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Oathkeeper
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Six years ago, Emily made a promise to the Unseelie Court. Now, that promise has been called in. The Unseelie want her to travel into the Blighted Lands, the land of the necromancers,
and carry out a mission for them. And if she refuses, she’ll die.

She has no choice. She must travel into the very heart of darkness itself ...

... And the enemy knows she’s coming.

 

 

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Oathkeeper

fantasy

Christopher Nuttall

 

 

 

Prologue I


Emily dreams.

She knows she is dreaming, although she isn’t sure how. The dreams are a blur of visions, of things that happened and things that didn’t happen and things that happened, but happened differently. She sees faces - Alassa, Frieda, Jade, Cat - in places they’d never been, doing things they’d never done. The dreams are so confusing that she can barely follow the thread, if indeed there is one. And every time she wakes, the dreams are gone.

In her dream, she is a firstie again, in a class she shouldn’t have taken. Not yet. She sees herself - and Jade, and Cat, and Aloha - running through the valleys and mountains, trying to escape the orcs. Sergeant Harkin leads them, bellowing encouragement as he fights to buy them time. She sees an orcish blade slice through his neck...

She wakes, tears stinging her cheeks. It didn’t go that way!

And then she dreams again. The orcs are surrounding them, closing in... each a shambling parody of the worst of humanity. She wants to run, but there is nowhere to go... Jade is dead, Cat is dead, Aloha is dead... Alassa is dead. Alassa wasn’t there... the alternates buzz through her dreams, each bringing new horrors. She dies, the last of the team to fall. The orcs take them, doing unspeakable things before they finally die; the orcs hand them over to Shadye, who takes her power and uses it himself. Whitehall falls, the wards shatter, walls cracking like eggshells. And a new monster is born.

But it didn’t go that way!

She tries to focus, tries to break out of the nightmare. It didn’t go that way! She tries to recall what really happened, how they escaped from the orcs... some memories are missing, her imagination trying to fill in the gaps and failing. Others... she twists, crying out in her sleep. The dreams haunt her, mock her. Nothing is real. Everything is real. All is real, and nothing is real...

They were on a forced march. She remembers that much, although it’s hard to be sure. Not in the dream. And they were attacked by Shadye’s minions. And she escaped and...

The alternates surge forward, driving her memories - the real memories - away. She dies, and wishes she lives. She lives, and wishes she died. Her friends die, time and time again; her tutors and mentors curse her name, curse her for what she brought to their walls. She lives long enough to see everything broken, to see a dark and hungry god unleashed upon the land. She watches, helplessly, as a nightmare moves north, killing everyone brave enough to stand against it. Brave or coward, it matters not. They die. The world dies.

But it didn’t go that way!

The memories surface, briefly. She made a deal. She made a promise. And she sworn an oath to the Unseelie. And she saved her friends. And...


Emily wakes to a bed drenched in sweat. The dream overshadows her mind. She isn’t sure if she is awake, or if she still dreams. The waking world seems a fragile place, weak and frail compared to the realm of nightmares. She fears she is losing her mind; she fears she is trapped forever within the dream. She blinks...


... The alarm rings...


... And the dream is gone.

 

Prologue II


The chamber would have horrified any normal man, Rangka knew. It would have horrified him, in the half-forgotten days before he’d embraced necromancy. It was a barren cave, the walls unmarred by paintings or runes or anything else that would have marked it as the home of an intelligent creature. Servants scurried about, trying not to catch his bright red eyes. They knew he could kill them - or worse - on a whim. There was no point in being loyal if one knew it would never - could never - be recognized, let alone rewarded. Their master was mad.

Rangka knew it to be true. He was mad. He was the oldest necromancer known to live, a feat he couldn’t have managed if he hadn’t kept some grip on reality, but he felt the madness howling at the back of his mind. It didn’t bother him, even though he knew - on some level - that it should. The person he’d been - the name he’d abandoned long ago - would have been horrified to know what he’d become. That didn’t bother him either. The person he’d been was dead and gone.

