Saturday, 13 September 2014


The third volume of the Sha-e-Fa -series offers answers to many questions. And brings just as many new ones. Let's talk about it for a bit. 

What is this Sha-Nazen? 

Like spoken earlier, there are stones in the Universe that hide great power. Sha-Nazen is one those jewels. It is the dark twin of Sha-e-Fa, as eager to malevolence as its bright sister. It can offer great gifts to its bearer, but none of its blessings comes for free. The price is high, and most who have touched the heart of Sha-Nazen, have ended up dead. I don't know if Sha-Nazen ever left the Universe, like Sha-e-Fa did, or who its original master was. All I know is that the stone is not to be trusted. 


Jonda is half toleen, and half dr'chen. She bears the beauty of the toleen, and the war-like blood of the dr'chen. In her, the finest qualities of both races are combined. She has the power to heal, and the fire to fight. She is chosen by the storm, and the legacy of her name follows her on the path of her life. 
I wanted her to be happy, but unfortunately I could not force the tale to take her to a safe haven. Instead, she will have to live out the misfortune that is her existence. 

Mermaids? What's next, fairies? 

Well... maybe. A writer can never tell where the story leads. I first wrote the scene about mermaids in a bus, half-asleep, and after reading it the next day, I got chills. 
Legends are often born from truths half-told. I believe mermaids may well exist, along with fairies. 
If you believe hard enough, they may become true. 
I am almost convinced we'll meet fairies in part four. If it desires to be written. 

Death is unstable at times like these? 

When the Universe trembles on the verge of altering itself, many things become unstable. Death is one of them. 

Hey, this thing ended very aprubtly! 

It did, and I didn't intend it. There is more to the story, though, and I wish I will be given the chance to see it. 
The fourth part of the tale has been gnawing at me for a few years now. 
I fear that when it is time, it will bind me for months. 
Fear, I say, like I didn't long for it to happen. 

The one you left out? 

I left him out for a reason. 
My tall, dark elf has much, much more to say, and I do not yet know him well enough to discuss him. 
I do see him, sometimes, older than time itself, crushing a blossoming branch of a cherry tree in his hand... 

So. Until next time, like I often say. Remember to keep an open mind. It's the secret that will lead you to great adventures. 


Saturday, 6 September 2014

The Writer's Eye

As all writers know, there's a thing called "writer's eye". All those who write know this phenomenon well, but to the non-writers, a bit of clarification may be in order. 
Let's begin. A journey. Into the deep, dark place where nightmares are born.

1. When something unexpected happens, time seems to slow down. For ordinary people, the instant moment of an accident happens within seconds. For a writer, the seconds it takes to get your car wrapped up around a tree seem like a decade. Usually, when you have an accident, the details of it are erased from your memory. It's the way the human mind works: to spare itself from trauma, it removes things that could be regarded as harmful. 
When a writer has an accident, all of its details are eternally trapped in his/her memory. 
That is what the writer's eye is all about: we see things that flee others, experience things that escape you. We live deeper, and are eternally tormented by the things we see. 
Or at least until we write them out. 

2. We look at others differently. Where you see features, clothing, expressions, we see behind it all. We look at others, squint our eyes like cats often do, and try to see beyond the exterior. We like to look at the real you, the you hidden behind clothes and make-up and accessories, the things you think you keep hidden. The nightmares you have, the memories you hide, the stories you have to tell. 
To a writer, a stranger passing by on the street is a story, not a faceless fellow-human. To us, you are all important. To us, you are all words to share, memories to write, beauty to capture for generations to come. 
To a writer, everything has value. Even the smallest detail can hold the greatest importance. The way you pick up a penny, the way you throw back your head and laugh, the way your eyes darken when someone mentions a word that takes you back to your youth. 
To a writer, everything you do is a story. 

3. When something is about to happen, we sometimes see it in advance. You pour milk into a mug, turn, and just before your elbow hits it and sends it flying to the floor, we cry "nooooo", and make a desperate attempt to catch it. Sometimes we make it, sometimes we don't. If you live with a writer, don't push them off as they're making an unexplained leap for something you can't see. There's something there, and the mad leap may save you from cleaning up the floor. 
Or something worse. 

4. As the writer's eye has a tendency of messing with the imagination, writers tend to panic a bit easier than the so-called ordinary people. We see the possible consequences of your actions, we know what may happen if we say the words struggling to be freed, if you take one more drink, if your hand reaches for that piece of cake located just beyond that container of juice. We know what will happen, we can tell. And the consequences terrify us. To us, the smallest symptom is the beginning of something deadly. 
We feel beyond this world, these containers of the soul. We feel the future, taste it, and it leaves us trembling in fear and exhiliration.

