Covid 19 is the last warning- time for a new messiah

Latest novel New Messiah is going well – and whilst it’s set in a future world where global cabals battle for the last remaining resources, there is still hope for the planet. Despite the rather gloomy context and the dystopian themes, there is no mention of sodding Covid 19 in the novel and nor will there be, because I am sick to death of hearing about it every time I go on line or watch the news, as if nothing else matters (apart from football).

At the same time there’s a dread fascination in the numbers. And something insidious about an invisible enemy that leaps from one family member to another, or attacks you in the supermarket. And numbers don’t equate with the heart-wrenching stories and lingering deaths of young and old. 100,000 excess deaths in a UK population of 67 million or so doesn’t sound a lot (14% more than usual), but the emotional burden is crushing. The collective social and economic hardship and ruined lives from the lockdown only adds to collective misery.

The history of smallpox – light relief

Mind you, for light relief I’ve been reading an excellent book about the war against Smallpox. Written by Gareth Williams, it’s cheerily titled ‘The Angel of Death’. Even a ghoulish horror writer would struggle to describe the effects of smallpox, where survivors often wished they had died. With a death rate of 15% and hideous deformities commonplace, smallpox makes Covid 19 look on the meek side. The other astonishing aspect is the insane and obsessive opposition to early attempts at inoculation, and later vaccinations. Despite clear evidence of its effectiveness, opposition lasted for over a century before there was final acceptance that it was a good thing.

Opposition amounted to a religious crusade and was based on denial so deep that no evidence was trusted. Millions died terrible deaths because of this opposition, with evangelical leaders developing huge followings. We have the same today with Covid 19. There are also those who refuse to believe in global warming, including the previous US president – leader of the world’s biggest economy doing his bit for the planet.

Enter global warming

Covid 19 is a transient thing in historical terms. An evolutionary microbial war we have got caught up in. We may also have helped accelerate it as a side-effect of environmental destruction, disregarding the basic laws of nature. Against the behemoth of global warming, environmental loss and mass extinctions, this viral pandemic is just a nightmarish blip. It’s a foreshock before the earthquake. It’s akin to the tornados that accompany a monster hurricane. And we are ignoring the hurricane and leaving this unholy mess to the next generation. We’ve known about global warming for over 50 years now, compared to 1 year of Covid 19.

New Messiah

There are some universal themes here that are influencing my latest novel ‘New Messiah’. And yes, there are viruses and evangelists at work in there too. I just could not help myself.

In this dystopian (lovely word) future, two rival cabals struggle to control the fast-dwindling resources in a ransacked world. Here, viral wars are precisely targeted. The cabals have given up trying to save the planet. They believe that it’s a natural process to eliminate the weak and select the strong. Powerful AI controls the Internet, and no truth remains in the world. A new channel – TheTruth (or TT) – is flooding the Internet. The cabals are unable to shut it down as unrest grows. A stranger emerges from nowhere and he speaks with the voices of angels. Escaping imprisonment and torture, he joins forces with TheTruth and their following becomes a new global movement. Can ordinary people revolt against their oppressors to build a new world before the Messiah can be silenced? Can we do the same in real life?

Pangolin – a short story about greed and ignorance

Intro

A very short story about the plight of the pangolin, seen through the eyes of two-year-old pangolin Lucky. ‘Up to 200,000 are estimated to be taken from the wild every year across Africa and Asia, and the pangolin is critically endangered. Their meat is considered a delicacy by some in China and Vietnam, while their scales and fetuses are used in Traditional Chinese Medicine to treat a range of ailments from arthritis to cancer. Pangolins are also used throughout Africa in traditional medicine’. WildAid.

Pangolin

I had my birthday yesterday and we ate ants. Mummy said I was two years old. She called me Lucky when I was born, I’m not sure why yet. Mummy knows a lot about pangolins. She said we always try to be helpful, and that’s important, isn’t it? And we mostly help humans, because they’re in a lot of trouble.

“How many people are there?” I asked, when we were looking for ants this morning.

Ants are hard to come by in the Nigerian forests these days. Partly because there are a lot less forests. But at least there are even less lions, so that’s an upside. Above all, there’s more people all the time.

Mummy licked an ant off her chin, although we don’t actually have chins. “About eight billion, I think. That’s eight thousand million, Lucky. There’s a lot. And there’s another eighty million each year. That’s a lot too.”

“Wow. And how many of us are there?”

Mummy frowned. Which is hard for a pangolin to do, not having any eyebrows. “No one knows, but it’s not a lot.”

“A million?” I had heard that was a big number. It felt big, anyway.

She sighed. “Maybe half that much. We’re very particular about what we eat and where we live, and we’re not very good at running away from people. We roll into a ball. Maybe It’s time for some new tricks.”

That sounded great. “Like changing colour or running really fast. Or being small, like ants.”

