Showing posts with label Fantasy and Fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fantasy and Fear. Show all posts

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Fantasy and Fear #1 Audio Magazine

FANTASY AND FEAR #1
Audio Magazine
         
          Fantasy and Fear #1 was produced in conjunction with BrokenSea Audio  and is currently available at www.pulpmachine.blogspot

Produced by Chris Barnes 
Read by Fiona Thraille
Music composed, arranged and performed by Kevin Mcleod

Stories Include

TALES OF MYTHAS: MURDER IN THE GHETTO OF TRENTONIUM By Don Thomas
THE SONG OF HEROES: LORI’S LAMENT By Nancy A. Hansen
THE MAN OF MY DREAMS By C. William Russette
THE WAY OF THE WORLD By Lee Houston, Junior
BEAST OF THE MOUNTAINS By Ron Fortier
THE TUNNELS OF LAO FANG By James Palmer
THE BROTHERS JADE: BOOK ONE by the Brothers Thomas

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Monday, March 7, 2011

"Of Kin and Clan" by: Nancy A. Hansen



"Of Kin and Clan"
by: Nancy A. Hansen
as published in
PRO SE PRESENTS 
Fantasy & Fear #3 
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Excerpt: 

“See anything you like?” Rhandor asked, as they threaded their way through the crowded marketplace. The short man with the long sword and the natural born warrior’s stride walked slowly alongside the equally short woman in the light leather ranger’s outfit, his eyes constantly darting around watching for potential problems.
Roshanna was still far from popular in the capital city of Calimsharv, even after getting an official pardon from the Duchess. Rhandor felt it was his duty to protect her when she was in the city, though he knew Roshanna was perfectly capable of watching out for herself.
“They don’t seem to have much to offer,” Roshanna said with a little frown that narrowed her green eyes and wrinkled her snub nose. “It’s all the same stuff, and most of it is far too big for me too! I don’t want plate; it’s too hot and heavy. Ring mail is lighter and you can move better in it, but crossbow quarrels go right through it, so what’s the point? I already have all the leather I need. I think we’re wasting our time,” she protested.
“Don’t give up that easily,” the shorter of her two male companions said with a grin. “The best equipment isn’t usually out for the public to see. You have to ask for it. They put out the common stuff that they figure mercenaries and day soldiers can afford and save the better things for the good paying customers. They want to unload this garbage as fast as they can,” he said, sweeping an arm to indicate the hodgepodge assortment of rusty plate mail and battered shields in the stall they stood before. “The good stuff is usually behind the counter somewhere.” As a an experienced soldier, Rhandor knew his way around an armor dealer’s stall, and so he was more than happy to escort the fabled Huntress of Greenwood on a shopping excursion.
There was a throat clearing noise on Roshanna’s other side that said Leonhar was about to weigh in on the matter. The journeyman wizard had accompanied them on this trip into the city simply because he invited himself along. Tall and lean, always with a serious expression on his face and long black hair tied back in a mare’s tail, he was quite the traveler, and so very knowledgeable on many topics. Unfortunately he was always too eager to prove it too, and could be quite the bore at times.
“Remember, we haven’t been to the Dwarven section yet,” Leonhar added in his usual know-it-all fashion. “There you will see uncommon workmanship even amongst the most mundane of items.”
“Yeah, and an uncommon price to match it!” added Rhandor with a sarcastic chuckle. He purposely cut Leonhar off before the taller man could expound upon his vast knowledge of Dwarven artisans and techniques. “Show them a purse and the cost of the item goes up before they even find out what’s actually inside.”