Power throbbed through the air, his awareness reaching out to encompass the approaching armies trudging their way through the ashy mud. Neither of his prospective allies had come alone, knowing - as well as he did - that the rewards of treachery could be great indeed. Thousands of orcs, creatures raised from the depths... and, behind them, slave-soldiers bound to their master’s will. He drew his awareness back, slightly, as the other two necromancers made their shambling way through the caves, their mere presence sending Rangka’s servants fleeing for their lives. A single necromancer was a nightmare beyond comprehension. Three in one spot heralded the end of all things. Reality itself seemed to hang on a knife edge as the necromancers faced each other. The only thing keeping them from trying to kill each other was the certain knowledge that the first two to fight would be the losers. And yet... the chamber hummed with tension. Being together, being so close, felt unnatural. It was the one thing, Rangka acknowledged privately, that the necromancers had in common with their enemies. They should not be together.

He wanted to reach out with a spell to soothe their tempers, to make them listen to him, but he knew such subtle magics were beyond him. He’d paid a price for his power, a price he hadn’t realized until it was too late. He had immensely destructive spells at his fingertips - power burned through his veins, threatening to burst out and consume everything if he lost his grip - but he could no longer cast the simple spells of his childhood. They were beyond him, despite his power. He could no longer shape the spellwork... and besides, the others wouldn’t be affected. They were creatures of magic now, not men. They couldn’t be manipulated through magical means.

Rangka braced himself, trying to shape his arguments. Cold logic told him they should work together, against the common foe, but logic and reason had no control over them. He found the idea of sharing the risk and the reward difficult to comprehend, even though - again - logic told him there would be enough rewards for everyone. It wouldn’t last, he knew. They would battle their enemies until they were victorious, then battle each other until there was only one, standing in the midst of a dead world. A dark god, a power beyond imagination... a hungry creature that would eventually - inevitably - starve.

No! He refused to think about their fate. It could not be true.

He looked from one to the other. Bersuit was a hooded man, his skin blackened and burnt by fires. He was the most human of the necromancers, yet - perhaps - one of the most dangerous. His body looked humanoid, to the naked eye. Rangka could sense things writhing under the cloak, things that defied even his senses. Gerombolan was a walking skeleton wrapped in blue fire. His red eyes were the only hint he so much as had a face. It wasn’t clear how he walked. And Rangka himself was a rotting corpse, animated only by his magic. He’d long since ceased to care.

Dua Kepala is dead,” Rangka said, curtly.

Good.” Bersuit’s voice was as cracked as his soul, a rasping screech that would have deafened a normal man. “His lands will be ours.”

And so is Shadye,” Rangka said. “They were both killed by the same person. A sorceress called Emily.”

The Necromancer’s Bane.” Gerombolan’s voice was utterly inhuman. “They say she is our doom.”

She has killed two of the most powerful of us, in less than seven years,” Rangka said. It was hard to measure time in the Blighted Lands. “They’re dead and gone.”

And so their lands are ours,” Bersuit hissed. His armies were already laying claim to Shadye’s former territories, doing their level best to avoid the Inverse Shadow. “So what?”

Rangka stared at the hooded man. “How long until she comes for us?”

She will not kill me,” Gerombolan said. “I am beyond death.”

Shadye thought the same,” Rangka reminded him. “He was wrong.”

He understood, better than he cared to admit. Necromancers died all the time. A sorcerer who was unable to handle the sudden burst of power would be destroyed by it; a newborn necromancer, a beacon of power to those with eyes to see, could be killed by an older necromancer before he had a chance to establish a power base, seizing lands and human livestock to make something of himself. And even the older necromancers weren’t that old. The Blighted Lands were a constantly-shifting morass of endless scrabbling, wars and treacherous backstabbing. They were penned in, held prisoner by the terrain and the ever-watchful guards. There was nowhere to go. Shadye had attacked Whitehall and Dua Kepala had crossed the Desert of Death; neither had returned alive.

How long will it be,” he repeated, “before she comes for us?”

