{"id":586,"date":"2013-04-20T09:23:39","date_gmt":"2013-04-19T21:23:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/csidemedia.com\/gryphonclerks\/?page_id=586"},"modified":"2018-03-14T08:05:32","modified_gmt":"2018-03-13T19:05:32","slug":"realmgolds-press-kit-html","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/csidemedia.com\/gryphonclerks\/realmgolds-press-kit-html\/","title":{"rendered":"Realmgolds Press Kit"},"content":{"rendered":"

Realmgolds<\/em> is a steampunkish secondary-world fantasy novel, the first of the Gryphon Clerks series.<\/p>\n

Author Bio<\/h2>\n

Mike Reeves-McMillan has a black belt, which holds up his trousers. He\u2019s not sure why authors make such a big deal of these, but they are certainly convenient, trouserwise.<\/p>\n

For someone with an English\u00a0degree, he\u2019s spent a surprising amount of time wearing a hard hat. He\u2019s also studied ritualmaking, hypnotherapy and health science.<\/p>\n

He writes strange worlds that people want to live in. He himself lives in Auckland, New Zealand, surrounded by trees.<\/p>\n

Contact\/Social Media:<\/h3>\n

Blog: http:\/\/csidemedia.com\/gryphonclerks<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Email: mike@csidemedia.com<\/a><\/p>\n

Google+: https:\/\/plus.google.com\/u\/0\/+MikeReevesMcMillan<\/a><\/p>\n

Goodreads (book page): http:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/17453856-realmgolds<\/a><\/p>\n

Realmgolds Blurb<\/h2>\n

The Human Purity movement is growing in power and influence in Denning, attacking dwarf businesses and caravans and inciting popular rebellion against the central government, with the passive or active support of many of the ruling Golds.<\/p>\n

Opposing them almost alone is the Realmgold, a young man named Determined. His problem is that, even though the Realmgold is meant to be in charge, nobody is paying much attention to him.<\/p>\n

Victory, who rules neighbouring Koskant, would love to support Determined, but an ancient magical treaty between their realms means she can\u2019t send in her troops, her skyboats or her pressure guns. What she can do, though, is share a new magical communications technology \u2013 and her elite corps of Gryphon Clerks\u2026<\/p>\n

Excerpt<\/h2>\n

A small dwarf caravan wound its dusty way towards the Thunder Gorge dwarfhold in the northwest of Denning. Its members, six mules, four gnomes, the dwarf in charge, and a centaur guard, had pushed hard to get to the hold before dark, but they weren\u2019t quite going to achieve it. The night was drawing in, and the mules would soon be stumbling on rough patches of the poorly-maintained road.<\/p>\n

The small caravan\u2019s centaur guard was known, like all centaur caravan guards, as Muscles, though his given name was Tree. He looked away to preserve his vision as Pack of Sevenhills, the dwarf, lit the travel-globes on each beast\u2019s harness, assisted by his gnome leader, Pot.<\/p>\n

Muscles was picturing being beside a warm fire with a drink in his hand and out of his leather barding when he heard a ruckus from up the road. He came alert despite his weariness, and quickly strung his bow, then held it low by his side.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust drunken locals, by the sound,\u201d said Pack.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe,\u201d said Muscles. \u201cI\u2019m taking no chances. Things are going to get ugly down here at some point.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rounding a corner, they came upon a small mob of humans. They showed signs, as Pack had said, of drunkenness, but the light of burning torches mingled with the yellowish magical light of Pack\u2019s travel-globes, and there were a surprising number of farm implements for the time of evening.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d said a human near the front of the group, \u201cwhat have we here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like de-gen-e-rates,\u201d slurred one of his companions, who was eyeing the mules and their burdens.<\/p>\n

\u201cThree-fingered degenerates and a half-beast,\u201d agreed the first. \u201cWhat do you say, boys?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPurity!\u201d shouted the mob raggedly, waving their farm implements.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s get them!\u201d the second human cried out, and they fanned out and began a ragged charge, chanting \u201cPu-ri-ty, pu-ri-ty\u201d and lowering their implements like spears or raising them like swords, depending on the length of the shaft.<\/p>\n

