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The Yogini- An Excerpt

With her days split between a passionate marriage and a high-octane television studio job, Homi is a thoroughly modern young woman-until one day she is approached by a yogi on the street. This mysterious figure begins to follow her everywhere, visible only to Homi, who finds him both frightening and inexplicably arousing.

Read an excerpt from The Yogini below:

 

It was late into the inflated night when she returned to her senses for the first time. She found herself standing by the door of a train compartment, holding the handles and swaying with the train as it hurtled along. Her body lurched alarmingly from side to side. She was leaning forward perilously. She would fall out of the train at any moment.

 

Was it time, then? she wondered. Was this how she and her fate were to be separated? Was this, finally,what fate had written for her?

 

The tracks seemed to howl fiercely at her when she looked down. Sparks flew from the friction of steel against steel. All she had to do was loosen her hold for everything to end.

 

Rattling a thousand chains, her soul cried out, Freedom! Freedom!

 

And she decided to jump. But then someone gripped her elbow. She didn’t turn around. There was no need to, for she knew who it was. She could see the hand clamped on her arm – the wrist encircled by rosary beads. A copper band, an iron chain, a red thread, chunky amulets. He scavenged for all sorts of things to slip around his wrist. Mounds of grime were gathered beneath his long nails. She raised her eyes to look – not behind her, but ahead. There was no beginning, no end, only a train passing through an endless expanse. No artificial lights shone now – the world beyond was lit generously by the moon, its beams crystallised in pools of water in the fields, the light magnified a million times by the reflections. The train raced through a silvery kingdom. Her heart was disproportionately heavy – but she no longer had cause to be sad or angry.

 

An icy current whispered in her ear, ‘Homi! Homi! Empress?’

 

‘Come closer, Empress.’

 

How much closer, man with the matted locks? Haven’t I already given you the right to claim me? So many thoughts flow through my head, but not one of them will lead to anything tangible. Not one will leave a physical imprint on the planet. Such notions, only some of which I embrace. I let go of the rest, to ensure that you have no power over me – neither over the causes of things happening to me, nor over their effects. Not even over the merging of cause and effect, because both are mechanical in my life, just as you are, an automaton. This is my final observation about existence. There is no such thing as free will here. No fundamental independence. I have long accepted that I have a natural fate in this world, a human being’s fate. I am no one, fate is everything. You are everything. This way, I can be closer to you too, can’t I?

These thoughts ran through her head, but she wished, too, to escape, to be free. A strange force took hold of her. She jerked her arm out of his grasp, and, the very next moment, whirled around to strike at the figure with the matted locks. With all her strength she lashed out at him, hoping that the impact would throw him off the train.


Following the inexorable pull of tradition, the mystic forces that run beneath the shallow surface of our modern existence like red earth beneath the pavements, The Yogini is AVAILABLE NOW!

 

Krishna Udayasankar on Her Writing & Advice to New Authors

Krishna Udayasankar is the author of the bestselling Aryavarta Chronicles (Govinda, Kaurava, Kurukshetra) based on the Mahabharata.

She has also written a book based on the founding legend of the island of Singapore titled 3 and the fantastical Immortal.

Read to know more about the prolific author and her writing process:

 

  • What inspires you to start writing?

My ideas usually come to me as a scene, an interaction between characters. Most of the time, there’s dialogue involved, and they’re talking about something that connects with me – an issue that bothers me, something that makes me feel very sad or something that makes me extremely glad and excited. It’s almost like these amazing characters turn up at my doorstep and ask me to join them on a quest, and then nothing is the same again. Writing is truly an epic adventure!

 

  • Were any of your characters inspired by people in your life?

 

Characters ARE people in my life – in their own right. But no; rarely are characters inspired by people in my life. Of course, when it comes to little details – particularly behaviors and gestures or ways of speaking, I sometimes look to things I see or notice – especially in strangers – to add colour to a character.

 

The exception to the above, however, are the lions in Beast. A lot of their attitude and behavior – from their moods and sulking to their playing and their fights – have been modeled on my canine-fur children, Boozo, Zana and Maya. Actually, now that I think of it, they do inspire my characters – the human ones – too, across all my books: All that is good in characters – their love, loyalty, resilience, etc – comes from the Huskyteers.