The words hung in the air. It was hard to believe a lone girl could defeat one necromancer, let alone two. The stories he’d heard credited her with killing ten necromancers - or a hundred, or a thousand - and he knew that wasn’t true, but neither Shadye nor Dua Kepala had survived their wars. Rangka had heard enough to believe there was some truth to the story. It was a rare magician who took on a necromancer and lived to tell the tale. A lone girl killing two - or more - necromancers was difficult to believe. And yet it had happened.

We will end her, if she comes,” Gerombolan said. “She will feed us...”

If we survive long enough,” Rangka said. “We cannot let her come to us.”

He pointed towards the walls - and the distant mountains beyond. “We must fight now, before she comes for us. We must get over the mountains and ravage the lands beyond.”

Gerombolan made a hissing sound. “And how do you intend to achieve this... wonder?”

By working together, we can break through the mountains,” Rangka said. “If we combine our powers, and our forces, we can break into the lands beyond. And then there would be no stopping us.”

He saw it, a vision on the verge of becoming reality. The Allied Lands had been lucky. They could hide beyond high mountains, impassable oceans and passes guarded by a network of fortresses and walls. They couldn’t match the necromantic forces in hand-to-hand combat, or sheer power, but they could slow them down immensely. If the mountains were to be destroyed, or merely weakened, the armies could advance through the rubble, an endless wave of blood-maddened orcs and monsters and slaves...

His rotting mouth fell open in a smile. It was going to be glorious.

He spoke on, telling his allies his plans...

... All the while, preparing to betray them the moment they outlived their usefulness.

 

Chapter One


I have grown to hate mirrors,” Emily said.

She stood in the spellchamber, eying the mirror warily. It was the only object within the chamber, a large freestanding mirror big enough to show her body from tip to toe. There were no magics surrounding it, nothing suggesting it was enchanted - or a gateway to another realm - but she didn’t feel any better as her image looked back at her. She looked... tired and worn. The dreams she couldn’t remember had disturbed her more than she cared to admit.

She rubbed her eyes, feeling them narrow as she studied her reflection. Was her hair a little darker? Were her eyes a little harder? Her bearing a little straighter? Eleven months of apprenticeship, eleven months of everything from magic study to tests that were disguised missions, had changed her in ways she was only beginning to appreciate. Void was a good teacher. He knew things she’d never even known existed. And yet, she was slowly starting to realize he also had his own agenda. The missions she’d carried out on his behalf had served a greater purpose. She just wished she knew what it was.

Forget it, for the moment, she thought. Right now, you need to stay focused.

She studied her reflection thoughtfully. She hadn’t changed that much, had she? It was hard to be sure. Void had kept her hopping, practicing magic daily. She’d grown used to being his student. And yet... she rested her hands on her hips, studying herself in the mirror. The black apprentice robe was strikingly simplistic, nothing more than a shapeless black dress. Void had given her very clear orders not to wear anything else, even hairpins or the snake-bracelet. She’d let her hair fall down her back and left the transfigured snake in her bedroom. He wouldn’t have told her to wear as little as possible if he hadn’t had a good reason.

Emily.” Void stepped into the room, his face calm and composed. “Are you ready?”

Emily turned to face him, clasping her hands behind her back. Void was inhumanly tall, easily a head taller than herself. His face was oddly timeless, framed by dark hair that seemed to have grown a little longer in the past few months. It was hard to remember, at times, that he was literally old enough to be her great-grandfather. And yet... she could sense his power bristling around him like a thunderstorm. He wasn’t making any attempt to mask himself. No magician her age had such a presence.

I think so,” she said. They’d gone over the spellwork time and time again, assessing each and every section of the bilocation spell. It was easy to see, now, why so few magicians risked casting it, even when it would have come in handy. Being in two places at once wasn’t as simple as it sounded. “Are you?”

I’m not the one who has to cast the spell,” Void said. He moved past her, peering suspiciously into the mirror. “If you want to back out, now is the time.”

Emily shook her head. She understood the risks. The books he’d given her to read had discussed them in graphic detail. They’d even included illustrations that - Void had told her - were surprisingly close to reality. But she also knew she couldn’t step back now. Mastering magic - and using it - had become her cause. She wanted - needed - to keep going until she reached the top. The very serious possibility that there was no top didn’t deter her.