Friday, March 4, 2011

"The Sign of the Fourth" A Sherringford Bell Story by: Ken Janssens



"The Sign of the Fourth"
A Sherringford Bell Story
by: Ken Janssens




as published in PRO SE PRESENTS Fantasy & Fear #3 
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Excerpt:
          There were two things that I was very passionate about. The first was the Washington Nationals. There’s nothing like smelling the cherry blossoms planted at Nationals Park as you take in a night of America’s only real gentleman’s sport. It didn’t matter how inept they were season after season; I still loved my adopted baseball team. The second thing I was passionate about was my work. What we did, Sherringford and I, there might not be anything more important in this world. We tracked down the demonically possessed, and usually we sent the monsters back to the hell they came from. But, for today, that would have to wait.
          “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” screamed the pool boy as droplets of water splashed against his bare chest. To the casual observer that just walked into the situation, they would have thought that the tightened ropes that bound the Native American teen to the top of a dining room table would be what caused him pain. They would be incorrect.
          “This will only hurt worse and worse until you decide to talk,” I warned him. The warnings rarely work. Looking around the room, it was obvious that my surroundings were not meant for such things. Though I didn’t know what kind of price tag some of these pieces of furniture and immaculately decorated dishware came with, I was sure that I couldn’t afford a single one of them on my priest’s salary. Not that I cared about such things. It was just that, even though I had eaten in the Hopes’ dining room several times before, this was the first time I thought about the value of its inanimate objects.
          “You’re torturing the wrong man,” yelled the pool boy, spit flying out of his mouth. “This is what he wants. Not me.” It was difficult to look into his red eyes while he screeched and thrashed about.
           

"Desire of the Apprentice" by: C. William Russette


 
"Desire of the Apprentice"
by: C. William Russette
as published in
PRO SE PRESENTS 
Fantasy & Fear #3 
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Excerpt:

     A country of mages and sorceresses do not thrive in their craft by practicing on sticks and stones or even rats and lizards. To understand change one must understand that which you wish to change. The mortal form is a complex thing, the same as fixing ones sight on the future. Often one doesn’t get the result sought on the first try and then its just back to the dungeon in hopes of a more successful second try.
     Those blessed with the sight and the natural dexterity of mind to learn the craft won’t even think on Blakkrfell and head straight to the Vanir or Aesir schools to learn their craft. To plant their lips upon Odin’s backside! Those with brass and an eye for challenge come to Rikr Keep. My students may be fewer in number but I’ll put any three of Odin’s whelps against one my witches, Kjalvör thought, laying languidly amidst her vast bed’s many pillows.
     The emissary from Skogrheim lay next to her, naked and exposed. Completely vulnerable and drained almost unto death from his exertions. He did finally please the queen but only just. The seduction was tedious and without challenge.

     Still, there is something to be said for youthful enthusiasm, she mused. Should I finished him off or allow him to live to return to Skogrheim with my reply to King Faddi‘s ludicrous demands? As if I would have anything to do with the training of one of his daughters in the craft. I already have a student. She is more than a handful as it is. It has been five years since Freia arrived begging on my front step with but a few simple illusions and tinctures to her name. No, let King Faddi’s daughter attend the academy with all the other tiresome applicants that will only take what Blakkrfell has taught them and become a royal vizier or the town seer making love potions for the ugly and gold the slow of wit. I believe, as I did when I first saw her, that Freia will be something special. She has that mercurial glow to her. It’s maddeningly indecipherable.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

"Citadel of the New Moon" by: Kevin Rodgers



"Citadel of the New Moon"
by: Kevin Rodgers
as published in
PRO SE PRESENTS 
Fantasy & Fear #3 
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Excerpt:

The boy floated on his back in the swimming pool and stared up at the night sky. When he was younger, his parents revealed that back in ‘The Old Times’, there was only one moon. His feet splashed and his arms whirled, propelling him backward toward the deep end of the pool. As he stared at the twin moons and twinkling stars, he wondered how The New Moon entered the Earth’s orbit at the end of The Old Times. He knew he’d reached the deep end of the pool when he floated by the words six feet, which were spray painted on red tiles slightly above the water line.
Six feet under, he thought to himself. He stopped swimming and looked down into the dark water. Although he couldn’t see the grate at the bottom of the pool, he knew it was there. During the day, he swam to the bottom of the pool with his best friend, Jason. They challenged each other to see who could hold their breath the longest. Jason was older and stronger, so usually won.
The boy knew his parents would be worried about him if he stayed outside much longer. He should have been under cover thirty minutes ago. He knew his dinner would be cold when he decided to get out of the pool, dry off with a towel, and go inside the house. And he knew he’d receive a spanking from Daddy when his parents realized he’d stayed outside after the curfew. If a roving police officer found him in the pool after dusk, his parents would be forced to pay a hefty fine. For each person who remained beyond cover after sunset, a citation of one-hundred dollars was issued. The town’s Curfew Advisory Board used the fees to help fund overtime for extra police officers, who were needed to deal with the infestations of gargoyles at night.

