his handsome face and vividly blue gaze—as much as he feared him. But he was far beyond the pride of trying not to scream as the first kick landed hard against his drawn-up knees. Outside, lightning seared simultaneously with the thunder’s crack, drowning his scream as the boot connected again, and then again, each blow precise and almost leisurely. “Let’s see,” the voice inside his head said, “if we can’t kick you apart like a chest full of wormwood.”

Another kick landed, this time against Faro’s arms, wrapped close about his head. His body jerked and the next kick drove into the small of his back, booting him away from the protection of the wall. Arcolin laughed as Faro shrieked, the sound torn out of his throat and lost against the boom of the storm—then laughed again, delivering another, harder blow. Pain and darkness exploded across Faro’s mind as well as his body. He could almost see the thin line that was his cry, spiraling out beyond the hall and the door with the ship’s prow above it, until it reached the next fork of lightning, flickering between heaven and earth.

The lightning answered, tearing the sky apart in a blue-white blaze that leapt down the path of his scream. The ship’s prow exploded as the strike tore through the head and neck of the mer-horse—and the door disintegrated, every nail in it hurtling outward. Faro shrieked again, his mind and body on fire as the smell of melting metal and burning flesh assaulted him. I’m dead, he thought, I’m dead. When the dazzle of the lightning faded he let his mind follow, down into darkness. 

~ from © Daughter of Blood, The Wall Of Night Book Three – Chapter 3, Against The Wall

The Wall Of Night series

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About Helen Lowe

Helen Lowe is an award-winning novelist, poet, and lover of story. With four books published to date, she is currently completing the final instalment in The Wall Of Night series.
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Helen posts regularly on her 
“…on Anything, Really” blog, monthly on the Supernatural Underground, and tweets @helenl0we.

Previous "A Grand Finale of Villainy" Posts:

Wednesday, December 4, 2024

A Grand Finale of Villainy #2: Spencer Haverty in "Diaries of An Urban Panther" by Amanda Arista

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On December 1 I promised you a Grand Finale of Villainy -- in which I'm delighted to be rejoined by Kim Falconer and Amanda Arista, expanding on their wonderful posts in Villainy Among Friends. 

Amanda is today's featured author with post #2 in our Finale, and she's taking an upclose and personal look at an archvillain from Diaries of An Urban Panther.  

-- by Helen Lowe

"Diaries of an Urban Panther" Series

Amanda's Introduction

Last month, I mentioned there were two sorts of villains in The Diaries of an Urban Panther, Haverty Senior -- a mustache twisting devil with nothing but power on his mind -- and Spencer Haverty, his son. Spencer's villainy was twice as hard for Violet to defeat because similarities tied them closer together. As the one who infected Violet with the shifter magic, he constantly pulled their connection as her maker, invading her life and later her dreams.

In the excerpt below we can see how he slithered into her life under the guise of a lie and what happened the moment Violet saw through his slick facade.


Spencer Haverty in Diaries of An Urban Panther 
by Amanda Arista (The Urban Panther Series #1)

Deep golden irises reflected the sporadic flash of the disco lights. I gulped and suddenly felt him surround me, enveloping me within his borders. He was panther. He smelled like stormy night air and a sharp plant scent so exotic I couldn’t name it. Bile rose in my throat when I realized where I knew that smell from: my bedroom.

“Spencer,” I whispered and my fight was renewed, the adrenaline adding to my strength as I pushed and kicked for freedom.

He held me, both arms around my waist. I couldn’t get out of it, could barely breathe. Couldn’t kick, could only wriggle.

“Let me go,” I cried out. Desperate, I looked around at the computer engineers and investors who all kept dancing to the “Shout” throwing their hands up madly in the air.

“But I want you.” Sincerity sounded sinful in his smooth voice. “I’ve wanted you since you threw that hussy across the bar.”

“It was you!” I gasped. “You and your mutts have been stalking me.”

He smiled and, for the briefest moment, I glimpsed the malevolence behind the perfectly crafted façade.

Spencer lunged forward and pressed his mouth hard against mine. The kiss was more bruising than breath-taking and more possessive than passionate. The panther stirred in my chest as he grabbed the back of my head and forced his tongue past my lips. He tasted like the Scotch he had been nursing at the table, and something else. Something dark and heady.

For all that I wanted to fight back, the part of me that was pure animal didn’t. His power felt natural against mine, one in the same. My panther arched into his energy as though it was a welcome caress. A deep purr rumbled in my ears. It made me feel sick when I realized it had come from me.

Desperate for air, I bit down his lower lip; the metallic taste of blood was instantaneous. A small part of me was satisfied at having drawn his blood for a change of pace.

