The lengthy epic journey of my high fantasy “Rast” hits a milestone today. Having been started in 2003, under contract once before (until I had a fight with IRS paperwork), rejected about half a dozen times, kicked its heels in in-boxes for cumulative years, the novel has at last reached the general public through my new publisher MuseItUp from Montreal.
A ‘different’ fantasy with no f****** elves (to please C.S. Lewis), magic that is a deadly sentient force instead of a handy parlour trick, the satirizing of a mechanistic invader, whose men disbelieve in magic, and a sorcerer king who carries out his own, fatal, intifada, “Rast” is offering a fresh look at the genre.