Monday, February 21, 2011

"A Study in Shadows" by: Aaron Smith

"A Study in Shadows"
by: Aaron Smith

in PRO SE PRESENTS Fantasy and Fear #3




Excerpt:

Looking back, I suppose I shouldn’t have been so worried about the big mess I’d just made while trying to do the right thing. Within less than ninety minutes, it was all cleaned up. It had been one crazy night and day and second night. It seemed as though more had happened in those thirty-six hours than in my entire thirty-two years of life before then. Of course, the fact that my companion on that night was almost three hundred years old also contributed to the surrealistic feel of those events. That, combined with the loss of quite a lot of my blood, had me dazed, to say the least. But I shouldn’t have worried. My new friend, who was somehow very, very old and very, very young at the same time, did one hell of a job cleaning it all up. I’ve always had an interest in the past, an attraction to things or places that feel like they still exist in a previous era.
I’ve always had a habit of seeking out places like that. They give me a break from the realities of day to day life and provide a shift in mood that does me a world of good. I call them the Quaint Places. I had gone out and driven to a little diner, the Paradise, in the rural town of West Mountain, looking for a bite to eat and that peaceful feeling of taking a swim in the ocean of the past. To put it mildly, I got way more than I’d bargained for.
I found myself joined at my diner booth by a stunning woman, young I thought, but older, far older than she seemed to be. Siobhan was a vampire who claimed to be nearly three-hundred years old. Strange as it sounds, it turned out to be true. She asked me to help her and I agreed. When vampires, as she explained to me, get to be about a hundred thousand midnights into their lives as blood-drinkers, they go through a change that they call the Eldering, which alters or magnifies the powers that vampires all have, though this event seems to affect each one differently. It turns out there’s also a sort of being, kind of robotic in some ancient way, that some call angels, that can sense when a vampire is about to go through the Eldering and tries to kill it while it sleeps through the day. It also turns out that the angel things are forbidden, by some programming imprinted on them, from harming or killing a human being.


Saturday, February 5, 2011

Interview with "The Nancy Hansen"

Some of Nancy's Pro Se work includes:

Fantasy and Fear #1 -
"THE SONG OF HEROES:LORI’S LAMENT" 

Fantasy and Fear #2 -
"MASQUERRA AND THE STORM GOD"

Fantasy and Fear #3 -
"OF KIN AND CLAN" 

Nancy received a 2011 Pulp Ark Award Nomination for her work in Pro Se Presents: Fantasy and Fear #2 - "MASQUERRA AND THE STORM GOD"

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Tell us about yourself, some personal background? I’m a fairly simple person; wife and mother of two grown sons, and we live in beautiful, rural northeast Connecticut. A lifelong reader and lover of books, I have a lot of interests and hobbies that feed into my writing. I’m a gardener, crafter, amateur naturalist, and I’ve dabbled in art and music. I collect fantasy and owl figurines. I love to cook and crochet, and I’ve been known to haunt antique shops, flea markets, and yard sales looking for bargains. I have very strong interests in mythology, the occult, and anthropology—actually a lot of the natural sciences. I used to hunt and fish with my Dad and I still enjoy long walks in the woods and countryside. I’ve had a variety of jobs over the years: nanny and housekeeper, mushroom picker, health aide in a nursing home, and a stint as a high voltage tester for a wire and cable manufacturer. I’ve sold hand-tied trout flies and handmade crafts and Christmas wreaths to make a few dollars. I’ve volunteered as a Cub Scout leader and in local school systems, and did online stints as forum moderators for both Sierra software (gardening and landscaping) and Prodigy Internet Communities on their now defunct Books & Writing Bulletin Board. I always have some project going or something in my hands, because I’m one of those people who just can’t sit still doing nothing.

