For everyone who hasn’t ordered yet, today is the last day to preorder Railroad Rising for the Kindle!
This would be me practising doing a book trailer. It is the first one and therefore quite laughable, however I wanted to display it because I lost a night of productivity creating it. (There will be more trailers and they will get better as I get used to editing footage)
Enjoy an exciting excerpt from Railroad Rising as we get ready for it’s release to Kindle!
Carrtog pushed his horse forward through the crowd. The prickling of his ring grew in intensity, was this crowd about to turn into a riot? What did they have in those sacks besides their lunches?
He pulled up in front of the line of guards and said to one of them, “I must speak to your leader. Immediately!”
The fellow looked at him suspiciously, and without taking his eyes off Carrtog, he called “Captain Gwailants! Man wants to speak to you, sir!”
Shortly, the captain came over on foot, there being no room for horses on the platform. He was a hard-looking man, his face browned by the weather, and his short beard and mustache had all gone pepper and salt. His sword was unsheathed in his hand.
“Come up here and talk, and I hope for your sake that you have something important to say.”
The guardsmen grudgingly let him through the line, and the first thing he did was to display his ring to the captain. “My ring tells me that there’s danger here, sir.”
The captain sneered and displayed his own ring. “It does, does it? Would it surprise you at all to know that I know that very well? Our king, however, has decided to ignore the danger in favor of making his political point.”
“Oh.” Carrtog felt deflated.
“Your news is not as vital as you thought, eh? Perhaps you should turn and leave us before—”
There was a shout somewhere in the crowd and what looked like a smoking ball of cloth came whirling through the air to land on the platform.
Carrtog felt a touch of confusion. Recognizing a battle-magic spell, he waved his ringed hand in front of him as if waving away the smoke. The confusion cleared from his mind. That first ball was followed by three others, thrown from other points in the crowd.
He spun to face outward, drawing his sword and shouting “Tsingallik for King Bornival!”
With any luck, that yell might convince the King’s Gentlemen all around him that he was on their side. On the other hand, members of the King’s Gentlemen seldom took risks with the king’s life; it was too likely that one or another of them would stick a sword into his side just to be sure.
Several among the guard swept hands before them — it was no surprise that a large number of them knew battle-magic, some likely knew much more than he did. Men among the crowd flung back their hoods, revealing caps of metal or leather, though a good number wore only a cloth bonnet like his own. There seemed to be only a couple who wore metal breastplates — the rest had a jacket of leather. The weapons they pulled from their sacks were mostly short swords and stout cudgels, but several had wheel-lock pistols.
The pistols were only accurate at close range and took some time to reload. Carrtog knew how to use a pistol; in fact, a pistol would have had more than one use for him at this moment given his training in battle-magic. His grandfather had offered him one before he and Yakor started off on their journey, but he had turned it down. The things were very expensive, particularly in a hinterland place like Tsingallik, and though he hoped at some time to earn the money to buy one of his own, he hadn’t wanted to ride away carrying one that his grandfather might well need worse than he.
The pistol-men in the crowd opened fire, the King’s Gentlemen replying. The powder-smoke began to gather, obscuring visibility, though not to the extent of hiding either of the two sides. Several men in the crowd went down. Carrtog noted that at least two were pushing their way back out of the crowd, just trying to get away.
An attacker stuck a pistol into his face, but Carrtog managed a frantic chop just before the fellow pulled the trigger. The pistol fired off to the side, and the man staggered aside clutching his bloody wrist.
Carrtog thrust at him, but his sword glanced off the man’s leather jacket as he went sidewards. The thought went through Carrtog’s mind that he should grab the dropped pistol, but good sense told him he didn’t have time. Indeed, there was a man jumping forward, extending his sword in a thrust. Even as he reacted, Carrtog noted that something had taken off most of the man’s left ear, leaving the blood streaming down his left side. He parried, and did his own thrust, then pulled his sword free, jumping back to avoid further attacks.
He called out once more, “Tsingallik for King Bornival!!” Then stepped forward, thrusting again.
He noticed that the attackers did not seem to be trying to kill the king or his party, but working to force them backward into the train car where the ladies and the rest of the retinue had already taken shelter. If the attackers were trying to force them inside, it seemed to him that the best thing to do would be to try to force their way out.
But with Captain Gwailants shouting “Rally round the king! Rally round the king!” It seemed that they would be playing into the enemy’s scheme.
