Crimes Against Magic

Today marks a VERY special day for me: one of my fantastic, wonderful, funny, and all-around awesome crit partners has just released his first book. Steve has joined me in the ranks of Indiedom, and I’d love for everyone to get a peek inside CRIMES AGAINST MAGIC.

Want action? History? Male character point of view? Then pull up a seat and read on, folks! Not only is Steve giving us a peek inside the book, he’s giving us a peek inside a new, emerging writer that I know you’ll be hearing a lot more of. CRIMES AGAINST MAGIC debuted into Amazon UK’s top 100 yesterday – yes! On the very first day!

Bio:

Steve’s been writing from an early age, his first completed story was done in an English lesson. Unfortunately, after the teacher read it, he had to have a chat with the head of the year about the violent content and bad language. The follow up ‘One boy and his frog’ was less concerning to his teachers and got him an A.

He was born in a small village called Mexbrough, South Yorkshire, but now lives with his wife and two young daughters in Southampton.

EXCERPT/SNIPPET

Prologue

 

Soissons, France. 1414.

 

Rumours of how the French had murdered their own people reached me long before I’d arrived at Soissons. Even as an Englishman, and despite the never-ending conflicts between our countries, I couldn’t accept that the French would do such a thing. But when I walked through the city’s open gates and saw the multitude of bodies lying side by side, I believed.

The town had been ripped asunder in an act of exceptional brutality, the inhabitants torn to pieces—men murdered as they defended their families, women brutalised and raped until their captors tired of them and left them to die. Not even children were spared, killed alongside their friends and families. The carrion took over, desecrating the remains even further. A city of a few thousand people, reduced to food for crows and rats.

It soon became apparent that there would be no survivors to the massacre. My search of the city only brought more dead, and even more questions, but few answers. Most had obvious sword and axe wounds, or heads crushed by hammer, but some had claw marks across the throat and torso. Something far worse than simple armed soldiers stalked the city.

I stopped by a partially eaten body. The man’s sword had fallen onto the path beside him. His stomach was covered in bite marks. Whatever had attacked him had devoured his internal organs. The bite marks could have belonged to a large wolf, but I knew I wasn’t going to be that lucky.

Dusk was beginning to settle. Birds flew home for the night, a brilliant red sky lighting their way. A low growl resonated from the end of a row of houses close by. I placed my hand on the hilt of my Jian, drawing the Chinese sword a few inches out of its sheath as I continued toward the noise.

I reached the end of the houses and peered around the corner. The stench of death had hung in the air from the moment I entered the city. But it mixed with something else, something more animal than human.

In the centre of a large courtyard, a beast sat on its muscular legs. Its maw was deep inside the stomach of a dead man, feasting loudly. Intestines had spilled out of the wound and now rested beside the body on the blood slick ground. Several more dead men were littered around, none of whom appeared to have been devoured.

I looked up at the sky. “It’s shit like this that makes me hate you.”

I stepped into view. The beast immediately stopped feeding and looked up at me. “Live food,” it growled.

A sigh escaped my lips. “You don’t have to do this.”

The beast stood on two legs, stretching to its full height. It was over a head taller than me, and its muscular frame was covered in dark fur, now matted with blood. The beast’s hands consisted of an elongated palm with long fingers, each tipped with a razor sharp claw. I should know how sharp the bastards were—I’d fought enough werewolves in my time.

The werewolf lifted its nose and sniffed the air. “I can smell your blood, little man.” It stepped forward and opened its mouth, showing me the dozens of wickedly dangerous teeth dripping with gore.

“That’s very impressive,” I said. “You know what I’ve got? This.” I tapped the Guan Dao strapped to my back. A Chinese halberd, consisting of a one and a half meter long wooden pole with a curved sword edge on one end and a sharp spike on the other.

The werewolf shrugged. “You’re just a human. I can kill you before you even draw it.”

“Maybe.” I hurled a silver dagger, into the throat of the beast. It dropped to its knees, desperately trying to remove the dagger as panic set in. Its long fingers were unable to get a good grip on the slick hilt, and it started to choke as blood built up in its windpipe. The werewolf raised its eyes back to me, utterly afraid, as I covered the distance between us and drove my silver-laced Jian into its chest, piercing the heart, instantly killing it.

I held onto the Jian’s hilt and placed one boot on the werewolf’s chest, dragging the blade from the dead beast with a sucking sound. A loud thud accompanied it a second later as the sword came free and the corpse hit the ground. I retrieved and cleaned my dagger before checking on the five dead men lying about the courtyard. The huge muscles in their shoulders and arms made them appear almost deformed, and each one was missing his middle and index fingers. Deep claw gouges sat in their flesh and one of them had lost his entire face when the werewolf had struck. Their uniforms showed that they’d been English archers, and they’d died in a horrific manner.

Then one of them opened his eyes. And screamed.

Great stuff, huh? And there’s more. Read Steve’s interview:

 How did you come up with the idea for your book?

The idea has flittered around my brain for a while. I always wanted to do something where the MC wasn’t exactly a good-guy, but wasn’t the bad-guy either. Someone who occupied that gray space between the two, who was willing to go somewhere most won’t. Nate was that character. The story sort of came over the period of a few years as his character developed.

Who inspired you to write this book?

The birth of my eldest daughter, Keira, inspired me to finally get serious about my writing and get something done. But both (soon to be three) of my daughters inspire me to write everyday.

Best and worst writing tip you’ve learned?

Best – Join a crit group. Your writing will improve in leaps and bounds once you do, and you’ll learn how to take and receive constructive criticism. There’s nothing better for any writer.

Worst – Don’t write and drink. Just don’t. It’s not going end well at all. You’ll come back to your writing the following day and wonder what gremlin logged onto your computer and started randomly hitting buttons.

Can you tell us a little about your next project?

It’s the sequel to Crimes Against Magic—Born of Hatred. It starts not long after CAM finishes, and will be dealing with the undead. But not zombies.

Coffee or tea?

Tea. Always tea. Coffee is horrible stuff. It smells great though. (I couldn’t agree more with Steve on this one)

What weapon would you choose in the zombie apocalypse?

A submarine. I’d like to think I’d be pretty safe from the brain-munching buggers. (Unless your fellow sailors are infected, Steve! Bwahahahaha!)

Check out Steve’s new book, and even Steve himself. Here’s where:

Blog

Twitter

Goodreads

Hidden Realm Publishing’s FB Page

Amazon US

Amazon UK

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11 thoughts on “Crimes Against Magic

  1. I’ve been a fan of Science Fiction/Fantasy since high school (i.e., a long time) and this is a fantastic book! It’s imaginative and well-written, combining mythology and modern adventure in a unique way and creating an unusual hero in Nate Garrett. Love this book!

  2. Cool interview guys, great to see that Crimes against Magic has been so well recieved, Steve. Great stuff, congrats on a great first day! Also great advice about critique groups and booze fuelled writing – this post made me recall some drunken nights of writing which I thought were incredible, at the time. Then came the morning and the realisation that I had destroyed my manuscript with a whole lot of crazy! Thanks for the memories! 🙂 I think we’ve all been there.

  3. Well Steve, I guess I can forgive you moonlighting on other blogs, given it’s Michelle’s. 🙂

    Nice job with the interview and excerpt. Your selling some books Steve, hoping the momentum keeps going for you… it’s got all the ingredients of a great read.

  4. Crimes Against Magic sounds like an awesome read. Thank you for taking the time and effort to share with us today 🙂

  5. Pingback: One Hell of a Week « Steve McHugh

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