Back when my kids were young, I was a stay-at-home mom by choice and necessity. My oldest son has a neurological disorder and was struggling in school. My mother was recently widowed, depressed, and very dependent on me. We moved her in with us, and once things stabilized I started casting about for some sort of creative endeavor to focus career aspirations on. After playing around with both art and music for a while, and then completely failing at a craft supply selling business, I decided writing was what I really wanted to do. It’s very artistic and challenging, and doesn’t require as much time leaving home to sell your wares, which worked better with raising a family. There were a lot of demands on my time back then, but I was thinking about my own future too. I had a high school diploma and no job training, and money was pretty tight, so going back to school was out of the question. Instead I took a couple of writing correspondence courses from home. Best thing I ever did! Those focused lessons, along with teaching myself how to operate a computer and run a word processing program, really made a huge difference in what I was able to accomplish at the keyboard. Unfortunately I’m not an organized thinker and I’m a rotten typist, so if I was still using up correction ribbons by the case or trying to read my chicken scratch and cross-outs, I’d have given up writing a long time ago. I managed to get a few articles published here and there and took a couple prizes in local poetry contests, but getting my fantasy fiction in the hands of readers was always my passion, and that had been an elusive goal until recently.




As a writer, what influences have affected your style and interests the most over the years? Do you have a particular genre/type of story you prefer to write? Well, besides the convergent interest areas, I’ve always been a huge fan of speculative fiction, especially epic/heroic fantasy—what is known in the mainstream market as ‘sword & sorcery’. As a kid I loved anything that had to do with Tarzan, The Lone Ranger, Robin Hood, pirates, Japanese monster flicks, classic horror films, and the like. I devoured Jack London’s tales of the north and drooled over John Steinbeck’s ability to tell a funny, ironic, or heart-tugging story and still get an important point across. I discovered Sherlock Holmes as a young teen and spent an entire summer reading an omnibus hardcover someone tossed in the town dump! We got a lot of bundles of comic books that way too, and I read all I could. In my late teens, I read The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings Trilogy because a dear friend loaned them to me for the summer, and she also passed on some Conan stories written by authors other than Robert E. Howard. Along the way, someone gave me a box of romance novels with a copy of Andre Norton’s Catseye in it. Never read many of the romances, but I’ve worn out two paperback copies of that fantastic book. I had the high school librarians scouring the stacks for anything I hadn’t read, and that’s about the time Anne Rice’s Interview With The Vampire came out. I was the first kid in that school to read it, before it even went on the shelf. can be hard to take, invariably makes for a much better tale.

As soon as my sons were old enough to listen, I used to read bedtime stories to them. The older they got, the more complex books I would read, voice-acting the characters and explaining the tough words and concepts. Once they got involved in PC and console gaming, I would watch them play, and then grab a book for myself and read something to relax with before I went to sleep. Those were sometimes stressful days, and so I learned to select something entertaining to decompress with. I did read a little science fiction or horror, or the very occasional historical romance, but most often it was a beloved epic fantasy. Finding and falling in love with a copy of David Edding’s The Ruby Knight in the cutout bin at the local bookstore and then getting my first Howard Conan omnibus collection and devouring that are what put the idea in my head that maybe I should think about writing this stuff too. By then my bookshelves were groaning anyway, and my head was filled with ideas of how I would handle stories and characters like the ones I was reading.

So I guess it was just meant to be. Those influences were my first introduction to the world of pulp, and while I might not have called it that at the time, looking back I can see how I got here.

What about genres that make you uncomfortable? What areas within pulp are a little bit intimidating for you as an author? I don’t know that there’s much in the way of writing I’m actually uncomfortable with. There are areas I’m not particularly interested in, and some I’m not all that skilled with—mainly because I don’t have enough reading experience. Slasher horror, hard sci-fi, bodice ripper romances, complex spy/mysteries, westerns, military and police stuff, and the noir kind of suspense stories that wind up being dark period pieces are all somewhat intimidating for me. I can’t stress enough though, if you want to write well in a particular area, you need to read a lot of what’s already been done, and if I ever want to write them that’s what I will do.