 

  • What is it about writing that you like the most and why?

 

To live a thousand lives, to meet beings from across time and space, to do things that I’ve never had the chance to do – writing is like having imaginary friends and living in imaginary worlds and still being (more or less) socially-acceptable. But I also love the craft of writing; the putting words together to paint pictures, I love being able to work with language and communicate. Last but not least, I love how, over the years, writing has led me to connect with thousands of readers – many of whom become friends. What’s there not to love?

 

  • Who is your favourite author?

 

Isaac Asimov, Rudyard Kipling, Bill Watterson, Kalki Krishnamurthy and many, many more. Why? Because they brought alternate universe to life.

 

  • What advice do you give to new authors?

 

I’ve realized that the “advice” I give changes over time – usually because, as the saying goes, we teach best what we need to learn. Right now, the advice I need to give and hear both is to remember why you began writing. We start with dreams, with stars in our eyes and visions of changing the world through our words, but time takes its toll on us all, regardless of how much we have written or published. The process can feel frustrating, the outcomes pointless. At those moments, more than ever, it is important to remind yourself of why you began writing in the first place.

 

  • Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

 

I don’t. I’m not good at long-term planning or even projecting! Besides, five years ago, I hadn’t thought I would be where I am today. Indeed, for many years in my life, I’d given up on my childhood dream of being a writer. That I am here today putting down this answer in words is completely unexpected. So, five years hence – only time shall tell.


Check out the fantastic backlist of Krishna Udayasankar featuring titles like GovindaKauravaKurukshetraand Immortal.

Why You Should Be Reading The King of Kings rather than Endlessly Discussing Game of Thrones

One of the great classics of Gujarati literature, the Patan trilogy by K. M. Munshi, is finally accessible to English readers owing to Rita and Abhijit Kothari’s brilliant translation.

K.M. Munshi is one of Gujarat’s most well-known literary writers and his historical novels have contributed profoundly to the sense of past that Gujarat lives with. His magnificent conclusion to his beloved Trilogy, Rajadhiraj or The King of Kings is a panoramic epic filled with adventure and intrigue, and a timeless classic with a nuanced insight into human nature and the complex links between statecraft and violence.

A mysterious emissary arrives in the port city of Bhrigukachchh. He has been sent by King Jaysinhdev of Patan with a secret message for Kaak, the valiant chieftain of the city. The king seeks to urgently enlist Kaak’s help in conquering the kingdom of Junagadh. However, Kaak has also received crucial summons from two others: Leeladevi, the firebrand princess whose marriage to Jaysinhdev Kaak himself facilitated; and Ranakdevi, the queen of Junagadh.

Caught in a web of conflicting loyalties, Kaak must navigate a treacherous terrain of political machinations where the slightest misstep could lead to grave consequences-where even he will not emerge unscathed.

Seven reasons why you should be reading The King of Kings

 

  1. For a glimpse of the rich, varied history of 12th century India that you probably completely skipped in school

The King of Kings takes the reader through a highly layered and complex web of Gujarat in the Chalukya era. As a result of his historical research, Munshi came to the conclusion that Gurjaradesha was a region that dates back to very ancient times. It could be said to have come into its own around 550 CE; its fall began from the conquest of Qutub-ud-din Aibak, and Alauddin Khilji’s raid in the fourteenth century spelt its end. Gurjaradesha was a rather large portion of northern India centred around modern-day Mount Abu and Bhinmal.

 

  1. For a saga as fascinating and complex Game of Thrones set in 12th century India.

Even though the trilogy is based around the rise of Siddharaj Jaysinh,, we are hooked on to the interplay of machinations and intrigues around him. From the sagacious kingmaker Munjal Mehta, to the intelligent and calculating Chief Queen of Patan—Leeladevi, everyone has their own agendas and will do anything to achieve them. After all, power, lust, and glory are universal and timeless motives.

