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With the publication in mid February 2024 of the new special edition of Time of The Darkness, we finally put this story before the public in a more readable form. The sub-chapter headings have been moved from the end of each up [more logically] to the start of them, the scene break horizontal lines have been deleted, and the maps have been redone professionally, with the North American maps inserted into the text rather than sitting in an appendix at the back.
Time of The Darkness was written in 2006 and for most of its existence went by the inspiring name of "New Story" until the ending suggested the name for the whole. Having been posted to a discussion board, it was easiest for its original publication to copy the whole then edit it. Whilst at the discussion board the story had been supported by numerous family trees and maps, publication could not realistically replicate that, so a smattering of maps of the Americas were chosen to best illustrate events there.
Time of The Darkness starts at the beginning of the 20th century, but its points of departure are significantly before that, especially rooted in the Revolutionary and Napoleonic Wars, which here have delivered a Bonapartist Constantinople, A Murat dynasty in France, and a Saxe-Coburg dynasty in Britain, descended from Queen Charlotte, daughter of George IV. Spanish decolonisation has not advanced far during the 19th century and both Spain and Portugal have substantial South American holdings. Meanwhile Russia kept Alaska and expanded over Oregon and California, taking Alexander I's dreams into reality.
The novel takes 540 pages to travel from 1900 to 3300, melding alternate history into science fiction, then space opera. Empires rise and fall, or fall and rise, new kingdoms are spawned, new dynasties secure themselves, then lose their future. New powers rise, and spread beyond the Earth. Yet, at the end there are still scions of the great families of the early chapters, many many generations down the line, but with vastly longer lifespans, living in the new worlds out there beyond the stars.
One thing that editing the story for republication 18 years after I wrote it has shown me is that the writer has details in his head that he assumes the reader will see. This is not conscious, but sub-conscious - because the writer can literally SEE the scene in their mind when they write it, then in every re-reading or proofing of that scene, they not only take into account the words on the page but the sub-text, the atmosphere, the feel of place that they KNOW is there.
In the year 2310 someone who has reigned for a long time, and is exhausted in their vast old age euthanases themself. I built the scene up as I wrote it, I included details of what I could see around the rooms, both above where he gives his final audience, and below where the machine to end his life is, and on reading it back then i completely FELT the atmosphere, the bathos, the shock to the system.
On re-reading it now, I no longer have that scene in my visual memory, other than remembering what it felt like to write and read it. With it gone, I have learnt the difference between scenes from the author's head versus scenes that the reader sees from words on the page for the first time.
The scene is still powerful, but it is NOT the scene I remember in my head. Specifically all details of what I saw as a dark and dingy room are lacking, and the Frankenstein-like atmosphere with the machine being hooked up to the aged emperor is not stressed. The reader can put it in themselves, or they can not.
This ties into a discussion on Twitter recently about the need, or not, for passages of description in modern novels. If the author wants the reader to see the scene the same way as they have in their mind's eye, then they need to make sure that sufficient descriptive passages are used to get this across. Narrative action and dialogue can only do so much to convey the feeling of a scene seen closely.
In short the scene in the book still works fine, but rereading it now, in 2024, I feel it as a different scene from how I read it in 2006, shortly after writing it. My author's eye had gone after so long, and now I read it as a reader, taking only the cues given upon the page.
You can purchase Time of The Darkness here.
The original map by the author for South America in 2014. The colours usefully showed the different nations, but in a book printed in black-and-white this helpful differentiation was completely lost.
The map for South America 2014 completely redone by digital artist Robin Stacey to give a much more professional feel to the illustrations in the book.
So, in The Shifting Sands, I wanted to show that Alexander Snaith, despite being ousted as Governor of the [greater] Argentine by the new British Emperor, in a show of political disfavour, had learned something there that would be a means to rescuing his fortune once back on the island of Great Britain.
ALPACAS! I was vaguely aware at the time of an alpaca farm up near Rhydyfro, above Pontardawe, as my late dad and I had driven past it during the pandemic looking, albeit unsuccessfully, for a mountain chapel. So, I thought - well if you can breed alpaca in the Welsh mountains, then they must be a viable import, if Britain ruled the Argentine.
Because The Shifting Sands, and its sequel in the series of the same name, The Steel Heart, are written in third person close, from Lord Wolfe's perspective, it was obvious that to bring alpaca properly into the story, he and Carlotta were going to have to have some at Harcourt Hall.
