I didn’t post last week as I was knocked out by Covid and had to isolate, but things rolled on with the publication of Chapter 6 of The Gigantomachy Of Antonios Costas. I’m much better now, so can get back to normal. Things are rolling on nicely with the SFF Chronicles podcast. We’ve enlisted theContinue reading “Podcast Update”
Last week, Medas paid a visit to Antonios in the night, and the sense of an otherness in the camp grew. This week, as day breaks in the darkness two terrible calamities visit themselves unto the party. The next day, the diggers set about excavating the great tunnel with a strange blend of alacrity andContinue reading “The Gigantomachy Of Antonios Costas, Chapter 7”
Last week, tensions were heightened in the sinkhole dig as whispers of a malevolent force being the cause of the accident made their way through the camp. This week, Antonios and his friends consider the merits of such superstitious claims, and Medas pays a visit on Antonios in the night. We stopped for the night.Continue reading “The Gigantomachy Of Antonios Costas, Chapter 6”
A couple of weeks ago I read Philip Pullman’s Northern Lights for the first time. There’s a reason for this, which shall become apparent soon, but for now, I’ll regurgitate the reason for missing it when it was first published. Just as I did for missing H.P Lovecraft the first time around, I dismissed itContinue reading “Long Read: The Abyssal Awakening of Mankind in Northern Lights and Paradise Lost”
Last week, Antonios and Medas met up with fellow academics Albert Winston and Helena Papidou at the bottom of the Athenian sinkhole. In the wake of the accident they saw investigations are conducted, but whispers hurry through the workforce that something unexplainable caused it. The tunnel was cordoned off for the day as the accidentContinue reading “The Gigantomachy Of Antonios Costas, Chapter 5”
Over the summer I managed to visit the crumbling ruins of Lindisfarne Priory, which sits at the southern tip of the geographically modest but culturally significant Holy Island, a mile or so off the coast of Northumberland. This spit of marsh and rock can only be access via a tidal causeway – miscalculate your journeyContinue reading “The rich heritage of ghost stories”
Last time, Antonios and Medas began their descent by helicopter into the abyss of the Athenian sinkhole. When they arrive at the bottom, they find a hive of activity as the dig team are already excavating the area. Among the initial discoveries are some unexpected acquaintances. And no sooner than they have arrived, tragedy visitsContinue reading “The Gigantomachy of Antonios Costas, Chapter 4”
One word which crops up time and again among writers’ groups is agency. You gotta make sure your characters have agency. Your characters can be good, bad, ugly, beautiful, have a myriad of character tics, discourse markers and fascinating mannerisms, but without agency, they’re just cardboard cutouts, shadows of what they could and should be.
Last week Antonios and Medas signed the contract to investigate the Athens sinkhole. This week, as they await their transportation into the subterranean depths they consider the idea of divinity, the lack of it in the human world, and the finitude of human civilisations, all while they stare into the gaping abyss.
I’m a latecomer to Lovecraft. I knew who the man was when I first dabbled in horror and SFF when I was a schoolboy, but for some reason passed him by, maybe labouring under the idiotic impression that he was too pulpy for my tastes. The irony was that the many things I did spendContinue reading “Long Read: Gott ist tot, but Yog-Sothoth Lives! The perfect historical oddity of H.P Lovecraft”