He jerked back, dropping his hand from my head. Blood pooled at the corner of his mouth, which curled up into a smile, but he didn’t release his hold on me. He leaned in again to repeat his sin, his arms tightening around me, but I arched away from him. To everyone else on the dance floor, it probably looked like a dip to the Latin rhythms now mashed together over the loud speakers.

He jerked me back to our previous position, and our eyes locked. “We should be together.”

My mouth felt bruised from the trauma, and I desperately wanted to wipe the taste of him from them. “No.”

“I need you, Violet. With you, God, the two of us could destroy my father and revel in the chaos.” He ducked his head beside mine and nuzzled his nose behind my ear, taking in a lungful. My entire body tensed up and then a wave of cool goose bumps ran down my skin. “The two of us together. You can feel it too, can’t you?”

“No,” I growled the lie. I could feel it, how easily it would be to open up to him and run his panther past mine. But this was the bastard who attacked me in a back alley. This was the bastard who had trashed my lair. This was the bastard who used my best friend to get to me.

He ran his hand down the side of my face, then grabbed my chin, fingers digging into the bone. “You look just like your mother,” he smiled. A flash of white pressed down on his bloody lip. “I could have never imagined that Saturday night leftovers could be such a blessing.”

“Flatter all you want, I’ll never be yours.”

His jaw clenched and the feel, the smell of him, grew so intense it permeated the air around us. Surely the people around us had to feel it? But they danced on not seeing anything abnormal here. Many other couples had paired up to salsa to Suavamente.

Arm still around my waist, he hit me with a wall of energy. Thick as cement, it crept over my skin, the cool gritty feeling touching my skin through my clothes. Then it drove into me, like a spear through my midsection. He blasted through the paper-thin protection I held around me like a cannon ball through dry wall.

My cat screamed out at the sudden attack as his power rammed through me. I’d felt this a week ago at the barn. Like he was trying to rip out the cat within me. I felt nails digging into flesh. I didn’t know if it was my cat digging in her claws to stay where she was or if it was my own claws piercing his perfect pectorals.

“I made you, Violet Jordan. You’re mine. Willingly or not,” he growled and his eyes blinked back to normal.

Also from the "Urban Panther" 'verse

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About Amanda Arista

Amanda was born in Illinois, raised in Corpus Christi, and lives in Dallas, but her heart lies in London. Good thing she loves to travel!

Amanda is the author of the Diaries of an Urban Panther series and The Merci Lanard Files. A graduate of the SMU Creative Writing Program, she now teaches other aspiring authors and loves discussing craft, character, and structure.

You can usually find Amanda curled up on her couch with a tiny human or a dog, writing away, or otherwise on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pantherista/ Find out what she's currently doing on Instagram: @pantherista

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Previous "A Grand Finale of Villainy" Posts:

Monday, December 2, 2024

A Grand Finale of Villainy #1 -- Rhiannon in "Curse of Shadows" by AK Wilder

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Yesterday, I announced A Grand Finale of Villainy -- in which I'm delighted to be rejoined by Kim Falconer and Amanda Arista, expanding on their wonderful posts in Villainy Among Friends. 

Kim, who writes her YA "Amassia" series as AK Wilder, is launching our grand finale with a closer look at a villain from Curse of Shadows (Amassia #2) --  enjoy!

-- by Helen Lowe


Rhiannon in Curse Of Shadows by AK Wilder 
(The "Amassia" Series, Book Two) 

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Last month, in Helen Lowe’s post of Nov 1, 2004, I explored evil-doing characters in Fantasy fiction. From subtle trickery to outright genocide and a few atrocities in between, I showed how villainous actions can depend on perspective. In other words, the villains have their reasons.

To illustrate this further, I offer an excerpt from Curse of Shadows, book #2 in the Amassia series. Please meet Rhiannon of Baiseen, the treasurer’s daughter and recent widow of Petén Adicio, Magistrate of Palrio. You may never feel sorry for her, but it does become clear: In her mind, she has taken lives for one reason, and one reason only - the good of the realm.

being this cold in Baiseen. It makes me think there could be truth to some of the stories of the  Second Sun. Brogal explained that day by day, it barrels toward Amassia at the speed of lightning, melting ice caps, shifting currents, flipping the weather on its axis. Rubbish, most likely, but I’d be a fool to dismiss even a remote possibility. And I’m no fool.

The thought has me smiling. 

I am the Magistrate of all Palrio, holder of the phantom throne of Baiseen. Woodcutters carve the likeness of my beautiful Chrysel into the left arm of the chair as we speak. She will stand out against all the previous phantoms immortalized there. Her image will be magnificent. This day is magnificent!

Not so much for Petén, though.

“No, love. Not so much for him.” I suspect I’ll miss the man, as much as I could miss any. 

Don’t say that in the eulogy.

“Good advice.”