Muscles\u2019 bow came up, an arrow from the quiver on his back met it, and he drew and fired in less time than it takes to blink. The first speaker, apparently the leader, fell with a cry, Muscles\u2019 shaft protruding from his left shoulder. Almost before he hit the ground, his yes-man got the same treatment.<\/p>\n

A couple of nearby humans faltered, seeing their two spokesmen fall. One took to his heels, and the other stumbled back and fell on his buttocks with a grunt, then, after a moment, started crawling away. Most of them, though, were too fixated on their attack to notice (and too drunk).<\/p>\n

A third human fell to an arrow \u2014 a big man with a reasonably sharp pickaxe \u2014 before the six who hadn\u2019t yet fallen or fled reached the little caravan.<\/p>\n

Muscles reared, and gave his war cry. He had trained the mules well, and they swapped end-for-end and began to kick out at their attackers. One, propelled by hooves, flew through the air like a sack full of straw, struck the ground heavily and lay still. Another, faced with Muscles\u2019 own hooves windmilling in his face, covered his eyes with his forearms and stumbled backwards, where he tripped over the big man\u2019s body and fell down. He continued to cower as Muscles hauled his broadsword from its straps on his back, next to his quiver, and decapitated a hayfork. The hayfork\u2019s wielder dropped it hurriedly and began backing away.<\/p>\n

The fight had lasted perhaps sixteen heartbeats so far, and eight of the eleven were out of action. The remaining three, though, had surrounded the little knot of unarmed gnomes gathered around Pack and were beating on them with their implements. Pot fell, bleeding from his head.<\/p>\n

Muscles bellowed, sounding more like a bull than a stallion, but there was a mule bucking between him and the gnomes. He reached over it with his long, muscular arms and slashed at the shoulder of the nearest man, at the fullest extension of the broadsword. The man blocked clumsily, but effectively, with his mattock, and it clanged.<\/p>\n

The startled mule bolted, and Muscles surged forward and swung the flat of his blade from right to left, knocking one man out with the blade itself and a second with the sword\u2019s grip and his large hand.<\/p>\n

The third, the mattock man, heaved his improvised weapon up above his head preparatory to bringing it down at Muscles\u2019 enormous chest. While Muscles appreciated his courage, he didn\u2019t appreciate his intent. He caught the mattock on his blade with a thud that shuddered through the human\u2019s hands, and kicked him precisely in the solar plexus with a heavy hoof.<\/p>\n

Muscles surveyed the area. A couple more humans had fled, several were groaning more or less quietly, and three lay terminally still. The gnomes and Pack were looking stunned, a couple of them literally. Pot was sprawled at Pack\u2019s feet, and even before Muscles bent and checked, he knew he wasn\u2019t ever getting up again. He sheathed his sword, lifted the gnome and tucked him into one of his empty saddlebags.<\/p>\n

\u201cCareful!\u201d said Pack.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot much point in being careful with him now, I\u2019m afraid,\u201d said Muscles. \u201cWho else is badly hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n

There were a couple of broken arms, some bruises and a nasty concussion. Muscles scooped up the concussed gnome, rallied the others and double-timed them, with the remaining mules, in the direction of the dwarf hold. Pack was inclined to protest at leaving one of the mules lost in the darkness, but Muscles was in command under conditions of threat, and the caravan owner was overruled. \u201cWe don\u2019t have time to look for it,\u201d said the centaur. \u201cEither it turns up or not. Our concern now is to get behind stone before those humans come back with reinforcements.\u201d<\/p>\n

Availability<\/h2>\n

Realmgolds is available from Amazon: http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B00BVR3JFY<\/a><\/p>\n

Author Photograph<\/h2>\n

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Cover Art by Chris Howard<\/h2>\n

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