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New Release: Jim Webster’s fantasy series expands

by on July 4, 2016

Something I personally have been waiting for: the next in the series of stories from The Land of The Three Seas. Written with wit, pace and fun, this fantasy series should be on your book list. Here’s Jim on the next release:


I had a cunning plan. You see, when you publish a book, you do a bit of
promoting and some people go and look at the book. Not only that but some of
them look through the other stuff you’ve written and something catches their
eye and they buy that as well.

Indeed if they go and look and you’ve written nothing else, a lot of people
walk away because who wants a book from an author who’s never written a book
before. Apparently the best way to sell books is to write more books.

Anyway it struck me, rather than write a book, I’d write six novellas (which
is actually a book and a half but who’s counting) and release them at four
monthly intervals. Rather than just have a plan, I did write all six, got
them edited and set up for publishing. The system is running. The idea is
that every four months I do a bit of promoting, people go to see the new
stuff but of course see the other stuff as well…. Anyway you can work that
bit out for yourselves.

But being a writer, I write. And when you’re on with a book and it’s going
well, the last thing you want is to stop. In fact all sorts of things just
pass you by. So it was with me, I’m 75,000 words into a new book and
suddenly I glanced at the calendar and realised the next of my six (so far
much acclaimed) novellas is about to be published and I’ve done no
promoting, no nothing!

All of which rather defeats the object of the exercise really.

So here follows a bit of frantic promoting.

You see, I have written four novels set on a fantasy world of my own
devising; guaranteed no elves, dwarves or hobbits. Coming to think about it,
there isn’t much magic either. But they gathered an enthusiastic readership
and people liked the characters.

So I took one of the characters, Benor, who is a cartographer, placed him in
Port Naain, and wrote the six novellas about his exploits. In each of them
he has a crime or a mystery to solve.

The one due to be published on the 1st July is ‘Woman in Love.’ You can see
it on Amazon here (and indeed you can pre-order it)

What’s it about? To quote the blurb, “Asked to look for a missing husband,
Benor finds that the female of the species is indeed more deadly than the

And a short piece from the story

The Hall of Records was one of the municipal buildings spread out along the
ridge that splits the city of Port Naain. Along with the Council Building,
the Great Library and the Insane Asylum it was one of the architectural
treasures of the city. It was widely regarded as a supreme monument to
municipal pride and pomposity. Tallis and Benor approached the great main
doors, which towered twenty feet above their heads. They were made of a dark
wood and inlaid in them was a copy of the great 18th Aeon artwork, ‘The
Concatenation of Virtues’.

Sitting off to one side, in the shade of one of the five great pillars, they
could see the blind beggar. They drifted across in his direction, trying to
look like people interested in getting a better view of ‘Selective Amnesia’
and ‘Judicious Application of Force.’

Tallis adopted a didactic tone. “Have you noted the unassuming placidity of
the tripe merchant as he raises his cleaver?”

Benor nodded sagely. “Indeed I feel the way the bronze curves to throw the
light onto the firmly folded arms of the housewife as she watches him at
work gives expression to the whole piece.” As he said this, Benor dropped a
ten dreg piece onto the old blanket the beggar sat on. It made almost no
sound and the man vaguely passed a hand over the area but didn’t appear to
find it.

Tallis said approvingly, “You really are very good. I could cheerfully
believe you were blind.”

“Since birth sir, since birth.”

“Benor squatted down and spoke softly. “We’ve talked to people who know you;
you have problems with sunlight but you’re not really blind.” He studied the
man’s face carefully. The beard was reasonably neatly trimmed; the bandage
across the eyes was comparatively clean, as was the hair. Benor could also
see now the slits Mutt had mentioned. “Being a blind beggar probably pays
better than merely having an aversion to brightness. We’re not going to tell
anybody,” he added quietly, before the beggar could think of a response.

“So what’s it about?” he asked cautiously.

Benor pressed a silver vintenar coin into his palm. “Feel that? Two, three
days ago there was a wedding here. A young woman, perhaps seventeen, to a
man with bushy sideburns in his early thirties, she gave you money.”

“They all do sir, but I might remember her.”

It’s yours for 98p, do yourself a favour and beat the rushCover Woman in Love

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