But I had only ever seen alpaca once, at Dudley Zoo almost twenty years ago! Still, the wonders of Google/Bing helped me, whilst Snaith was happy to help Carlotta, and even came up to the hall unasked to give his expertise to the stockhands, who I imagine looked on the alpaca as weirdly-behaved oddly-shaped sheep.
Eventually I thought that I would have to go and see some alpaca, and as I was holidaying soon in Sheffield, with a friend, I noticed that one of the alpaca accounts I followed on Twitter was up by Newcastle, so I looked and they even had a holiday cottage ON THEIR GROUNDS, so I booked an extension to my holiday up there.
June 2023 was a month of lovely weather, and I arrived at Newcastle railway station, found a friendly taxi and managed to explain where I wanted to go - forget full addresses, they need headline name, not necessarily the business but the location (in this case the farm's pre-existing name) and the postcode. It was quite a way out, beyond Heddon-on-the-Wall and turned out to be probably equidistant to there and another neighbouring village, a walk of several miles either way.
The first few days, I worked on historical research for a pet project, and then walked to the villages, did my shopping and got a local taxi back - a LOCAL taxi, by name as well as function, good price, excellent service, and they took card payments in the vehicle. I was aware of some alpaca in the distance from the cottage, but otherwise mainly saw the friendly chickens who tried to come visit me in the kitchen.
The day I was to depart (to head for Croydon and visiting my grandparents' graves before going home) was the day of the Alpaca Walk, an extra activity paid for by day visitors to the farm, or with a slight discount by those staying there. This was one of the highlights of the year for me! We gathered together whilst the owners explained things, then let us into a compound with the "young boys" (male non-parent - yet - alpaca). We got to choose our own for the walk!
I'd already been won over, a lovely grey animal with the wondrous name of Hades, stood on the far side, tethered to the fence. As people headed for the cute ones, I went anti-clockwise to make sure I got to Hades first, and claimed him for my own. He was not particularly worried by his new handler, and apart from a needed tug of the lead, he provided no problems as we exited the enclosure.
The next hour or so was an amazing experience, all in the company of Hades, and of the other walkers with their alpaca. It was explained that they like to be at the front, but not leading, second place was their ideal situation. Sometimes a faster young animal would take their handler to the front, then suddenly realise that in the strict alpaca heirarchy he should not be there and simply stop, waiting to be overtaken.
We visited the "young girls", virgin alpaca in their field, and many a young boy alpaca and young girl alpaca yearned to be together in a love triangle that was to come in years ahead. Then we visited the "mothers" and their younglings, some only a few days old, running around the field. Here we were told not to get too close, as the mothers might be offended by the males, and spit at them to indicate that they had no need of a male alpaca, thank you very much, but that spit might not be very well aimed and might land on you, and stink you out! With a train journey of several hours ahead, I was very careful to stay at the suggested distance!
The final part of the walk was through a wooded grove, and single or double file, the lead being taken by a male who they said was resigned to accepting this position more than the others were. Hades was always happy to be one or two behind whoever led, like the second in command not wanting to go ahead of any temporary general.
The taxi was arriving for me to whisk me away to Newcastle Railway Station as we got back, so after handing Hades back into the compound, I departed. But that walk, and its lessons will live in my mind, and whilst it won't much affect The Steel Heart, future writing on the alpaca of Lord Wolfe and Carlotta will be able to be more specific.
You can purchase The Steel Heart here.
The farm address for both the alpacas and the cottage I was staying at.
Hades (grey) and another of the Young Boys visiting the virgin girls in their field
Walking through the woods on the alpaca walk
Right at the start of September I woke in the early morning with pain in the upper right abdomen, below the ribs. This then continued and I thought maybe I had been hitting the booze a bit hard that week., so took myself off to Pembroke Dock for 3 nights to do some family history rooting around, during which I just drank non-alcoholic beers and fruit juices in pubs in the evening. On the train home, without breakfast, the pain which had appeared to wane suddenly came back again, and only eating in Pontardawe helped soothe it somewhat.
I went to the doctor at the end of that week, and he felt me all over, said my liver did not seem enlarged and that there were no obvious outhrowths, as their might be for things like stomach cancer, and booked me for blood tests.
I had those the following week and went to Aberystwyth on holiday, where I drew up lists of YES and NO foods for various possible conditions and began to eat to those diets. I also cut down on regular beer by only starting in the pub after 8pm.