 

  1. For its powerful portrayal and multifaceted portrayal of women.

Women are very, very present in The King of Kings, not just as idealized trophies but as decision makers every bit as calculating and as potent as the men. From the paragon of all virtues-the beautiful, brilliant pativrata—Manjari, to the equally stunning, shrewd and incisively cold warrior princess of Laat turned chief queen of Patan, Leelavati, to the austere ascetic Ranakdevi, and the intelligent dowager Minalba. Even the ordinary women who pop up –from the unabashedly sensual Premkunvar to the frivolous teenager Samrath, dispay the same attention to actually creating vibrant, realistic women.

‘No, you don’t,’ the princess struck back like an experienced warrior. ‘Tomorrow, I will wear my grandfather’s crown and go at the head of my army against yours for our last battle. I will die, but I will be immortalized. Tales of my valour will spread far and wide and I will be deified like a goddess.’ There was no tremor in her voice or glint in her eyes. There was only an indifferent calmness.

 

  1. For the astonishingly wide breadth of its romantic and sexual relationships which range from strikingly modern to classical love stories

There is the classical romance and idealized connubial bliss of Kaak and Manjari , the political alliance of Leeladevi and Siddhraj—Leeladevi wants to attract her husband deeply but is far to brilliant and incisive to play the calculating wife to soothe his ego. Meanwhile Jaysinhdev is obsessed with a woman who rejected him years ago who is now the ascetically devoted wife of his arch-rival.

 

  1. For a truly realistic look at the idea of the kingdom, beyond the confines of the court to those of its satellite villages.

 

The King of Kings explores tensions between the centrist and regional contestations of power, and the relationship between state formation and violence. One sees in this novel the contrasting views that Patan and its margins have towards each other. For instance, when Amrabhat arrives in Bhrigukachchh, he notices that the houses of Bhrigukachchh are small and its streets narrow. The temples are old and unimpressive, not like those of Patan or Modhera.

Was it possible that the unvanquished bhatraj of Laat and durgpal of Bhrigukachchh, dearest friend of Tribhuvanpal maharaj and the enemy of a person as influential as his father, lived in a place like this? He smiled derisively: Where the palatial mansions of his father in Patan, Khambhat and Karnavati, and where this humble hut!

 

  1. For the brilliant subversion of the idea of the ‘heroic ruler’ and the reminder that great kingdoms are often the result of brilliant secondary figures behind the scene.

The collective energies of the wise prime minister Munjal Mehta, the warrior and chieftain, Kaak and the poised Queen Mother, Minaldevi are mobilized in accomplishing the suzerainty of the ‘great king’ Jaysinhdev , and the novel ultimately celebrates his victories. However we are on many occasions shown Jaysinhdev in a poor light, both as a person and as a statesman. If perfect states are to be achieved with full knowledge of the imperfections of those who represent it, can they remain perfect? Or rather, is the idea of the state more powerful than the one who governs it?

 

 

  1. For its delightfully rich and detailed prose interspersed with delicate flashes of humour.

This is no dry reconstruction of historical events, Munshi brings the 12th century landscape and society of Gurjaradesh to life vividly, handling the foibles and weaknesses of both the court and small towns with a deft hand.

 

Amrabhat was restless. He had imagined himself to be

immersed in revelry and pleasures in Bhrigukachchh. Instead,

as soon as he set foot here, he lost his servant, bore insults and,

to top it all, an unknown woman stole his heart. Such a series of

calamities at this tender age!

K.M. Munshi’s magnificent conclusion to his beloved Trilogy, The King of Kings is a panoramic epic filled with adventure and intrigue, and a timeless classic with a nuanced insight into human nature and the complex links between statecraft and violence.

How Well Do You Know ‘Stranger Things’?

A mysterious lab. A sinister scientist. A secret history. If you think you know the truth about Eleven’s mother, prepare to have your mind turned Upside Down. Are you the biggest fan of Stranger Things? Play this quiz and find out!

 

 

Get your copy of Stranger Things: Suspicious Minds today!

