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City of the Saints Historical Note #1
I stole my title from one of my protagonists. In real life in 1860, Captain Richard Burton, East India Company man, linguist, Nile explorer, swordsman, falconer, and erstwhile ersatz hajji (ahem), traveled to Salt Lake City. He wrote a book … Continue reading
Liahona!
Today I published Liahona (City of the Saints, part the first). Watch for the next three parts over the summer, and then a softcover book in the fall.
The Dream Mine
“Where are we going?” Burton asked from the front bench. “It’s called the Dream Mine,” Roxie told them. “That sounds cheerful,” Poe judged. “A man named Koyle had it dug,” Roxie said. “He told everyone he’d dreamed that if you … Continue reading
Chakras
Poe shook the contents of the fruit jar out into his hand. He carefully laid the mouse skull on Bill Hickman’s chest. Hickman swallowed. “Pretty,” he drawled, “but nothing you can’t do with a knife and a little bit of … Continue reading
Colt 1851 Navy
This is Richard Burton’s pistol, in real life and, for those of you who are reading it, in City of the Saints. And again, curatorially (bonus: John Wesley Hardin):
I Could Kill You Where You Stand
“I could kill you where you stand, Edgar.” The voice came from behind him, and it was Roxie’s. Since it was Roxie talking, the words might be complete and utter lies, a bluff. Then again, it was Roxie, and she … Continue reading
Potent Pants
“Fornication pants!” Young shouted. Sam froze, unsure he’d heard the man correctly, unsure whether he was witnessing some attempt at humor. “He is a modern man, Señor Presidente,” the other man said. He was a heavy black man, completely bald … Continue reading
Telling Characters Apart
Day three of revision work on City of the Saints, and I think it’s going well. City has six POV characters, and I want each of them to sound distinctive in his speech and feel distinctive in his POV. What … Continue reading
Revisions!
Sitting down to revise City of the Saints. I get comments from the Story Monkeys weekly and revise as I go from the beginning of writing, so I never feel like my “rough” draft is really, really dire, but I … Continue reading
If You’re Willing to Stoop
They walked down South Tabernacle. In the five days since Brigham Young’s return to his office, the street had been repaired and most of the windows, but the street’s many trees remained blasted and withered stumps, or bare baked earth, … Continue reading