Are you a pulp fan? If so, how has that affected you as a writer of pulps. If you aren’t a longtime fan, then why pulp? You know, if you had walked up to me and asked that question a year ago, I would have said it depends on what you consider pulp. This past year of being steeped in the entire pulp culture has shown me that it’s a pretty broad based definition. But to answer the first part of the question, yes I am a pulp fan because I love to read good stories full of action and adventures with clear cut heroes and villains. In all honesty, I’m not writing any fiction now that is much different than what I always have done. I’ve just picked up the pace of the stories a bit. I always set out to write a story I’d love to read. I see pulp not as a separate genre, but a specific style of writing that encompasses many genres. What sets pulp apart is that it is very fast paced, as much action oriented as it is character driven, with heroes and villains that are distinctly defined. It’s wonderfully entertaining reading, (and darn fun to write too!) and that’s exactly what it was intended for. Pulp is the escapist fiction of the everyday reader-for-pleasure, and that’s why no matter how accepting or not the mainstream market has been, pulp has always managed to survive in one form or another. Like its many heroes, pulp is too hard boiled, direct, stubborn, and beloved by its many fans to go down without a fight.

I came to writing pulp through word of mouth about how a startup publishing group called Pro Se Productions was looking for writers. The attraction wasn’t because it was pulp per se, but because I could write the kind stories I love so much. I had to audition just like everyone else, and sent a total stranger named Tommy Hancock a couple of stories; and wonder-of-wonders, he actually liked them! In fact he said he wanted more, and I sure did want to write for someone regularly, so I signed on as a staff writer.
Just a word about writing in general to potential writers reading this… Be a pulp hero too, and never give up.

I’ve been writing seriously for almost 22 years now with limited success in the mainstream publishing industry. I’ve watched that market contract through buyouts and attrition, going from dozens of small companies to like 6 major houses. Getting published with the big houses is now mostly a numbers game involving marketability based on name recognition. The standard and genre fiction magazine and anthology markets that still survive have slush piles clogged with manuscripts from folks like us vying for a few precious pages between the ads and interviews with big names. Fortunately we live in an age where things like print-on-demand and E-copies make indie companies like Pro Se a viable possibility even without the hefty advertising budgets. I’m proud to be involved in what I see as a groundswell of frustrated talent turning to what works best—going directly to the public with what we have to offer. I’ve talked to a lot of self-published authors and other creative people in fields like music over the last few years, and the happiest, most fulfilled ones are doing just that—selling direct so that there are less flaming hoops to jump through to find an audience.

What do you think you bring to pulp fiction as a writer?  Because I haven’t read a lot of what you would consider classic pulp (yet), I’d have to answer that I have few preconceptions about what can be done in any particular way. Since many of my writing influences were in the mainstream market, what I write is very character driven, and you will always find very well defined people in my stories. I’m also big on settings. I want you to see what I visualize in my head. Not that other pulp writers don’t do that, but I came into this with an entire batch of work already established and so I know how these particular worlds work and what to expect from the main good guys and baddies.

Being a woman who happens to write pulp stories gives me a bit of an edge on creating strong female leads. I think that is one area that has been underserved in what we would consider classic pulp—that and positive characters with diverse racial, ethnic, and even gender preference. If you look at the success of the Harry Potter books or Christopher Paolini’s Eragon, you can see that even our younger readers love a good yarn with all sorts of exciting and dangerous things going on. Our audience has grown more diverse over the years, and pulp has more growing to keep up with them. I see a lot of good stuff out there now, and it’s nice to be on the cutting edge.

You’re a staff writer at Pro Se Productions and you have several series going on there. Share a bit about them with us, if you would?   Yeah I have something like eight series going, and I rotate through them. I’ve done a couple of standalone stories too, so this could take a while. Only a couple of stories have appeared in the magazines yet. Several series take place in the same world, just different areas and eras, and I do tend to have some crossover characters. There’s a lot to tell…

Roshanna the Huntress, The Windriders of Everice, The Vagabond Bards, The Sudarnian Chronicles and the brand new By The Wayside Tales are all set in the same world, a sort of classic fantasy good vs. evil, sword and sorcery setting. Each one has a particular set of main characters doing what they do best against that big backdrop.

Roshanna is a frontier ranger type character who is good with a bow or a knife. Because of her triple bloodline heritage of Human, Elf and Dwarf; she is tough, witty, and has a lot of charisma and empathy for others. She lives alone as a warder protecting an enchanted northern forest that has a portal between worlds hidden in it. She gets into all sorts of adventures, and her first story, “Of Kin and Clan”, just debuted in Pro Se’s Fantasy & Fear #3. Of all the characters I’ve written, she’s my favorite and the one I’d most love to be like.