The blood tests came back "normal", apparently, which did not help much with the increasing pain which was moving from the right abdomen to the left, and sometimes round the back. The doctors surgery said to phone next week and re-report it to the doctor, so I did.
I've been put on some anti-acid tablets and the doctor has referred me both for an ultrasound scan and for a camera down the throat. Things appeared to look a little up with this, but the pain and the letter from the local health authority acknowleding such a referral but saying it may be a year before these things happen have knocked me right back.
In Aberystwyth, before I knew the results, I sat at the top of Constitution Hill, on one of the benches overlooking the town and thought how strange it was that I might be dying. I also thought about how I had forgetten dying would be painful.
And perhaps after all I am not dying, the results are encouraging and it is just something else that will continue to hurt a lot, and get worse, presumably, without killing me. Perhaps dying will seem to become preferable to it?
But I have very little money, 3 publishing imprints to run, and a magazine I am committed to getting published. I've started a Ko-fi to try to raise funds, at least to keep the latter going, and to allow me to afford the large injections of my money into it that keeping it going costs.
If anyone would like to share my Ko-fi I would be very grateful.
A view over Aberystwyth from Constitution Hill
The Ko-fi fundraising page
Mainly because I wanted to see what hardcover options there were in print on demand, and to assess the quality of them, I made the planned special editions of A Dream of Empire and Wreaths of Empire into hardbacks.
A Dream of Empire ended up on Lulu, because Amazon does not currently have a landscape format hardback option. Unfortunately, this also means that the Lulu version cannot be sent to Amazon for sales, as Lulu usually offers with its output.
The special edition of A Dream of Empire places the glossaries at the front, as well as the map, making their presence clear and easy to access for readers. These glossaries cover military ranks, ship-type equivalents, and civilian administration. The map, of course, shows where the focus of the story is, where the Byzantine Empire abuts the British territories in Asia.
The hardback version of Wreaths of Empire uses one of the print-size options that Amazon does offer, the traditional 6" by 9" portrait size. Even so, it must be noted that in order to buy these copies as "author copies" the author needs to use a European version of Amazon - I used the French one, since I can read French better! For general sale, Amazon lists the title on all versions, so customers don't have the same problem.
This special edition of Wreaths of Empire places the chapters in chronological order, rather than the unusual format of the original novel.
The cover for A Dream of Empire was a new commission from artist Robin Stacey, using the same pictorial elements as for the paperback, but positioning them differently. The cover for Wreaths of Empire zoomed in on part of Joe Swarctz's original drawing for the paperback, and postioned the titles around this.
The hardback for Wreaths of Empire can be bought at: www.lulu.com/shop/grey-wolf-and-robin-stacey/a-dream-of-empire/hardcover/product-8vdd8g.html
A Dream of Empire special edition, available from Lulu
Wreaths of Empire special edition, available on Amazon
Back in the Summer of 1985, we were on holiday across the North Wales coast, camping in the motorhome and sometimes with myself, in my mid teens, in a tent. At Harlech, I decided to start writing a story, pencil-written in a small notebook, titled The Awakening, and something of the desert meets aspects of Lord of the Rings. I don't remember if the desert setting had any other origin other than it being rather hot at the time! But the novel was born, and the basic idea was that various "Wise" (Wizards) who had long been in suspended animation in various hidden locations were returning to the world in its time of peril.
The story is long-lost now - I lent it to someone who moved house, and lost it, and the sequel, in the move. All I have are my memories, and occasional later writings that addressed aspects of it, from memory. The initial hero of the story was Arendle the Wise, one of those awakening. Another character was Raztan the Wise. Certain analogous animals were created for the story - alloes, asoes, jumna, faran, roughly equivalent to cattle, camels, desert rats, and horses. How the plot progressed is something of a mystery to me now, thirty five years after the books were lost.
Introduced as side characters encountered in the desert scrublands were Prince Jokra of Kra, his then-faithful retainer Lord Rokra, and various young ladies, all ending in -kra as the royalty and nobles of the kingdom adopted that one single name, of which there could only be one at any one time. This party of the young prince and his fellows were exploring, or holidaying, in generally unclaimed territory. Their domain, ruled by Jokra's father, lay beyond the geographical boundaries of the story's setting.