The speech I have prepared, been preparing since our first kiss, in fact, isn’t particularly honest, but I will lie to the people for their own good. However, I must be scathingly candid with myself. I won’t miss Petén past the potential he offered and maybe a few tricks he had in bed. But his purpose was served. He did his part. Peace be his path.

I could never have gained the throne through Marcus, not with his massive phantom, and Ash glued to his side. She’s a snake, that one. Analyzing everything. Watching everyone. 

I like her.

“Nonsense. She’s nothing.” 

At first, I entertained the idea of their father, Jacas. It would have been possible, though his advisors may have questioned the alliance, especially once his health started to fail. Too risky...but Petén was perfect, and for what he has given me, I am grateful.

For the realm.

“Yes, love. For the realm!”

Jacas was a strong ruler but not immortal. He wouldn’t live forever, and his time was running short. Between Marcus with his unmanageable phantom and Petén the non-savant, Palrio would have crumbled under a continued Adicio rule. My father saw this, peace be his path, and I did, too. We would have succumbed, if not to Tann’s advancing armies, then to the next power-hungry warlord from Gollnar or Sierrak. I’ve done them all a favor. My rule will see the realm not just survive, but prosper. 

We reach the cremation grounds, the pyre built high and ready to light. At least the blaze will warm me up. I dismount and hand my horse to the stablemaster. All of Baiseen is present, from the youngest child of the harbor district to the oldest black-robe from the norther caves. Perfect. 

Master Brogal catches my eye and I nod for him to begin. The speeches will take time, and no doubt be tedious, but the occasion marks my first public address as Magistrate. I’m going to make it one they will never forget.

As I take up my torch and walk to the pyre, flanked by Brogal, U’karn, and a dozen black-robes, I smile at the synergy. Peace be your path, husband, and yours, too, Marcus. It is fitting you brothers should leave the world on the same day.

Are you certain they will?

“I am, little love. All is set in motion. The Bone Gatherer will reach Asyleen, but sadly, the Baiseen troops will be too late to protect him. With Atikis lying in wait, he and his party will not see another dawn.”

For the realm? my lovely phantom asks, a little uncertain.

“For the realm!”

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Curse of Shadows

Wilder, AK, (2022). Curse of Shadows. Entangled Publishing, LLC. pp. 80-82

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About Kim Falconer

Kim Falconer, currently writing as A K Wilder, has released Crown of Bones, a YA Epic Fantasy with Curse of Shadows as book 2 in the series. Currently, she is working on the third book, out in 2025.

Kim can be found on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram.

Or pop over to throw the bones or Raise Your Phantom on the AKWilder.com site

Sunday, December 1, 2024

Announcing A Grand Finale of Villainy -- & More Villainy Among Friends!

 
w00t-w00t! Tis December 1 -- which means it's not only time to complete the "Year of the Villain in Fantasy" post series, but to wrap up in style with a Grand Finale.

A Grand Finale of Villainy, no less -- and better yet, even moar Villainy Among Friends!

Grand Villainy ...

Last month Amanda Arista, Kim Falconer (who also writes as AK Wilder), and I joined forces to talk about Villainy in Fantasy  

Kim Falconer, also writing as AK Wilder

Between us, we not only explored villainy in genre terms, but with  a weather eye to how villains, as well as heroes, drive our own storytelling. 

Amanda Arista

Now we're back for A Grand Finale of Villainy! 

Over the next few days we'll be taking an upfront (and sometimes personal!) look at a villain from one of our books -- being Very Villainous, of course! 

But also illustrating those genre and storytelling themes discussed last month.

The first of our three features will post tomorrow, December 2, with Kim as our author-of-awesome in the spotlight. 


Previous “Year of the Villain” Posts:

Meanwhile, if you're new to Villainy, Supernatural Underground-style, or just keen to reread, here's a compleat list of all the “Year of the Villain” posts to date:

January:      Ushering in 2024 -- & the Year of the Villain

February:    The Year of the Villain #1: The Lord of The Rings Pantheon

March: The Year of the Villain #2: Ursula Le Guin & “Earthsea”

April: The Year of the Villain #3: Tigana and Brandin of Ygrath

May: The Year of the Villain #4: Elidor and Formless Evil 

June: The Year of the Villain #5: When the Hero Is Really A Villain

July:  The Year of the Villain #6: When the Author Messes With Your Mind

August:  The Year of the Villain #7: The Evilest Of Them All

September: The Year of the Villain #8: Secret Villains

October: The Year of the Villain #9: Once Were Heroes

November: The Year of the Villian #10: Villainy Among Friends

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About This Post's Author

Helen Lowe is an award-winning novelist, poet, and lover of story. With four books published to date, she is currently completing the final instalment in The Wall Of Night series.
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Helen posts regularly on her 
“…on Anything, Really” blog, monthly on the Supernatural Underground, and tweets @helenl0we.