The Windriders sagas take place farther south in a high mountain range, and involve a legion of mounted warriors on flying steeds that protect an area served by the one large pass through those mountains. They are lead by Neoma, the abdicated crown princess of the realm of Everice, and many of her recruits are young adult misfits needing a place to fit in. Think Black Sheep Squadron with warriors on flying horses fighting dragons and gryphons.

The Vagabond Bards are a fellowship of musically talented people committed to being teachers and keepers of the history of the land in a time of great upheaval. These roving bards get into a variety of adventures and each story features one or more of the group off doing what they do best—keeping the populace informed and working to make their world a better place. Picture them as a roving medieval Peace Corps with musical instruments and a penchant for good taverns and dependable transportation.

The Sudarnian Chronicles take place in another, well settled area of that same world, where there are all sorts of magical creatures and beings and plenty of things to keep the four young people who are the main characters busy. This story has a quartet of regular characters: Nicholas and Ethan, two orphaned refugee brothers—one skilled with fighting weapons and the other able to summon creatures and do some elementary wizardry; Sarita, a young girl of another culture who has natural abilities with healing, spirit calling, and clairvoyance; and Lauren, a tomboy of sorts who has a lot of gumption and great skill with a bow. A foursome of abilities that compliment and contrast, like the teams you find in many RPG games.

By The Wayside Tales is an offshoot of my last Vagabond Bards story, continuing the adventures of two guest characters I just fell in love with. Alexandre Louis Edouard Lebeau is a short-statured but feisty count-turned-adventuring cavalier, armed with sharp wit, impeccable style, and a flashing rapier. His half-Elven companion and ardent interest is the lovely and talented pickpocket, cat burglar, scam artist and highwaywoman Danika, AKA The Phantom Rose. They are by association now outlaws trying to do the right thing and clear their names while staying one step ahead of the hangman, sort of like a medieval setting Fugitive series. I dedicated their first standalone appearance “The Reluctantly Betrothed” to the benefit book being put together for Pulp Ark to donate to libraries as a way to get more pulp into the stacks. For now that is where they will remain, making appearances within benefit books, unless they develop a following of their own.

Three other series I have outside of this all encompassing world setting are The Song Of Heroes, the Companion Dragon Tales, and my newest venture, The Silver Pentacle.

The Song of Heroes has a more modern setting, but features the legendary Lorelei the Siren, who has been brought back to the world of the living by the ‘gods’ to find and eliminate some of the scummier villains of the world. As with all sirens, her biggest assets are her lovely good looks and her enchanting voice. Lori, as she is known, is rather a tragic figure in that she is atoning for her past sins as an enchantress who purposely shipwrecked sailors to steal from them. Being immortal, she will outlive anyone who loves her, and because she is bound to this crime busting life, she must always move on after each assignment is completed. She wears a magical bracelet and chained ring that, when disconnected, brings one or more of four very diverse ‘heroes’ who are doing similar penance. At times the differences between her associates and their intended targets are not so very marked, nor are all of the targets human either. Plenty of violence and adult topics implied in this series—still PG 13, but not for the kiddies, with her introductory adventure, “Lori’s Lament” having appeared in Pro Se Presents Fantasy and Fear # 1.

The Companion Dragons Tales are a similar modern setting with lots of magical overtones and all the bad puns you could ever want to read. J Little dragons become the familiar companions of various wizards, witches, enchantresses, and mages, many of which are also writers. Each magical person has a particular claim to fame, and each dragon has specific abilities. The adventures are set in worlds both known and fantastic, and it is the connection between the dragon and the human companion that drives the stories. The first one started as an online spoof by a writing friend, and once I was invited to join in, they kind of evolved into an entire world of their own. (I tend to complicate things…) While my original intention was to target younger readers, there’s plenty of appeal to all ages, as with the Harry Potter stories. What’s not to like about a world where the universal currency is based on chocolate, and you could be saved from attacking hack wordsmiths or evil clowns by ninja nuns and that famous adventurer, Rhode Island Smith? Nothing is sacred and everything possible is lampooned.