So why in 2023 did I hire digital artist Robin Stacey to render these individuals for me? Well, Prince Jokra was a self-insert into The Awakening, and he and his party featured more heavily in the sequel, where the action spilled out of the initial geographical bounds into lands further to the West, such as Kra, and to the South where we came upon the dark empire of Zador, and its satellite/imitator Zezuno. In the sequel, there is much more of Prince Jokra and his companions, and we see love and passion, rivalries and betrayals. In the first book, the travellers present a united front. In the second book, with Kra dragged into the affairs of other countries, we see a more divided kingdom, and court.
Maps there were, but those are gone too. I can remember some of the relative placings of these countries, and that much further to the West, and South-West were the homelands of the ancient empires - Ridui and Du Rahma, among them - and vast ruins, carvings upon mountainsides, and lost histories, remembered in tablets unearthed from ancient libraries. It is probable none of this survives either, though it was never lent to anyone. A lot of it was typed up on my mother's upright typewriter after I mangled the little finger of my right hand in a bicycle accident. I think I have seen some of my drawings of Riduicernes, the capital of that empire, in recent years. But the rest? Not much hope remains.
Kra, though, lives on in my memory. As a self-insert it felt that what happened to Prince Jokra happened to me, and I have lived with those additional memories for the past few decades. Things are now blurred, but those essential characters from the first encounter in The Awakening remain vibrant to me, and it is those that Robin Stacey has brought to life in his wonderful art.
A pictorial feature of Robin Stacey's recreation of Prince Jokra and his companions will appear in a future issue of Infinity Wanderers
Prince Jokra, with his loyal retainer Lord Rokra, and the Ladies Rekra, left, and Vikra, right
Prince Jokra of Kra
Lady Rekra, Prince Jokra's belle
Lady Vikra, the love rival
Having played some Dungeons and Dragons at university in the late 1980s, I remember being frustrated with worlds that didn't make sense, adventures that were just taken completely out of context, and one-off stealing of the dragon's wealth.
When I had the chance to play again, back home, I decided that I would be Games Master (a title I preferred to Dungeon Master) and create a world that was coherent and made sense, and where the adventures would happen for a reason, and be set in a living, breathing place.
That place initially was the Duchy of Sarburg, with the city of Sarburg as the main settlement. But the map clearly showed the other towns and villages, with neighbouring states, and a logic to their position. As for Sarburg, the duke was his in his castle, looming over the city, and increasingly dominating it, much to the displeasure of the Guildmasters, whose ancient rights were being eroded. It was a simple set-up but a logical one.
Things had come to such a pass that the guildmasters had hired a bunch of adventurers to take out the duke, with the safety catch of being at one remove, so that if things went wrong and they failed, they could disclaim responsibility.
The adventurers, my players, met at an inn on the outskirts of town, where the innkeeper's teenage daughter, Candace, was acting as the middle-person between the guildmasters and the party. She provided them with a rough map of tunnels leading up inside the rock that the castle was perched upon, and the best available information on the lay-out of the castle as they had it.
This was the "dungeon" part of the adventure, as the party made their way through tunnels and caverns, overcoming beasts that the duke assumed were guarding the way in their own self-interest. At one point, one of the warriors, Varian, was killed in one of these engagements, but the mage was able to resurrect him, albeit as a dwarf. much to the player's fury. He vowed that at the earliest opportunity he would try to get his human form back.
The party fought their way into the castle and up to the duke's bedroom, slaying him, but being surprised by his man-servant Raoul, who slept in the attic above and descended on them in a fury from the trapdoor entrance. Fighting him off with much injury, but no death, the party were able to break back out of the castle, with the duke's head and chests full of treasure, his remaining guards slipping into the shadows as he had no heirs, and there was no point dying for a dead man.
The adventurers were feted by the guildmasters, but this was just the beginning of their story in and around Sarburg. Next up for them would be the mysterious wizard Watusan and the two wolves who accompanied him to the city...
Part of the Dungeons and Dragons map
Watusan the wizard and his wolves, by Robin Stacey
Watusan turns up in Sarburg after the death of the duke, where infighting has begun to break apart the alliance of Guildmasters, and where is something of a power vacuum in the land. Can he take advantage of it?
I wrote this story in 2009 and it fluctuated as to whether it was called 'Dreams of Empire' or 'A Dream of Empire'. Having serialised the first two chapters in Infinity Wanderers issues 3 and 4, I thought I would have another look at the whole, and was surprised to find that the 25 chapters I had written were actually signed off as the "End of Book 1". I therefore decided to take it in hand for publication as part of the Little Books range, from Scimitar Edge.