The King’s Gentlemen tried to close in around the king, and one glimpse that Carrtog was able to get of Bornival showed the man standing tall and grim, his bloodied sword in one hand, and blood soaking his left sleeve. Obviously, someone had gotten closer to him than his guard would prefer.
Carrtog could hear Yakor’s wisdom telling him not to get trapped in a train-car with the enemy’s target. But with the next surge of rebels he had little choice. He fell into formation with the king’s Gentlemen. Then they were all inside fighting to prevent the numbers of foe inside with them from growing.
Strangely, several of the rebels were pushing backward out the door, while trying to prevent any of the royal party from leaving.
Shouts went up from outside the car, shouts that Carrtog couldn’t make out, but he suspected a signal of some sort.
The train jerked into motion. There was a great groaning as the fastenings tore from the outside platform. Then the train was dragging the outside platform with it, leaving bits scattered along the way as they gained speed.
They’re trying to take the king hostage!
I’d like to thank everyone who has put in a pre-order for Jim’s book on Kindle! It has made the top 100 bestseller list on Amazon! Thank you all!!
By the end of the weekend there will be an Amazon page for JP Wagner along with his biography, so keep watching this site for this and other exciting upcoming announcements!
[Warning: This post contains heavy sentiment and lamenting, if this is not something you wish to see, please feel free to move on to happier, fluffier posts/pages]
This is one of those times when I would ask my father. He is one of the few people who could give me an accurate answer. I wanted to do an ink sketch of a stuffed toy dog in Ancient Egyptian armour.
Except, when I Googled “Ancient Egyptian Armour”, I got a lot of Hollywood, highly stylised armour. I wanted something more realistic to what they would have worn in those times. I then remembered things my father was studying. Ancient Egypt was a catch all phrase. In order to get a better picture, I would need to be more specific and enter in a region such as Sumeria, Mesopotamia, or Palestine etc…
If my father was still here he could have given me clear directions along with some intriguing anecdotes about Ancient armour and this would have been so much faster. Which brings me to why I’m posting this here instead of in my own process blog. In order to give more insight into the man known as Jim Wagner.
Jim Wagner had a vast knowledge of language and stemming from that, knowledge of various cultures and their history. One of them was Ancient Africa and the Middle East (please note my own ignorance on the subject and therefore I am only speaking extremely colloquially and in the most general of terms). I grew up with access to specialised knowledge thanks to my father. I’m only now just beginning to understand how rare this knowledge was and it only saddens me more that this wealth is now gone.
Tonight I began searching for what I believe is the sequel to “Railroad Rising”.
Right up until he died my father was writing. My mother later found some pages in his clipboard that was left in his hospital room. His writing, which was quite frightful when he was healthy, had deteriorated significantly as he grew closer to death.
When I first got the pages I quickly scanned them over to see what was on them. On one of the pages I was pretty sure that I saw the names of one of the main characters from Railroad. But as I looked them over tonight, I was unable to find any names that jumped out at me. But I was sure that he had begun writing a sequel.
It looked as if I would have to search through everything to find this missing manuscript….
The first novel is available for pre-order!
It’s late (or early, depending on how you look at it) and so I’ll keep it brief.
The first part of my morning was spent printing out books. Which were the perfect calling card….the way ashcans are supposed to be! I feel so awesome and retro about that.
It was one of those magical nights where you just fall into conversations with just the right people at just the right time. The only reason it stopped was because the hotel would lose it’s liquor license if we continued to drink, and they had to get the room ready for tomorrow.
After talking with everyone I realised that I felt bad that I didn’t pitch Grotto of Poppies more, cue the half-asleep log line: A current day world where secret societies rule the world and constantly battle for power. The Black Lodge vs the White Lodge….yeah I’m too tired to describe it….it’s awesome and I can’t wait to work on it after I’m done my other two comic projects…to be discussed on a different blog.
So I like the idea of posting every night after the conference, in practise however, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep it up on the rest of the days of the conference.
This was my first conference which has some similarities to a convention but it’s much more intimate.
The biggest thing that I’ll say is that there is a lot of information there. The only problem? The panels simply weren’t long enough! I’d just get into the panel and they’d be closing down and getting ready for the next panel. But I’ve got crazy recordings and so much information to compile.
I am loving the overlap between media and how each of the different mediums influence each other and inform each other. There were a lot of good conversations going on, with topics that translate directly.
I am going to bid everyone a good night now as I have to get up early to print mini-comics off for tomorrow. (Some things never change)