Reel vs. Real: Adapting My Story into a Book

by Novoneel Chakraborty

One of the things which makes a reader curious about any story is how real or true it is. When authors pen stories, it is believed that they must have written it after being inspired by real-life incidents, which they have lived or seen closely. Majority of the times this assumption is true. What makes my latest novel Half Torn Hearts, an autobiographical attempt, slightly different in its approach is that I didn’t rely on any incident to make it autobiographical. I created the characters, gave them a relatable milieu and dived deep within myself only for their emotional graph, their outlook towards life and their deep character, fishing out emotions and words which were expressed by me and felt by both myself and the three women in my life. It was while penning down this novel that I realized a story becomes impersonal not only because of the plot points you use but also because somewhere the characters and their inner pathos are straight out of your real-life experiences. And, that a storyline may be fictitious but the characters may very well be real.

Half Torn Hearts has an interesting backstory. This is the only book of mine which took five years to complete. The process not only made me revisit old wounds but also convinced me that an author doesn’t tell a story. A story unfolds itself through an author. Few understand this difference. An author is a medium, not the story. For this story to be complete, it had to make me come in touch with someone who eventually became my muse, not only to finish this book but also for my overall creativity. Patience is a virtue and nobody else can understand this better than a storyteller.

In all my stories that I’ve penned so far, I’ve always fine-tuned the real-life inspirations. By fine-tuning, I mean that sometimes reality isn’t as dramatic as fiction should be. And at times, it is too over-the-top to be used in fiction sensibly. The one major limitation of fiction when compared to real life is that fiction always needs to make sense within the parameters of its self-defined logic, while reality is free of such limitations. And when one writes about something deeply personal, one needs to make sure it doesn’t hurt anyone who is involved in the real story. That’s a reason why I used the plot of this novel to hide the emotions of the characters in such a way that only those involved will be able to understand where certain things in the story are coming from. And for a normal reader, it may just read like an engaging story.

A very important aspect while penning down a personal story is editing. I’m not talking about structural- or copy-editing here. When things happen in real life, they have their own pace of events, and every event seems important. But when one sits to write, one cannot write about each and every event because, in a personal, real story, one will be invested since it’s one’s story, but for a reader, the investment happens only when things they are reading aren’t boring.

I write in the commercial fiction zone. Hence, the most important question that plagued me while writing this was what to keep and what not to. And in ‘what to keep’, there was another sub-query of ‘how much’. I follow a cardinal rule of writing: thou shall not bore thy readers, at least not knowingly. To get to this, one needs certain creative objectivity, which can’t be developed immediately. The more one writes and subsequently, the more one edits, the more one will know what really needs to remain in the final version of the manuscript and what simply needs to go. For example, in my current novel, there was a scene between the protagonists, Raisa and Nirmaan, which for the first time in the story was bringing them intimately close. When I read the manuscript for the third time, I realized that for the sake of the sanctity of the story, the scene should not be happening even though it was one of my favourite scenes in the book. Eventually, I edited it out. As they say: ‘kill your darlings’.

Lastly, I would say: telling one’s own story, in whichever way, involves a lot of responsible writing. Truth has interpretation. It also has misinterpretations as well. Hence, it has to be well-balanced. And, getting into that balance requires a lot of redrafting, personal introspection and revisiting things within oneself, things which we are done with—or maybe never done with—until the story shapes up the way we envisioned. But then, there also lies the magic of storytelling.


Half Torn Hearts is a coming-of-age tale of three layered individuals coming in terms with their first loss.

Novoneel Chakraborty is the bestselling author of many romantic thriller novels and one short story collection, Cheaters. Known for his twists, dark plots and strong female protagonists, he is also called the Sidney Sheldon of India by his readers. Apart from novels, Novoneel has written and developed several TV shows such as Savdhaan India and Yeh Hai Aashiqui.

Beast – an excerpt

When Assistant Commissioner of Police Aditi Kashyap is called upon to solve a gruesome triple homicide in a Mumbai suburb, she is dragged into the terrifying world of the Saimhas — werelions — who have lived alongside humans, hiding amongst them, since ancient times.

Faced with the unbelievable, Aditi has no choice but to join hands with Prithvi, an Enforcer called in to hunt down this seemingly otherworldly murderer.

Here is an excerpt from the first chapter of Krishna Udayasankar’s book, Beast.


