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Friday, 22 April 2011

FENRISULFR

             From THE KEY OF THE STORM,  chapter 1 , part 2 is concerned with an experience that occurred back in 1990's . Suffice to say 'twas not a pleasant one , albeit an enlightening one nevertheless and it did teach me caution . To a degree .

                                                       

                                                        
  Night , choose your masque
                       Hide my screams
     For refuge sought
                       Within such dreams
     Brings no succour
                      Nor timely respite
From the Wolf
                      That now follows
      Eyes darkly bright
                              Fenrisulfr ! He comes
           His hunger impatient
                                      Unbound now , unchained
        With anger unsated





My thanks to you for coming here

May your Gods
Whoever they may be 
Walk beside you always


D W Storer






Thursday, 21 April 2011

TWO TREES , A CELT AND HIS SEED

         Greetings to all , an excerpt -  the opening of
 "THE KEY OF THE STORM"
        
   
             To the West a City of Towers , resplendent in its strength dominating its surroundings , connected by a rarely used trail that traversed a scrubby wasteland to a series of low laying hills that fell away to the East . A desolate , frost spattered , tract of land that was seemingly devoid of both hope and life with the exception of two , broken , stunted , trees that sat together on one side of the trail for all the world looking like a pair of elderly sisters who sought solace in each others company from the ravages of an uncaring world . Their bare branches reminded me of withered hands raised accusingly to the sky that watched impassively from above . A flat stone of immense stature lay opposing them on the other side of the trail , covered in faded markings that possibly once were runes of some sort and remarkably free of moss or lichen . Perhaps it was waiting to see if they might recover their youth and spring back to life I mused . Sitting on this lonely rock I surveyed my surroundings , strangely calm of mind .

            The shape of things to come ?  Having been published way back in 2011..and it's sequel ...THE RECUSANT WHO NEVER RECANTED...having launched June 2014 ... what next ...the poetry volumes that sit between each book set the mood....the final part of the trilogy .......THROUGH THE MIRROR DARKLY is yet to come


 May your Gods, whoever they may be , walk beside you always 

D W Storer

            

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

DAVID PARRY

So , it begins .Not with news about my work , nor even excerpts from the books , but with a little bit about someone else . Why ? Why not ? And the first person I'm going to place here is David Parry . Now he's a clever old sod , university and all that , and has been a friend for some years . In fact my best friend and a major influence , and despite the fact that some might think that this is a blatant bit of plugging it's not . Perchance 'tis true to a degree , for I have read his books . I'm even mentioned in one . Yaaay for me . David actually runs his own theatre group , so if you take the time and preferably after you've done with me for the day take a look on facebook and search out  " Allthing"" and  " Occult Theatre "  .

Boyh of David's books are published by Mandrake of Oxford ,