And yet, she reflected as Void paced around the mirror, such power came with a price. It was harder and harder to remember, sometimes, that there was an outside world. The missions he’d sent her on, over the past few months, had felt like distractions from her real work. The ever-growing pile of letters from her friends - and others - rested on her desk, largely unopened. It was hard to keep track of what was happening with them. She had to force herself, sometimes, to go outside. Even meeting her friends in person was difficult.

She yawned, suddenly. The dreams she couldn’t remember haunted the back of her mind, tormenting her. She’d wondered if they were a sending, a subtle attack from one of her enemies, but it was hard to imagine a spell that could reach through the wards. Void’s tower was practically invulnerable, even to a magician who operated on the same level. Emily had lived in the tower for months and yet she knew she hadn’t even come close to learning all its secrets. It was bigger on the inside, with chambers and lairs she barely knew existed. She wondered, at times, what might be within the structure that she didn’t even imagine existed.

Void glanced at her. “Are you ready?”

Yes.” Emily unclasped her hands, steadying herself. “I’m ready.”

Stand in front of the mirror,” Void instructed, as if he hadn’t gone over the details time and time again. It was a measure of how dangerous the spell could be, if the casting went wrong, that he’d practically nagged her into memorizing each and every detail. It was so out of character for him to nag her that she’d studied the spell and all its variants extensively. “Make sure your entire body is reflected in the mirror.”

Emily stepped forward until she was standing right in front of the mirror. Her reflection gazed back. Emily studied herself again, silently grateful she couldn’t see any differences. The reflection was a reflection, not an alternate vision of herself. Her other self was dead, or trapped on the wrong side of the dimensional barriers. She’d studied every book she could find on mirror magic and none of them had gone any further than shaping a pocket world on the other side of the mirror. The meeting with alternate timelines was - apparently - unprecedented. It was unlikely she’d meet her other self here.

She looked up and down, from tip to toe. She was encompassed within the mirror. The wall behind her looked utterly bare, sensibly so. There’d be nothing and no one else to be caught up within the spell. Void had said it was possible to cast the spell with a smaller mirror, or no mirror at all, but it was better to start small. Emily’s lips twitched. It was rather like learning to juggle and starting with knives and daggers, rather than chainsaws. The danger was only minimized in comparison. It didn’t go away.

Start the spell when you’re ready.” Void’s voice was very quiet. He’d masked his power so thoroughly she couldn’t sense his presence. It was hard to remember he was there, though he’d told her - time and time again - not to consider trying the spell without him. “Or step back, if you’re not up to it.”

Emily lifted her head and looked into her reflection’s eyes. Magic sparkled through her, pervading every cell of her body. She’d grown more and more used to thinking of it as a part of her, as much her as her arms and legs. It was a danger as well as a boon, Void had cautioned, but... it was hard to believe it could be dangerous. And yet, she knew it. The danger of forgetting how she did things - and then losing the ability to improve upon her spells - was very real. And if she fell into that trap, she’d peak. She’d never get any better.

The spell glimmered in her mind, a remarkably complex piece of magic. She’d seen the spellwork back in her first year, but... she hadn’t been able to follow it, let alone cast it. Now... she could see how the different sections interacted, how they worked together to create a duplicate of herself. No, not a duplicate. Two minds in one body. One body in two minds. A balance between the two... she kept her eyes open, focused on the mirror, as she gingerly brought the spell to life. The magic surged. She felt as if she were caught in a hurricane, as if she were being shoved and yanked to one side... her head spun, unable to cope with the sudden shift in sensation. She felt...

She stumbled, the magic sparkling out of existence. “Blast!”

Calm,” Void advised. “I didn’t expect you to get it on your first try.”

Emily felt her cheeks flush, even though she knew he was right. She’d done more, in a few brief seconds, than many other magicians would ever do. It would be a long time before she matched Void, before she was a Lone Power in her own right, but she was already well ahead of many others. She scowled at the thought, reminding herself not to get too conceited. She’d met too many magicians who thought having magic made them little gods to want to go the same way herself. They’d thought...

