February 17th, 2012

Writing Old School

Happy Book Day!

My novella, The Lady of Seeking in the City of Waiting is available today! http://amzn.to/ysNkJk

Welcome to the City of Waiting. Welcome to Shadeside. From the moment Jane enters Shadeside, she is a pawn in a dangerous game between rivals. With no real memory of who she is or where she came from, Jane embarks on a quest to discover her past as well discover who it is she promised to meet. Along the way, she is protected by guardsman Derax, counseled by Lady Ellowyn, and warned of plots and betrayal by the most powerful oracle in the city. Through her travels, Jane meets a myriad of strange, wonderful, and terrible people. By the end, she believes the city itself has a stake in her quest—as if there was any doubt.

"A grand tour of the city of Shadeside. From the screaming Ghost Clock to tribes of roof-running messengers to the silent warriors of the Black Watch, Shadeside is a fascinating setting, and Jennifer Brozek brings it to life." – James L. Sutter, author of Death's Heretic

"In Lady of Seeking in the City of Waiting, Brozek spins a fantastic tale in every sense of the phrase, layered with vibrant characters, touching drama, and intriguing themes. Read it." – Matt Forbeck, author of Amortals

"An intriguing novella with an unusual premise and a spirited heroine who insists on weaving her own path through an tangle of intrigue, despite that she cannot remember who she is. The layering of present and past mysteries gives the story a richness that helps draw the reader on toward the unexpected but satisfying conclusion." – L. Jagi Lamplighter, author of the Prospero's Daughter series
Gamer Dice

What Would Elminster Say?

Last night, our D&D group got dumped from the Dark Sun universe to the Forgotten Realms universe. We all knew it was coming out of character. Jeff (the GM) and I talked about who would meet us. The question, if it was Elminster, what would he say?

I wrote Ed Greenwood and asked.

Thus Elminster said, while we were all on the ground and somewhat dazed...

"Ah! Worldwalkers tired of frying pans and seeking fires, I see! Well met, and welcome to the Forgotten Realms!

"As adventurers always seem to get themselves into verily TERRIBLE trouble if I leave them to what the saying is pleased to call 'their own devices,' prudence - - and thy preference to retain thy lives, heads, and various other important appendages - - demands I steer thee. As in, head ye into an adventure or task that will have ye marauding over selected parts of the Faerunian landscape, not ALL of it, at random.

"Harken, then, for thy might and daring is needed in the back rooms of coin-crazy Athkatla, where doppelgangers have begun to replace and impersonate the wealthier, greedier, and less scrupulous of that city's grasping merchant princes . . . and 'tis also needed in the wilderlands nigh Secomber, where one of the stupider of those Zhent dolts has decided to hide a deepspawn in a cavern somewhere hard by the High forest, and it's begun spewing out a steady stream of lesser monsters that will overrun the countryside if no one slaughters it soon! Beware the ghost-mage, mind! Has a habit of turning thy own spells back on thee!

"Have fun - - mind ye, adventurers always do - - and neglect not what I've told thee, for 'tis the doom of men ( and a few women, too, from time to time) that they forget. Which reminds me, I nigh forgot what I myself must be about, this even! Dancing with a dragon; all those sharp claws; 'tis like being married, I tell thee! Well, fair forays 'til next we meet, gentles!"

Then he disappeared.