The Silver Pentacle is a brand new series for me, and it’s a real departure from anything else I’ve written. Take a post apocalyptic Earth, combine four elemental super beings with an androgynous demi-deity. Toss in some mythological gods and goddesses vying for control against the backdrop of an ongoing war fought by giant mechs, some ecological mayhem, and plenty of rifts in time and space bringing strange creatures and beings alive. Shake well, and give them a cosmic treasure hunt with a measure of steampunk and classic science fiction props, and the occasional cameo of a historical personage. I think you’ll have a lot of fun reading it. It’s been a challenge to write, and I love every moment of it. I’ve been told that the first SP story; “To Kindle A Fire” will be debuting in Peculiar Adventures #4. I’m putting the finishing touches on the second tale, “Where Fair Winds Do Blow”, right now. That one has Atlantean mermen, sea monsters, and pirates…

Whew, that’s all a lot of work, but also a labor of love. I enjoy having something new to pick up on any time I feel jaded by a particular story. And nope, I have no problem keeping them all straight. I write copious notes.

You’re a woman writing fantasy pulp. Does the fact you’re female give you any sort of different perspective on pulp?  I suppose it might, because from what I understand, my gender makes me a bit of an anomaly. But honestly, I think of myself as a pulp writer who just happens to be a woman. I do use a good amount of strong leading ladies and female sidekicks in my stories because I like the idea of giving women something more to do than romp around being hot and sexy or helpless. These ladies I’m writing are not barely clothed, half dressed supermodels or whimpering victims waiting to be saved. They’re gutsy gals from all walks of life muddling through, doing what they do best. I write plenty of male characters too, and a couple of gender conflicted/neutral ones. I’m working hard on getting more ethnicities into the mix, because I want the stories to reflect the diversity of my audience. People in the real world come in a wonderful variety of shapes, sizes, colors, genders, experiences, and backgrounds; and we all want stories to contain characters and settings that feel familiar and comfortable. The tenets of pulp are pretty much the same no matter who you are or what you’re writing: fast paced action in an engaging tale, with heroes you’d be proud to share a victory drink with, and villains you’re glad to see trounced. The rest is in the tale itself, and if it’s done well, it doesn’t make a darn bit of difference who-all wrote it or what the particulars of the character’s dossier are.

You’re an editor also for Pro Se. What do you edit and what do you think you bring to that position that can be of benefit to the writers you edit?  I’ve edited Peculiar Adventures since issue two, but I’m always available if they need something eleventh hour for somewhere else. Editing was kind of a battlefield promotion, but that said, I’ve been doing it for friends for years now. Anyone who writes regularly and wants to be read knows the value of careful editing because no matter how meticulous you are, you’re still gonna miss stuff. As a writer, you tend to get tunnel vision after you’ve worked on something a while and the brain will fill in what it wants to see. It always helps to have a second pair of eyes to pick up those dumb little things that we all tend to overlook in our umpteenth read-through. I did a lot of support editing and encouragement when I worked with the Prodigy group, and some of those friendships have continued well past its sad demise. I’ve also spent a lot of writing time making every mistake in the world over the last 20 years, so I know what to look for. J I do copy edit everything I get, looking for the usual little typos, redundancies, and so on. But I also view those stories as a potential reader, trying to get a feel for what each author does well, where the strengths and weaknesses are, and how this story or series could work best for Pro Se in general and PA in particular. I don’t put myself on any pedestal just because I have an extra position after my name. I get edited too, and believe me, I make plenty of mistakes! From experience I can say that the feedback, though it sometimes

What I like about small companies like Pro Se are the interpersonal exchanges. As an editor, I am not some unseen enigma with a printed signature on a form letter. Most of the writers I deal with know, or should know, I am always there if you need someone to kibitz or kvetch with and bounce ideas off of. I am on Facebook and can be reached via Pro Se or my work email

What’s coming Nancy Hansen in the future? Any projects you want to discuss?  Well, a whole bunch of things! I turned in over 20 short stories to Pro Se last year alone, and there’s more in process as I write this. Most of what I write for Pro Se appears in Fantasy & Fear, but as I said above, the Silver Pentacle series will be debuting in Peculiar Adventures down the road. I have a couple of longer term projects that I can’t discuss right now, but rest assured, I will always have more than one iron in the fire and I’m always open to new projects and collaborations. With the amount of material I have on hand, I’ll be able to write for the rest of my life, and likely never get it all done. Good thing I love what I’m doing huh?