I know.” Emily put the thought out of her head. She knew better. She wasn’t going to go that way. “I wanted to impress you.”

You already have.” Void sounded surprisingly warm, and she felt a thrill of pride. “But you have to proceed at your own pace. There’s nothing to be gained by trying to go too fast.”

Emily nodded as she looked back at her reflection. “I’m going to try again.”

Then try,” Void said. “Once more. Just once.”

Do or do not, there is no try, Emily thought. She had a feeling Void would not have approved of Yoda, if they’d met. Sometimes you try as hard as you can and still fail.

She took a long breath, then lifted her head and started the spell again. This time, the surge of magic felt stronger, more focused. She felt something pulling at her, but also pushing at her... she was being pulled in two directions at once. She wanted to resist, to fight the feeling even though she knew that trying would be the worst thing she could do. She had to give into the sensation, somehow keeping control while giving up control... a year ago, she wouldn’t have had the discipline to make the spell work. She wouldn’t even have been able to believe two contradictory things at once.

A thoroughly unpleasant - and indescribable - sensation ran through her. She stumbled to the side, her legs quivering. The world was dark. Her eyes were closed... when had she closed them? She opened them... and found herself staring into her own face. The mirror... no, not the mirror. Her counterpart... her head spun as she realized she was staring into her own face, her true face. She’d split herself into two bodies...

Do I...?”

She stopped. Her voice sounded odd in her ears. Both sets of ears. Of course... she didn’t normally hear herself talk, not as if she was a different person. She’d read something about it somewhere, although she couldn’t remember details. Alassa had joked that people who fell in love with the sound of their voices did so because they couldn’t hear themselves...

Incredible,” she - they - said, as one. It was hard to disentangle themselves completely. They were the same person. “Do I really look like that?”

Her perspective shifted. She was looking at herself. Her other self. She could see Void standing by the wall, watching them with thoughtful eyes. She understood, suddenly, why he’d insisted she wore as little as possible. It might have been safer to be naked, the first time she’d tried the spell. But she couldn’t have done that, not in front of him. Or anyone, really. She felt her thoughts starting to fracture... her perspective shifted again, until she was looking away from Void. It felt weird, as if she was in two places at once... she was in two places at once, one mind in two bodies. She looked down and saw her other self look down too. They hadn’t split completely, then. They were still intermingled at a very primal level.

Good,” Void said. His voice was suddenly hard and commanding. “And now, turn away from each other.”

Emily tried to turn, but it was hard. Invisible ropes seemed to be holding her firmly in place, keeping her and her other self looking at each other. She felt her mind switch bodies time and time again, Void blinking in and out of view with each shift. It felt odd, so odd... wrong, yet not painful. She found herself taking a step towards herself... her head spun as she struggled to stay still, to stay in two places at once. Her vision blurred, very slightly, as she forced herself to turn. It felt as if she were doing something fundamentally wrong...

Emily...”

She looked at Void. “What?”

Her master seemed surprised, his eyes going wide as Emily’s legs buckled and she fell to the ground. He hadn’t said anything. It hadn't been his voice. Emily felt her vision start to blur again, growing worse with every passing second. Her other self... she was suddenly in the other body, staring at herself on the floor. She couldn’t follow what was happening, she couldn’t understand it, and...

Emily...”

The voice echoed through her mind. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. And yet, she felt her thoughts start to fragment. She was in two places - no, many places. She was already on the floor, yet it came up and hit her... darkness swallowed her, pain surging through her body. And...

Void’s face came into view, hazily. “Emily?”

I...” Emily swallowed hard. Her head hurt. Her memories... she felt a twinge of pain as she realized she’d literally been in two places at once. It hurt to even think about what had happened and yet she had no choice. “What happened?”

You didn’t disentangle yourself correctly.” Void helped her to sit up, then conjured a glass of water from the air and held it out to her. “You split your body into two, but you didn’t quite manage to split your mind.”

Emily sipped the water, gingerly. It tasted pure, so pure it was practically tasteless. “It felt... wrong.”