The story did indeed originate in a dream, a snapshot or short sequence which the first chapter builds upon. I found an earlier version of Chapter 1 where I had written it in the first person, before deciding to rewrite it in the third person, which the rest of the story progressed in. These two different versions of Chapter One deal with the dream, as it was, and I included the abortive version of Chapter One at the back of the published book.
Also among the many working files for the story were a sequence of maps by Brendan, the last of which had a note that a few more changes were needed to completely reflect the world the story was set in. Since this changed map did not exist, any more than Book 2 of the story exists [as yet], I couldn't use the whole of it in the book, but zoomed in on the Roman (Byzantine) Empire and its neighbours, including the British in India. This seemed to set the scene well, since this is where the various locations in the story, as written so far, are situated.
Being set in the (Eastern) Roman Empire, the lingua franca is Greek. Thus whilst working on the story, and with a lot of help from the early readers in 2009, I developed a whole linguistic structure for military ranks, ship classifications, and government titles. Whilst the story tries to make these as obvious as possible in passing, I decided that taking my crib notes file and turning it into a set of appendices/glossaries made good sense, so that the reader can refer quickly to see what the rank of the character at hand is, etc.
For a cover, I really wanted a take on the original dream image and hired Robin Stacey to come up with something showing, in essence, a rigid airship and a pre-dreadnought battleship. I immediately ran into one issue that I had deliberately side-stepped in the original discussion around the story, and that was of the pageantry and symbolic imagery of this version of the Byzantine [sic] Empire. While one may be tempted to use a version of the spread-eagle, this arguably comes from the Paleologus dynasty, which in the background created for the story have never ruled in Constantinople. I decided on a "Roman eagle", as seen upon the ancient Roman flags, as a compromise for the tail fin identification, and to continue to fudge the issue with some clouds.
A Dream of Empire was published as a Little Book in January 2023.
The basic image for A Dream of Empire, by Robin Stacey
The book cover as published by Scimitar Edge
The map used in A Dream of Empire
A Dream of Empire is available in small paperback, or in Kindle or epub
The science fiction trilogy starts off with Beholder, set on a gigantic space station, or a small habitation, depending on your viewpoint. Here, the tensions between the Governor and the criminal underworld have come to a head, and moves are afoot by the latter to take out the core and cripple the station. However, nobody has factored in war with alien Delkh species, a war which to the inhabitants seems to come out of nowhere.
This is the first story in a planned science fiction trilogy written in the late 1990s, and saved onto floppy discs. At one point, I went through every surviving disc and amalgamated the various parts until I had a whole. A few parts are lost, the floppy perhaps not surviving even those few years before the first aggregation, but by and large the story as a whole survived.
But it was not a coherent whole. The initial aim had been to create a small band of renegades, and whilst this occurred, Beholder took on a life of its own, with the background plot taking over, and its characters becoming the driving force behind the story. In any rewrite, this needs to be rationalised, so that the story does not appear to veer so drastically off course, in reading.
Beholder was followed by Bellerophon, with new characters and new settings, within the context of the war between humanity and the Delkh. We are introduced once again to the AI Ariadne, whom in Beholder was stowed away in the hold of one of the ships used for emergency evacuation in the face of Delkh attack. Here, she is taken in hand by new characters, with new motives, and new backgrounds.
Ariadne is the unifying force behind the trilogy. In the final part, Cerberus, we find the AI damaged and suffering a crisis of being. Who is she? What is she? What is real? Indeed, what is reality?
Cerberus reintroduces us to some of the characters of Beholder, most specifically Tarli Callas, the adolescent runner turned saboteur on behalf of the criminal underworld. Now part of Vorp's crew, she is captured in a mission to a nowhere planet, and brought by her captors before the damaged shell of Ariadne. Can the girl get through to her old "friend"? Can she help to repair the AI and convince it of its former identity?
All 3 cover images for the trilogy have been created by Rpbin Stacey, but it is that of Cerberus that shines through the most. We see Tarli, in the midst of her captors, abused and dishevelled, brought to try to commune with the damaged AI.
So, when can the reader enjoy the trilogy? Not anytime soon. Beholder, whilst existing needs a big rewrite for the first section, whilst neither Bellerophon nor Cerberus exist in a finished state.
