Out of the Debauched Sloth

Chaz Brenchley's Fortnightly Newsletter

“News is something somebody doesn’t want printed; all else is advertising.”

- William Randolph Hearst

All right, lemme confess: this-all is totally advertising, under the guise of “what is Chaz up to?” But you knew that, of course. Which is why I wholly do want it printed, or at least pixellated, and why—I hope!—you want to see it pass across your phosphors.

D’you know what day this is today? Yes, yes, it’s the Ides of March, yadda yadda (at the time of writing, that is to say; probably not at the time of sending), but more than that and far beyond it in importance? It is Cover Reveal Day, people. Finally I can show you the work of deliciousness that is Ben Baldwin’s artwork for The Devil in the Dust, the first volume of my reissued Books of Outremer. Behold:

I adore this. Obviously this will be the framework for all six covers, with only the central image changing (and, I suspect, the colour palette, for easy distinguishment between vols).

Links for preordering are going up as I type; e-books may already be found at their relevant stores, while hard and paper covers will take a little longer, because they do.

After such excitements, what more? What could possibly follow that?

Not much, in all honesty. In addition to prepping the text for volume two, Tower of the King’s Daughter, I am proofing a short story for an Anthology Which Must Not Yet Be Named. Soon, I promise, all shall be revealed.

And over in France my old friend Phyllipa Scammell is recording her gorgeous setting of “La Chanson de Cireille”, the lyrics to which appear in the aforementioned The Devil in the Dust. I am in hopes that there will be a link to that in the next newsletter.

That’s pretty much all I have to tell you, except that I am halfway through the next chapter of Mary Ellen—Craterean!, so I should have that posted to Patreon by the end of this week. If you’re not a subscriber there, I do recommend it: instant access to half a million words of my fiction, all for the price of a cup of coffee a month. I mean, you’d buy me a coffee, wouldn’t you...?

See. Told you. Advertising.

Slava Ukraini!

- Chaz