The man knew these were his last moments, but his adrenaline fuelled feet kept moving through the rubble and brush. For the first—and only—time ever, he regretted his life of crime as he looked with longing at the warm light spilling out from a cluster of apartments at the far end of the field. But they were too far away to offer hope of help or safety. He had made sure of that. He had chosen this spot because it was perfect for murder.

The irony made Rajan pause, and as he did, his eyes fell on a rusted frame, the partial skeleton of a long-abandoned, industrialsized garbage bin. The smell of fear in his nostrils overpowered the rotten stench that came from it. He clambered inside and crouched down in a corner, his hands clapped over his mouth to silence his own gasps.

The others were dead. Daniel had been the first to fall, before any of them could even understand what had transpired. For his part, Rajan still did not understand.

Kailash had opened the bag to check the money when, out of nowhere, something warm had splashed across his face. A shape had gone flying through the air and landed at his feet, wriggling and squirming: Daniel’s arm, ripped off at the shoulder, the nerve endings at the tips of the fingers still unaware that the body they belonged to was no longer alive. Kailash had secured the bag with one arm while pulling out his gun with the other. He had let loose a few aimless shots in the manner of one who believed that a gun was the solution to all of life’s problems. As soon as the gunfire abated, the screaming had begun.

Rajan had not waited to see what became of Kailash, or to identify the nature of their enemy—the mangled limb at his feet had made it clear that their attacker, whoever it was, ought not to be messed with.

His breath now under control, Rajan set himself to listen for signs of pursuit. Silence sharpened his fear, turning it into a stabbing cramp in the pit of his stomach, as though some force were sucking him dry from within his body.

A rustle, and he started whimpering. Then a loud crash as the wall of the metal bin crumpled inwards, struck from the outside by a powerful force. Another strike and the bin toppled over, ejecting its contents onto the ground. A new stink rose as Rajan soiled himself. All restraint gone, he began wailing loudly, his despair so terrible that it drove all words—even memories of mother and god—out of his mind. He turned to hide his face against the ground as a lithe form stalked out from behind the bin. His hand fell on the bag he was carrying.

A faint hope fluttered through the thug. He staggered to his feet, holding out the bag. ‘Take it. Take it all. Take it, but leave me alive, please, take it, take it, leave me!’

Then, he saw his hunter. Panic turned into a calm madness that made him fall silent and stand still. He was dreaming. He was not dreaming. This could not be happening. It was. Nothing made sense any more. Not even death. This was worse.

Words, he realized, meant nothing to the hunter. Nor did the money. But was there something in his tone, his entreating, that made sense to the monster? It tilted its head to one side, evaluating him, his whimpers.

‘Please . . .?’ Rajan pleaded, one last time.

Its breath was hot. He felt it against his face as the thing sunk its teeth, its long, ivory-white teeth, into his neck. Its thick tongue smacked against his face as it sucked up the blood that began to flow. His blood. He began screaming, but no sound came from his mouth. His vocal cords were already severed. How was it that he was alive?

Even as the thought occurred to him, the creature rectified its apparent omission, biting off his skull like a petulant child pulling off a doll’s head.

Bone crunched against tooth as the creature rolled its toy around in its mouth. With a dissatisfied rumble, it spit the morsel out. The beast clawed once at the headless corpse, like a kitten asking to play, before giving up on the lifeless form. Then, licking its blood-soaked muzzle, it stalked away into the night.


To know how the story unfolds, grab your copy of Beast by Krishna Udayasankar!

Sophie Kinsella on her New Book, Writing, and More!

Fixie, the protagonist in Sophie Kinsella’s new standalone, I Owe You One, can’t help herself from fixing things…she just has to put things right. It’s how she got her nickname, after all. After saving a stranger’s laptop from certain disaster, he scribbles her an IOU, as a thank you. Soon the pair are caught up in a series of IOUs.

Here is an interview with Sophie, as we talk to her about her book, writing and more!


The Pigeon asks…

What research did you do for the book?

I got inspiration for Farr’s store from visiting a wonderful shop in Dorset called Harts of Stur. Of course it’s nothing like Farr’s as far as organisation goes – it’s an amazingly thriving shop. But because it’s family owned, it showed me the potential for a family shop as a setting.

 

How important is setting for your writing?