5. We remember everything. Every word you've said, every piece of clothing you've worn, every time you've frowned. Forgetting is difficult when your mind wants to turn every moment you've ever lived into a story. So, we don't. Instead, we store all the details of our lives into our minds, and if we don't get the chance to write it all out, it starts to suffocate us. 
When we write, we breathe out the lives we've breathed in watching it all pass us by. 
When we write, the world around is lost and forgotten, and another struggles to be born. 

6. The process of writing varies greatly between writers. One thing, though, is common to us all. 
When writing, we stare through the paper or screen, and see not the words pouring out, but a world beyond this one. It's like dreaming while you're wide awake, falling into a rabbit hole. 
Don't poke us while we write to see if we're still alive. Don't come in asking if we'd like a refill on coffee. 
Don't bother us, you'll break the spell. 

7. No writer writes because he/she wants to. We write because we have to. Stories in our heads demand attention, and if we don't give it to them, they drive us crazy. 
If you've ever had a writing woman throw dinner plates at you after you've asked them what they were thinking about when buying that super-sexy dress, you'll know what I mean. 
Writing is our heroin. We need our daily fix, and if we don't get it, bad things happen. 
A writer is only happy when a story is flowing out smoothly, without force or effort. Sadly, it happens only so often. 

The writer's eye is a peculiar thing. Somehow, it isolates us, makes us watch the world turn around us, dotting down all of its petty details. And somehow, it allows us sights no mortal man has ever seen. 
Being a writer is most times a painful, awkward existence, but when the story runs like a river... 


Monday, 1 September 2014


The Sha-e-Fa -series (well, most of it, we're still lacking volume Four) is available as ebook and paperback, so I figured I'd shed some more light upon the second part, Sha-e-Fa. 

What is this Sha-e-Fa? 

In the Universe I created for this series, magic still lives. Some of it lives in gems. Some gems are minor in might, some withhold secrets that should remain lost, some of them conceal power beyond the dreams of mortal minds. Sha-e-Fa is one of the stones of power. It hides the power of creation, the bright side of might. 
One could imagine such a treasure to be pure and good, but in my realm, nothing is as it appears. 
Sha-e-Fa is a deadly prize, eager to consume those drawn too close to it, and the might it offers can make all dreams become a reality. 
One must always be careful on what one wishes. The wish might come true. 
And we all know that when all of your dreams are made real, shit hits the fan. 

Two young brothers? Is this a children's book? 

No. Definetely not a kids' book. The brothers sent to find the jewel of power may be young in age, but not in spirit. They are men grown, warriors of heart. These books are filled with blood, pain, and adventure, and I wouldn't recommend them to young children. 
Then again, I am over-protective of the young. Read it, and make up your own mind. But be warned, I do not tell tales of children. 

The dr'chen-race? 

The dr'chen are a warrior race. They co-habit a warm planet with a healing race of toleen. The dr'chen are tall, strong, and blond. The women cut their hair for war, but the men only shave their heads when defeated in battle. 
The dr'chen-race is actually a personal treat for Me: I have a thing for blond, long-haired men, and I wanted my warriors to be utter eye-candy. Also, an ex may have had a little bit to do with the birth of the race. If he happens upon this, love at you, sweet thing. 

Wasn't J'dra a woman? WTF? 

J'dra was born a woman. She is a shape-shifter who took the form of a man to protect... well now, I almost let out a spoiler. We can't have that, can we? Anyway, J'dra lives as a woman, in her true form, in the WizardWars, takes the shape of a man in Sha-e-Fa, and returns to her true nature in Sha-Nazen. Confusing? No, not really. Don't we all have a masculine and a feminine side? 

Portals? Like in Stargåte? 

Portals, yes, but not like in Stargåte (in the series, they put a little circle on the second A, unwillingly forming a Swedish letter Å, which I find an unquenchable source of amusement). The portals in my Universe are forged with magic, back when time was young and wizards still roamed the realms unfeared. They forced might to their will, and formed Portals which open into other worlds. The Portals open to those who seek them, to those who bear the power to summon them, and can be used as a means of transportation. Some races, like the elves, have mastered them, some, like the dwarves, fear them, and some, like the dr'chen, take advantage of them. There are devices through which one can create new Portals, and command existing ones, and sometimes, some of them fall into the wrong hands. 
Might is a treachorous thing, and often has a will of its own. 

For purchase links, please refer to the Books-page. 

As befits a Monday, I've edited this thing fifteen times. If you still catch typos and such, pls remember that Husband's laptop has a Oblivion-related injuries. 

Until next time