Author: Steve Thomas
Page count: 130
Genre: Comic Fantasy
Steve Thomas is a fantasy writer with a degree in Physics, which is the polite way of saying that he’s a huge nerd. He lives in Central New York.
Tell us about your book:
“Klondaeg the Monster Hunter” is an action-fantasy novella featuring a Dwarf on a quest to avenge his parents, who died in a mysterious monster-related tragedy. Klondaeg never found out who exactly to blame, so he’s made it his life’s work to kill all monsters, just to be sure.
It was originally conceived as a series of short stories, but as I wrote, a plot arc grew across them, and it was tight enough to call it a singular novella.
How long did it take to write the book?
It took me around six months to complete the first draft, plus time for editing and soliciting feedback from early readers.
What inspired you to write the book?
It started off as a challenge to myself to create a character I could reuse in other stories. I had previously written two novels, but they all end with a certain finality. Each major character in those books has his/her fundamental conflict fully resolved. I wanted to create a character who is less intertwined with a single, defining plot arc, who I could continue to write about and develop across titles.
Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?
My writing process is pretty mundane. After my wife to goes to bed, I sit down at my laptop, and write as much as I can before I need to go to bed myself. I have a full time job and am working on a master’s degree, so I have to squeeze in writing when I can. When it comes to writing, I have one rule: if I open the file, I don’t leave my desk until I’ve added to it.
What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?
As long as they have a good laugh while reading, I’m happy.
Where can we go to buy your book?
It is available through most major ebook vendors.
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Any other links or info you’d like to share?
For more about my other books, check out my website here: http://www.kalhariaonline.com/
Excerpt from book:
“Graaaa…” said Klondaeg.
The undead magma goat raised its head and looked around with a vacant expression, crumbs of silver ore falling from its maw. The bell around its neck jingled.
“…aaaaaaaah!” said Klondaeg, brandishing the King’s Rest, his two-headed battle-axe, over his head. He leaped over the river of magma, and his mighty iron boot found firm footing on an obsidian island. The goat, once a fiery hell-beast, and now little more than a cud-chewing statue, cocked its head inquisitively at the Dwarven warrior bearing down upon it, and narrowed its eyes. With a bloodthirsty bleat and a swift kick, the basalt beast knocked Klondaeg back across the river. Klondaeg rolled when he fell, and was soon back on his feet.
“Yes, charge him with an axe. I’m sure that never occurred to the miners before they summoned you,” said Sinister.
“Hasn’t failed us yet,” said Dexter. The King’s Rest had a mind for each head, one wise, one brash. Neither was often helpful.
Klondaeg scanned the tunnel. Veins of silver sparkled red, reflecting the flood of lava below. The undead magma goat stood on an island, which was slowly shrinking away as the river of molten rock surged around it. Just before the magma splashed upon the goat’s toes, the creature deftly hopped to a taller, wider island. On the far bank, the stone wall faintly glowed red. “Shut up. New plan,” said Klondaeg.
He strapped the King’s Rest to his back and picked up the nearest mine cart. It was full of silver ore, and Klondaeg’s muscles bulged with the effort.
“Maybe a back brace should be part of this plan,” said Sinister.
Klondaeg grunted, hefted the cart over his right shoulder, spun three times, and released.
The cart arced over the river, raining nuggets of silver into the magma, and crashed into the weak spot on the wall.
The bank burst, exactly like an underground volcano. Klondaeg hopped back to dodge the rush of magma as it swept into the tunnel and buried the monster. The goat bleated one last time as its body melted away, becoming one with the underground river of magma.
He looked back over his shoulder. “That dissolves your goat problems. Next time, try not to dig on a fault line.”
The foreman surveyed the ruin of his silver mine. He tugged on his beard and sighed. He muttered, “Thank you for saving my mine, Klondaeg.”
“I’m a monster hunter. It’s what I do. What I don’t understand is how an undead magma goat showed up here in the first place.”
“Escaped from the zoo?” said Sinister.
“Or maybe this mine is a cursed magma goat graveyard,” said Dexter.
The foreman took a momentary break from calculating his lost earnings to consider the question. “There’s only one thing that could do it. Gnomish alchemy.”