It does, yes.” Void sounded pensive for a long moment. “Even trying can feel like committing suicide. The trick is to maintain your mental integrity while tearing it in two.”

He smiled, humorlessly. “And if you can grasp the contradiction,” he added, “you’ll be one step closer to making it work.”

I’ll try,” Emily said. Her memories felt weird, as if she’d collapsed and watched herself collapse... as if she had two sets of memories. She supposed she had, in a sense. “I thought I heard someone calling my name.”

Void frowned. “You might have imagined it,” he said, slowly. “Your thoughts were being split in two. You could have been thinking to yourself, hearing your own thoughts.”

... Maybe.” Emily wasn’t so sure. The voice hadn’t been hers. What did her thoughts sound like anyway? She knew how to recognize someone else, by their mental voice, but... what would her own thoughts sound like? She thought she’d know her own thoughts. And yet, it had been oddly familiar. “I don’t know.”

She passed him the glass, which sparkled into nothingness as soon as he took it, and tried to stand. Her legs felt weak. Void held out a hand, allowing her to lean on him as she stumbled to her feet. The mirror was a pile of shattered glass, lying on the floor. Emily winced, despite herself. The Heart’s Eye mirrors had also shattered, when they’d broken contact with the alternate dimension...

No more magic until you’ve had some sleep,” Void said, firmly. If he noticed the way her mind was wandering, he said nothing. “Go back to your room and rest. Eat dinner in bed, if you don’t feel up to joining me. Or sleep. We can go through the spell tomorrow before we try again.”

Yes, sir,” Emily said. She was suddenly very aware of her own fatigue. Her body felt weak and worn. Her magic felt as if she’d pushed it right to the limit. The concept seemed so simple, but turning it into reality had nearly killed her. She felt a stab of pain in her head and shuddered, trying not to be sick. The simplest concept could be the hardest to make real. “How long did it take you to master the spell?”

Void gave her a sidelong look. “I’d say it isn’t a spell one can ever truly master,” he said. “It depends on your ability to control magic, true, but also your ability to... separate your thoughts and then merge yourself back together. My old master made crude jokes to ensure I got the point. I couldn’t afford to think of myself as two people or reintegration would become impossible. You’ll have the same problem.”

I see, I think.” Emily wasn’t sure that was true. “And what happens if something happens to me? I mean, to one of me?”

It depends on the spell.” Void shook his head. “Go get some rest. We’ll discuss it later, when you’ve had time to consider what happened and then try again. And don’t try it without me. You cannot afford to be alone if something goes wrong.”

Emily nodded. “I understand.”

See that you do,” Void said. “Do you need help to get back to your room?”

No,” Emily said. She thought she could walk to her room before she collapsed. “I can make it on my own.”

That’s what they all said,” Void told her. She remembered, suddenly, that he’d had students before her. “And they were all wrong.”



 

 

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Author Bio

Christopher G. Nuttall is thirty-two years old and has been reading science fiction since he was five, when someone introduced him to children's SF. Born in Scotland, Chris attended schools in Edinburgh, Fife and University in Manchester ... before moving to Malaysia to live with his wife Aisha.

Chris has been involved in the online Alternate History community since 1998; in particular, he was the original founder of Changing The Times, an online alternate history website that brought in submissions from all over the community. Later, Chris took up writing and eventually became a full-time writer.

Chris has produced The Empire's Corps series, the Outside Context Problem series and many others. He is also responsible for two fan-made Posleen novels, both set in John Ringo's famous Posleen universe. They can both be downloaded from his site.

Website: http://www.chrishanger.net/
Blog: http://chrishanger.wordpress.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ChristopherGNuttall
Discussion Forum http://thewritersclub.prophpbb.com/

TTB titles:

Schooled in Magic fantasy series
  Schooled in Magic  book 1
  Lessons in Etiquette  book 2
  Study in Slaughter  book 3
  Work Experience  book 4
  The School of Hard Knocks  book 5
  Love's Labor's Won  book 6
  Trial By Fire  book 7
  Wedding Hells  book 8
  Infinite Regress  book 9
  Past Tense  book 10
  The Sergeant's Apprentice  book 11
  Fists of Justice  book 12
  The Gordian Knot  book 13
  Graduation Day  book 14
  Alassa's Tale  book 14.5
  The Princess in the Tower  book 15
  The Broken Throne  book 16
  Cursed  book 17
  Mirror Image  book 18
  The Artful Apprentice  book 19
  Oathkeeper  book 20

The Decline and Fall of the Galactic Empire military SF series
  Barbarians at the Gates  book 1
  The Shadow of Cincinnatus  book 2
  The Barbarian Bride  book 3

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Christopher has a number of interesting articles up at his blog, The Chrishanger.