However, the author IS planning to complete and publish the whole trilogy and even has a sequel in the works. Time is the only master, but time can be a difficult master.
For now, cover images have been sourced for all 3 books, and displayed here. That for Cerberus can be seen in development and completion as artist Robin Stacey responded to the author's wishes for minor corrections.
It is hoped that Beholder will be edited, rewritten at the start, and published during 2023 as part of the range from Scimitar Edge.
Bellerophon and Cerberus will take longer, but one day they too will see the light of day. Until that day, you have the images here. Enjoy!
The process of resurrection is an interesting one, requiring me, the author, to get to know the characters again, their motivations, and hopes. As the story progresses through the books, their foci change, their relationships develop, and their standing within the group fluctuates.
Some characters never die in your head. Tarli was one of those, a person who from her first introduction was solid and real. Perhaps Marat is another, certainly Vorp as he ended up, grey-haired, injured and partially deaf. The political structure in which these people live is evolving, but you can be sure that Tarli will make her own mark, and be her own person. And, of course, that is what leads to her desperate situation at the start of Cerberus...
The basic image for Beholder, by Robin Stacey
The basic image for Bellerophon, by Robin Stacey
The initial character study for Tarli, by Robin Stacey
The final image for Cerberus, by Robin Stacey
This novel/series began in early 2020 as something of a daydream based around the scene where Lord Wolfe and Carlotta effectively sack half the staff of the mansion they have just bought. I then worked both backwards and forwards from this, establishing the basics of their backstory (Wolfe's Spanish wife died in childbirth, his fortune made as Governor of South Africa etc) and the salient details of the plot going forwards.
When I began writing the narrative I thus had a skeleton outline of sorts, lots of which was missing in important places, but also where from time to time a plethora of detail was available at what might seem unimportant points, the background to the character Luke being an example of the latter.
Although the scene in the mansion was where the whole idea began, working backwards the novel now started back in the enormous dominion of South Africa, which in today's terms would include all of Zimbabwe, Zambia and the Katanga province of the DRC. The capital of this huge governorship was Centralia, constructed where today's Harare (yesterday's Salisbury) was.
The Emperor has died and the new emperor, for long a Crown Prince simmering in inaction and building up his own clique, has now come to the throne intending to stamp his mark upon the world. He intends to raise his own men to positions of power immediately, and as we soon learn he intends to end the world war against the Russians and the Germans with a peace offer that they cannot refuse.
This novel being alternate history, I decided that the Portuguese empire had been reabsorbed by the Spanish in the 18th century, and the Netherlands and their empire conqauered by the Germans in the 19th. This, added to an America that never formed the United States, provided for the main geopolitical differences in this world.
The first chapter thus opens with Lord Wolfe and Carlotta returning to the governor's mansion in Centralia, Carlotta going upstairs to change for dinner, and Wolfe to his study to work through some of the never-ending paperwork. While he is there one of his main servants informs him that he has been replaced, effectively sacked, and as Wolfe quickly calculates all of the wealth and treasure from his appointment is suddenly at risk.
This first chapter works to show Wolfe and Carlotta's relationship, and to show how Wolfe has contacts, and people who he hopes he can trust in many places. It also begins to show Carlotta as a ten year old girl with a certain power of her own - it is she who guilts Rex into liquidating Wolfe's shares and remitting the money to a bank where he can access them. This, though, is an act that Wolfe himself knows he will owe Rex a debt for.
This turn of events sees Lord Wolfe and Carlotta exit SAF via Spanish-owned Angola, in so doing introducing us to another of his friends and contacts, Gonzales. From there they travel via West Africa to Arnhem, where the peace treaty negotiations are taking place. Due to his ostracisation at home, Wolfe is forced to rely on Spanish help to get certification at the conference.
Arnhem of course is a German city in this story, and is also somewhat battle-damaged from the war. It is where we see hints of the Germans as heirs of the Dutch East India Company. Lord Wolfe and Carlotta arrive as just two among thousands of people flocking to the city in the wake of the armistice that has ended the Great War. I decided I wanted to take some time to show off the city, and show how it is almost entirely German, rebuilt by them after their conquest of it a hundred years before. To this end, I decided a tram ride would allow them to look out and see various things, then a visit to a ruined church bombed by British aircraft in the war.