When she looked at me, she seemed sad. Although it’s hard to tell with pangolins. “Something like that, Lucky.”

I ate some more ants. That’s all we eat, but I always enjoy them. “Where’s Daddy?”

She sighed again. “So many questions. He’s had to go and help the Chinese.”

“Why?”

“They think we can help them get better when they’ve got aches and pains. That’s where most of our people have gone, which is why we’re all that’s left.”

“So will he come back, when he’s helped them?”

Mummy wiped her eye, although we pangolins don’t cry. “He won’t come back, Lucky. And he can’t help them, because we don’t make people better at all. We’re just pangolins. All we do is eat ants.”

I thought that was a shame. Surely there was something helpful we could do. “A lot of people are sick at the moment, aren’t they? Perhaps we can help make them better?”

She stopped eating and seemed thoughtful before she said, “It’s true that we’ve been linked to the transmission of Covid-19 to humans, and we do have an unusual form of immunity. But we don’t do well when we’re away from home, Lucky. Or when we’re sick. We can’t make babies when we’re with people, because we’re not happy. And because so many of us help people in China and Vietnam, there’s not enough left to do anything else. But I expect some of us will end up in laboratories being helpful.”

I followed her across the new road, watching out for cars, although I don’t really know what they are yet. I’ve seen their lights in the darkness and heard the roar they make, and the smell. There was a field on the other side of the road, with people working. But beyond the field there was a bit more forest. And in the forest there were a few ants. We found a ditch, and no one saw us until we were under the trees. There was time for one more question.

“What’ll happen, eventually? I mean, if we’re so helpful then will people help us in return, by making forests bigger and taking away the roads, and leaving us alone?”

Mummy didn’t answer the last question. I never found her again.

Do urban fantasy writers really make a difference?

A question for you

Is it just me or is this world getting increasingly crazy? Does the work of urban fantasy writers actually matter in the end, or is it just plain old escapism? I feel like we are heading towards a moment where the human race can choose between the traditional and unsustainable Trumpish values of greed, dishonesty, over-consumption, mink coats, palm oil, global warming, dictatorships and GNP (sorry to be a bit political here)…

…Or a new world order that people dreamed about in 1972.

That was when world leaders attended the Stockholm Conference. They agreed a new manifesto tackling – guess what – climate change, biodiversity, genetic engineering, social inequality and all the rest. 1972 FFS! I remember lecturing on the subject in my university days. That was almost 50 years ago now (giving away my age…). And now I have joined the ranks of urban fantasy writers instead.

Are we past the tipping point where ‘small is beautiful’ can achieve anything? Can writers and artists influence the deeper levels of how people see the world and open their eyes? Or are we just preaching to the converted?

Do all those urban fantasy books matter?

I think so, otherwise I would not keep writing them. I feel that writing and other forms of art can influence us at a deeper level than conscious thought. And being so bombarded by media of all kinds (especially now), maybe our weary minds need to be given a chance to work things out for themselves. So pick up an urban fantasy novel, and give yourself a break.

Dystopian Fantasy about a New Age Messiah

After much thinking, got a spade in the ground on this new dystopian urban fantasy about a new age messiah…

To Heidi Vorn, the boy was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. He stood in the centre of the village with its tatty, wind-blown huts as toxic dust swirled in amber shrouds. Despite the ragged clothes flapping about him, he seemed to glow. His skin was almost golden, compared to the normal pallor. When he lifted his eyes towards the copter, she felt that he could not only see her but knew her. The feeling she experienced was a strange mix of peace and excitement of things to come.

The villagers – men, women and a few children – were kneeling before him as if wanting forgiveness. Heidi knew they had nothing to forgive. Her family was the source of their disease. Of their anguish and the famine that caved in their cheeks and left bones starting from the skin. A little further away, a scatter of gravestones poked up from the frozen ground.


“look at the poor fools. They think he’s a fucking new age messiah or something.”


Maxim’s voice seemed to come from far away, but the spell was broken. The clatter of the copter blades brought her back.

“Well is he?”

He seemed shocked. “He’s just a boy.”

“What’s his name?”

“Axel Cain.”

The air outside was filling with snow and she was already shivering. But the boy stood with his arms outstretched, and now he was smiling benevolently at his few followers.

More about this dark tale later.

Demonic Tree – story of a major rewrite

Where did the idea come from?

It was time to visit an earlier effort, the fifth novel in the Drakul series. It had always felt that Tepesch Drakul was in some ways unwelcome in that narrative, which concerned a future London dominated and terrorised by a monstrous demonic tree that emerges from the Natural History Museum. The Cazash Tree is part fungus, part animate and needs to escape Earth to continue its expansion, but to do so requires the sporing, using infected humans as disseminators of male spores.

The demonic tree has an army of followers addicted to its deadly sap (‘kine’). The tree is an offence against Nature. Soon enough, nature goddess Annan resurrects a champion in the unlikely form of druid and mage Myrddin Wyllt. Myrddin must use ancient magic to defeat the Tree.