"The Stronghold Academy of Martial Arts"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2016/10/03/the-stronghold-academy-of-martial-arts/

"Emily's Finances"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2016/10/01/emilys-finances/

"Religion in the Nameless World
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2016/09/29/religion-in-the-nameless-world/

"The Military in the Nameless World - A Very Brief Overview"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2016/09/28/the-military-in-the-nameless-world-a-very-brief-overview/

"Wedding Hells: Randor and Alicia"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2016/09/10/wedding-hells-randor-and-alicia/

"Past Tense: Freedom and (Women's) Rights"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2016/08/15/past-tense-freedom-and-womens-rights/

"Wedding Hells Appendix (II) - History Exam"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/wedding-hells-appendix-ii-history-exam/

"Idle Musings (SIM 10)"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2016/06/08/idle-musings-sim-10/

"Whitehall's Liability Insurance"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2016/05/29/whitehalls-liability-insurance/

"Emily and the Barony of Cockatrice"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2016/04/02/emily-and-the-barony-of-cockatrice/

"Bonus Material: Whitehall History Essay Question"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2015/10/16/bonus-material-whitehall-history-essay-question/

"Schooled in Magic: Jade, Emily and Alassa" [Warning: spoilers]
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2015/08/11/schooled-in-magic-jade-emily-and-alassa/

"Deconstructing Emily" [...There are a handful of spoilers for Books 1-6, so read carefully.]
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2015/07/15/deconstructing-emily/

"Love's Labor's Won: Playing the Blame Game [Warning; spoilers!]
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2015/03/24/loves-labours-won-playing-the-blame-game/

"Christmas Post: Five Things that Could Have Happened to Emily"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2014/12/25/christmas-post-five-things-that-could-have-happened-to-emily/

"The Tragedy of Marius Drake [Warning: massive spoilers in this post.]
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2014/11/23/the-tragedy-of-marius-drake/

"Meet My Character Blog Hop" [Master Tor]
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2014/11/05/meet-my-character-blog-hop/

"Draft Afterword (I)" [Cincinnatus]
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2014/07/01/draft-afterword-i/

"But What Do We Do on Our Hols? An Introduction to Lessons in Etiquette"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2014/05/21/but-what-do-we-do-on-our-hols-an-introduction-to-lessons-in-etiquette/

"The Free City of Beneficence" [A new setting for Schooled in Magic.]
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2014/03/24/the-free-city-of-beneficence/

"An Introduction to Schooled in Magic"
https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/2014/03/03/an-introduction-to-schooled-in-magic/

 

Interviews

"When did you start writing and what got you into fantasy?"
Author interview on Blogcritics

"When did you decide you wanted to become an author?"
Author interview on Blogger News

Character interview with Princess Alassa on Beyond the Books

"Deconstructing Emily" blog post

"Schooled in Magic is a fantasy book, but it draws extensively from real history."
Guest post on As the Page Turns

"The Inspiration behind 'Trial by Fire' by Christopher Nuttall"
Guest post on Review From Here

"The Story behind 'Trial by Fire' by Christopher Nuttall"
Guest post on The Story Behind the Book

"I was asked, at Ravencon, just what makes an indie writer successful.
I think they were hoping I'd know some great secret to success that I could tell them."
Guest post on The Writer's Life eMagazine

"No matter how well you write, you will get bad reviews."
Author Christopher G. Nuttall discusses The Decline & Fall
of the Galactic Empire novels in an interview with Edinburgh49

Trial By Fire chapter reveal on Plug Your Book

 

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