Another element I wanted to expand on at this juncture was the ex-American colonies where each of the original states has become an independent dominion, and where their entry into the war served to shift the balance against the Russians and the Germans. To this end we meet members of the Pennsylvania delegation, in General Augustus Reed and his widowed daughter Lucille Maguire.
After the conclusion of the peace conference, Lord Wolfe and Carlotta head to London, not least to try to chase down the location of all of their luggage which they had routed out of SAF via Lourenco Marquez in Spanish Mozambique. Whilst staying in a hotel, they see an advertisement for immediate sale of a mansion and all its grounds previously belonging to a lord who is now dead, and his estate effectively bankrupt. Carlotta presses her father to lay down an offer late at night, and he can see that their current existence, without a base or somewhere to call home is very stressful to her.
Their purchase of Harcourt Hall, and arrival there brings the story full circle to the original beginning that I had daydreamed. Wolfe has essentially purchased someone else's mansion, and the staff that come with it. The staff are not happy with a new owner, new terms and conditions, and new ways of doing things and threaten to quit en masse. One of them insults Carlotta, and this when I wrote it was the turning point. Wolfe was never going to allow that, and at that point he snaps and accepts their resignations. Things could have gone bad from here, but the young maids and footmen step forward and say they would be willing to work for him and Carlotta, and Wolfe sees the old guard off the premises, being left with a very young, but loyal staff, something which forms the basis of a lot of the novel going forward.
For a while, The Shifting Sands would become parochial, focused on the town of Monksbury and their residence of Harcourt Hall, and Lord Wolfe and Carlotta's work to make a new home for themselves. But beneath it all global events continue to move, and factions are at work to get Lord Wolfe's diplomatic talents back into play to break a dangerous international deadlock.
Lord Wolfe and Carlotta as created by Robin Stacey
Covers of books are always amalgams of the contents within, and this image of the car in front of the hall does not match the actual description of the place within the novel, but does show the general idea of these elements.
Lord Wolfe and Carlotta with the car and the hall behind, an early idea of their placement for the cover before the final positions were decided upon. With thanks to Robin Stacey.
The final cover of the book, published in early Summer 2022.
Grey Wolf originally published his thoughts on writing Alternate History to his blog, as well as a few to the discussion website www.alternatehistory.com of which he was a member. In 2013 he collected them together in a book entitled "How To Write Alternate History" and used a photograph of a colliery head gear for its cover. It was quite a striking image, but in a sense was rather too generic for the book. However, he had other projects in hand, and focused on those in the next few years.
This period included working with the artist Derek Roberts, from Barking in east London, on book covers, initially a retro science-fiction feel for "Time of the Darkness" and then through "Never The Dawn", "Ten Naval Battles" and "The Slayer".
The next work they agreed was entitled "Tsar Michael The Great" which was initially intended to be the cover for a book of that name. The agreed design would show the chronological scope of that story, from bi-planes to jet fighters, and focus on the person of the Tsar, standing in front of a burning Russian city. Initial design studies focused on the four corner elements - the jet fighter, the bi-plane, the tank and the battleship. Two of them are shown below.
In 2016 Grey Wolf decided that the files for the book were not up to publication standard, but that the cover painting, now completed, would make a perfect new cover for "How To Write Alternate History" which had been needing a permanent and focused cover since its publication.
At the same time, Grey Wolf wanted to update the book, and to add a few more essays which he had unearthed, unpublished on his blog, but saved in his files. These included foci on Art and Architecture in Alternate History.
In 2017, these two trends came together. The updated text, with the new articles, and the new cover art, "Tsar Michael The Great" by Derek Roberts, were put together into a new edition of "How To Write Alternate History" published by Wolfian Press. In December 2019, it was republished by Wolfian Press Publications, a Nielsen-registered imprint.
In Summer of 2021, as part of the publishing reorganisation that was to see all WPP books republished by the Scimitar Edge imprint, Grey Wolf further expanded the book for the new edition. Chapters on subjects such as logistics, "Who is the boss of who?", aristocracy and colonisation were included, with the aim of showing how a variety of things worked in reality, and how realistically these could be built on, changed, or used in different contexts.
The original cover for "How To Write Alternate History". The headgear formerly stood at Cefn Coed Colliery Museum, Crynant, but has now been dismantled.
The current cover of "How To Write Alternate History" utilising Derek Roberts' painting "Tsar Michael The Great".
How To Write Alternate History can be bought in the following formats:-