Enter the heroes…

Seven unlikely heroes will help him. These include Hama, the woman who originally caused his death at the hands of a fanatical monk, a hell-hound and a 17 year old blind gunslinger named Swift.

The Tree infects many of the Nature loving Edenists living in the forests surrounding London. They are doomed to become living spore-bearers and obey the Tree. They try to prevent Myrddin but will all die if the Demon Tree spores. Two ‘gifted’ children are Myrddin’s heroes – possessing powerful magic, the result of the earlier apocalypse.

Fortified towns hide within the forests, containing relict civilisations. The former city of Guildford is one such town, run by the De Veres. Obsessed with securing the Gifts, Gwynne De Vere kidnaps gifted children to experiment upon. Gwynne will follow Myrddin, alongside two bough runners (servants of the demonic tree). They comprise Swift, a blind gun slinger, and the mother who abandoned her.

The quest

Myrddin must secure the magical symbols to summon a demon capable of defeating the Cazash Tree. However, the demon in question is far more dangerous than that, and it does not come alone.

By the end of the novel, the planet faces a new future and must choose which direction to take.

Very topical these days.

Dragon Witcher Trilogy – 3rd book Ouroboros Finished!

I was really pleased with the way that this third and final(?)episode of the Dragon Witcher Trilogy played out, with the distant past and the present coming together to build a new future (hence the name Ouroboros, which I have trouble spelling btw). It stretched me as a writer, which what I was seeking.

A good novel seems to write itself and I was swept along in the narrative, which gave the primary characters scope for development as they faced new challenges. Leah Esvane realised her true Dragon Witcher powers in travelling back in time to change history, but in a good way. The biggest surprise at the end was the revelation that she was pregnant, and we can expect her to give birth to another girl, or possibly the first ever Dragon Warlock. But I was also sad to be leaving the planet Eco and the characters I have learned to love or tolerate, but that’s writing. I will wonder about the dragon witch lineage and the future world. Hopefully no more undersea cities appear and they can resume their sustainable lives.

Followed by…

When I completed Ouroboros, it gave me time to revisit an earlier novel and to give it a complete makeover (Demon Tree). The rewrite also changed the focus and tightened up the storyline, with wise direction from John (Jarrold).

Rewriting an existing novel turned out to be a bigger endeavour than taking an empty page, but it needed doing. And now I have no excuses for not getting stuck into latest idea Jon Darke, other than tinkering with this web site obviously.

Second Dragon Witch novel finished. Third underway

Second Dawn  ended up writing itself, which was great. But now the second dragon witch novel is completed, how does the trilogy end? How can witch queen Caia Esvane outwit the Scitha fleet, intent on reclaiming her planet for themselves?  The power of magic will not be enough this time, and she is not prepared to sacrifice the few remaining dragons. To do so would condemn the world to technology and greed, the way it was once before.

Leah Esvane, now twenty-three and as difficult as her mother Caia, wants new challenges. Her affair with one of the hated Centurions is not enough. But Leah is also the most gifted of the dragon witches, stronger even than her mother. Caia has to know how the first Scitha invasion was defeated, over seventeen thousand years ago. Leah is the only one capable of mind-joining across time. Her mission – to occupy the body of Leanne Ty, a fighter pilot in squadron leader John Mack’s team, sister to Simon, a scientist on the team developing the magnetic pulse. But when Leah makes the journey back across time, she finds that nothing was as she expected. To save the planet Eco, will she have to change the future and deny her own existence? This is the final dragon witch novel Ouroboros.

Thomas Budach – talented sci-fi artist

When I was looking for illustrations for my novels and starting to put this web site together, I came across the work of Thomas Budach (see https://pixabay.com/en/users/tombud-1908037/)  and was pretty excited by the touch points to my writing. Similar obsessions about dragons, UFO’s, haunted ships sailing the stars, vampires, dragons, witches – weird, I thought. So I got in contact with this modest and amazing creator and many of the images on this site are the result. Thanks, Thomas.

I would like to say some more about him, but this is all Thomas says about himself on Pixabay

I create digital illustrations with photographs, vector graphics and 3D models. If you prefer or need an individual illustration for your project, please contact me. You can also contact me on Facebook. Have a nice day, thank you 🙂 Thomas Budach

So there you are. A much better tribute exists on the Parts Per Million web site, by – who is a lot better at posts etc than I am.

[breaking news] just discovered Thomas has an Instagram account, with quite a few more of his creations. And also examples of several book illustrations. According to Yoast, I should write at least 300 words on this subject but I have nothing else to say for now…

There are other illustrators and photographers exhibiting their work on Pixabay who have helped me and I have put acknowledgements against images where possible. The amount of creativity and skill is astonishing and also humbling.