When I start to write a book, I know that whatever setting I choose is a world I will be spending a lot of time in – so it’s vital! For me, setting is often a way to enhance the plot. I love the irony in I Owe You One that the family shop is all about creating a harmonious, beautiful home – but the family running it is far from harmonious!

 

How much of your writing is built on personal experiences, be they yours or of those you know?

I often use ideas from real life but build on them. For example, when I was planning I Owe You One I was sitting in a coffee shop, thinking ‘How should my protagonists meet?’ when an American man asked me to mind his laptop and I thought ‘That’s how!’ But I couldn’t leave it there – I had to create a far more dramatic fictional scene. I like my characters to go through quite extreme journeys and those are all from my head!

 

Name the first book first that forever changed your outlook on life?

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy was the first book that made me really laugh out loud. I couldn’t believe that so much comedy could come out of one book and it was definitely inspirational.

 

Do you live where you write?

I write where I live. Though my desk is not in the main part of the house, because if it was I would never write a single word!

 

What is your favourite book of the year and where were you when you read it?

I loved The Overstory by Richard Powers. I read it at home, where I can see lots of trees, and I became mildly obsessed with the amazing qualities of trees.

 

What is your go-to comfort food?

Marmite on toast. Or a cocktail. Or both.

 

What is the best music to write to?

Loud energetic music. I have a mini playlist for each book as I’m writing it – often with the same song on a perpetual loop.

 

Describe your writing day.

I plan for ages. Weeks, or months. During that time, I walk, think, sit in coffee shops and scribble notes. Then, when I get on to the actual writing, I aim for 1,000 words a day. If you do that for enough days, you’ll end up with a book. At least, that’s the theory…

 

Name your Sunday afternoon film (just one).

The Sound of Music.

 

What is your aim as a writer? How does a book do that? 

I aim to entertain – to make people laugh and cry and whip over the pages. If the story is good, the plot works and the characters are relatable, I hope that will happen.

 

What is the worst job you’ve done? 

I’m not sure about the worst job – but I can think of some things I was really bad at. I worked as a journalist at Pensions World magazine and I was like my Shopaholic heroine Becky Bloomwood: I would sit at financial press conferences, nodding my head and scribbling notes but not really understanding a word.

 

How do you unwind? 

I like to exercise, play tennis, play the piano and dance.

 

What keeps you up at night? 

Box sets.


The irresistible new standalone from Sophie Kinsella is a story of love, empowerment and an IOU that changes everything . . .get your copy here!

In a Nursing Home in Cuttack, 2018 – an excerpt

Novoneel Chakraborty’s new novel – Half Torn Hearts – is a coming-of-age tale of three layered individuals coming in terms with their first loss, which bares the devil that we all possess but are scared of encountering and which eventually becomes the cause of our own ruins.

Here is an excerpt of the prologue of the book, titled In a Nursing Home in Cuttack, 2018


The nursing home was a small one. The patient’s disease was a serious one. She had acquired a rare skin disorder
when she had gone to help cyclone victims in one of the coastal villages of eastern Odisha. It was a village that couldn’t be located on any map of India. The patient had no family. Not any more. Except for the girl sitting beside her.

The girl sat stock-still at the same place from the time she admitted the patient to the nursing home, which was forty-eight hours ago. She murmured a prayer whenever she felt something calamitous was about to happen. Looking at the patient, the girl wondered why one failed to fathom the bond with someone until that person began slipping away. Did death sever the inner attachment to the near and dear as well? People who meant the world to us at one time, seemed like a distant memory at another. Our own reality changed its face, and a huge part of our life went into accepting that change.

The girl didn’t realize when tears began rolling down her cheeks. She brushed them away impatiently. Why couldn’t things just remain the way they were? she wondered. She swallowed a lump realizing the futility of the question. Not every relationship is about flowing together forever. Sometimes, one just takes a little bit of the other person, surrenders a little bit of oneself to the other person and then continues flowing independently, sensing those acquired bits within oneself and cherishing them always.

Soft, helpless moans broke into her musing and the girl quickly went over to the bed. She caressed her friend’s forehead. The moans grew a little louder.