Interview copied from allpulp.blogspot.com February 5, 2011 at 8:01 am

Sunday, January 23, 2011

"100,000 Midnights" by Aaron Smith

"100,000 Midnights"

by Aaron Smith

PRO SE PRESENTS Fantasy and Fear #2


Excerpt

The present stinks!
Seriously, although there are enough advantages to the Twenty-First Century to make it, technically, the best time in human history to be alive, nothing about that fact says that I have to like the essence, the feeling of living now. Yes, we live longer thanks to improvements in medicine. We’re more comfortable on a daily basis than ever before because of our technology, which I wouldn’t want to give up completely. We have faster
access to more kinds of information than ever before, and that’s a great thing. If we look at it from that angle, then the present is a pretty good time to be alive.
Still though, in some ways, I prefer the past. Not the distant past, for that was much too dangerous and primitive for the tastes of anyone who wants any kind of civilized existence, but the fairly recent past looks awfully good from where I’m sitting. My love for the past even shows up in the way I phrase things sometimes, not that I do it intentionally. Look, for instance, at how I began this little description of my opinion. I said ‘The present stinks!’ I could have said it ‘sucks,’ but that would smack of the contemporary casual usage of profanity that wasn’t there a few decades ago. I’m not an old man, though some seem to think I act like one, curmudgeonly and cranky. I’m barely into my thirties, but even that’s old enough to remember a time when six year olds didn’t toss around curses like they were scarred and tanned old sailors. There is no profanity that’s worth its weight in offensiveness any more, since it’s all so overused.
I miss people’s respect for privacy too. Nobody seems to value it anymore. The quiet that we all used to have sometimes, the time to stop and think. The times when we could be just a bit isolated for just a few hours. I, for one, have no desire to be in constant contact with anyone. Not through perpetually blabbing into a cell phone, not by texting, not by any means. It’s not that I don’t like people. It’s just that I don’t need to be talking to them at every waking moment.
Maybe it’s just my natural eccentricity, but I  like to, sometimes at least, feel like I’ve stepped back in time just a blink or a decade or half a century. Stepped back to a time that seems cleaner, more innocent; even if it’s only that way through pretended rose-colored glasses.  A time more elegant and somehow purer. The Forties, Fifties, Sixties, even the Seventies and Eighties have a sort of appeal to me. An attraction that calls out to me like a magnet or a movie poster that makes me want to see that film and get lost, if only for a few precious and surreal hours, in an era that I just missed by what amounts to only an ounce of fluid in the deep and rapid river of time.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

"Stigma" by: B.G. Bell

"Stigma"
by: B.G. Bell 

PRO SE PRESENTS Fantasy and Fear #2



Excerpt

          It was a nice apartment inside. But outside it was still an old motel, decaying concrete and rusty iron staircases. When the passing traffic had stopped paying to stay the night some realty corporation bought the place, sprayed some paint on the building and waited for it to fall apart. The people who could afford an outing stopped coming, and the people who couldn’t afford to get out moved in.
          Some of them brought pets.
          The cats outside the door were hungry again.  Robbie didn’t have to hear their voices to know that. They were always hungry. He knew as soon as he stepped outside he’d be blasted by the grating yowls that pass for begging amongst felines demanding to be fed.
          When the cats had first moved in he had tried to ignore them, but eventually the begging kittens grew into aggressive panhandlers, their repetitive mewing transformed to a sonic assault. So he’d taken some scraps out to them. Feeding the cats had turned into an everyday thing, and now they were surrogate pets.
          “Morning, Red. Morning, Black.” The two cats ignored him, devouring everything in the bowl before he had even gotten out the door.
          He noticed the trash bags piled on his neighbor’s front porch, as if the extra hundred feet to the dumpster was just too far to carry them, their green plastic stretched transparently thin near the holes where too much garbage had been stuffed in, the edges of the holes frayed where the cats had clawed, searching for food or playing with vermin.
           The front gate was still open, so on his way out Robbie made sure to close it because, unlike his neighbor, he didn’t want to invite every crack addict in the neighborhood in to rob the place. The two cats followed him to the corner and then scattered off to beg from the other neighbors.