Blood of Aenarion, my first new Warhammer novel in more than eight years, has just been released. I had planned a long post for today about the writing of the book, which was something of an epic in itself, involving travel across Europe and Asia, visits to exotic and glamourous locations and my discovery of a shrine to Slaanesh in that most likely of places, Thailand.
I kept a diary of the trip and the process of writing and took photos to document my journey. Unfortunately, in one of those clear demonstrations of the law of unintended consequences, I upgraded my computers hard drive and operating system and for some reason the files I need access to don’t show up in Spotlight on my Mac anymore. I am sure I will find them soon, but the only way I can think of doing this is to boot from my old hard-drive and then find and copy the files. That is all going to take some time. Anyway, please accept this excuse in the “dog ate my homework” or “a poltergeist reached out of the screen and grabbed my blog post” spirit in which it is intended.
True story: almost exactly twenty years ago today, in a bar in a less than salubrious corner of Bangkok, Fergus Bannon introduced me to a group of English tourists as the illegitimate son of a Golden Triangle opium warlord. (I can be certain of the date because I made the mistake of agreeing to meet him there to celebrate the birthday we almost share.)
Despite the obvious untruth of this assertion, it remains the single best introduction anyone has ever given me and it tells you something about Bannon’s maliciously crazed imagination. It is a tribute to his reality warping powers of persuasion that although I look and sound exactly like the very large Scotsman I, in fact, am, many of these poor people took him quite seriously. I shall draw a discrete veil over the searing odyssey of drunken depravity that followed and I would like to add that I am in no way writing this because Bannon possesses incriminating negatives of the events of that sanity-blasting few days.
Nor does he, as far as I know, possess any incriminating negatives of either of Scottish SF and fantasy legends Gary Gibson and Hal Duncan. Having known this pair for over twenty years now, I very much doubt there is anything he could blackmail them with that they would not be cheerfully prepared to admit to.
The reason I am dropping all these names is that Fergus Bannon’s book Judgement is currently in the Top 100 Kindle US SF novels. It was edited by Gary and has a foreword by Hal. I recommend it to your attention if you have any interest at all in extremely well-written louche SF by one of the genre’s most shadowy and depraved figures.