‘Sister?’ the girl hollered. Nobody came. She walked out of the room and espied a nurse at the far end of the corridor. By the time they returned to the room, the whimpering had stopped. The nurse checked the pulse and then the heartbeat. And then shut the gawking eyes with her palm. The girl plonked down on the chair, knowing fully well what this meant. The nurse rushed out, saying, ‘Call the doctor. The patient in room number 9—Raisa Barua—is dead.’

The girl in the room looked at the body. She felt strangely light but broken.


To find out what happens next, grab a copy of Half Torn Hearts!

An Interview With Christopher Paolini

Christopher Paolini’s love of fantasy and the natural beauty that surrounds his home in Montana inspired him to begin writing the Inheritance Cycle at fifteen. He became a number one bestselling author at nineteen and spent the next decade immersed in the world of Alagaësia.

Here is an interview with him, where he talks about his new book, The Fork, The Witch and The Worm.


Q: Bring us back to Alagaësia. How did you create such a fantastical world? If you had to describe it in five words, what would they be? 

A: The world of Alagaësia came about as my attempt to pay tribute to all the wonderful fantasy novels that I loved growing up. That and trying to answer, as honestly as possible, all the questions that arose when I first imagined a young man finding a dragon egg. The five words I’d choose are: epic, personal, transformative, draconic, and numinous. Also curious, because—like Eragon himself—I am filled with an inexhaustible font of questions.

Q: How did the idea for The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm originate? What was your inspiration? Was there a particular event, circumstance, or something else that spurred it?

A: This was an unplanned book. A bit over two years ago, I saw a rather bad movie, and discussing the failings of the plot with my sister led to me write “The Worm of Kulkaras.” I was pleased with “Worm,” but by itself, it was too short to publish. It sat on my computer, alone and abandoned, until the summer of 2018. At that point, I got an urge to write a story about Murtagh. The inspiration came from a tweet I’d written to a fan who was curious about what Murtagh was up to. I made a rather offhand comment about him wielding a magic fork . . . and for whatever reason, the image wouldn’t leave my mind. Thus “A Fork in the Road” was born. I sent both that and “Worm” to my publisher. Meanwhile, my sister, Angela, proposed writing a vignette from the point of view of the character Angela the herbalist (whom I based on her). And hey, presto! Before I knew it, we had an actual book-sized object, which I must say, I’m quite proud of. The framing material for the three stories came from my own desire to see what sorts of problems Eragon has been dealing with since the end of the Inheritance Cycle.

Q: What kind of research went into writing The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm?

A: One of the benefits of writing about the world of Eragon—a world that I spent over a decade building—is that I don’t need to do much research. I already know how the magic works. The history of the different races. The likes, needs, and flaws of the main characters. Years and years of work have burned those things so deeply into my brain that I doubt I could ever forget them.

Q: What was the greatest challenge you faced in writing this book?

A: Finding a way to tie together three different stories (four, if one counts the framing material with Eragon) into a cohesive whole. It was a new experience for me, and I enjoyed it. Also, this was the first time my sister and I have officially collaborated on an Alagaësia-related project. It was a learning experience for both of us!

 Q: Do you relate to any of the characters in The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm? How and why?

A: All of my characters are a part of me, even the evil ones. Eragon, of course, is near and dear to my heart, but in this new book, I think I most empathize with the Urgal Ilgra and the challenges she faces. She has to confront the death of a parent and, in her own way, come to terms with it. Without going into spoilers, the emotional journey Ilgra experiences is something I relate to quite closely.

Q: Can you share your favorite scene from the book? Is it the scene that was the most fun for you to write, or is that different?

A: It’s hard to choose! Writing about Murtagh and a magic fork was delightful. The moment when Angela the herbalist opens a door that wasn’t there sent chills down my spine. (Good going, sis!) But for me, I’d say it’s when Ilgra finally confronts the great dragon Vêrmund the Grim and has to make a decision as to how she’s going to live the rest of her life (however long that might be).

Q: In addition to writing the story, you’ve also done the artwork inside the book. Can you tell us about the art and your process? 

A: All four pieces were done with pencil. I’m a big fan of the Staedtler Mars Lumograph series, specifically the 7B and 8B, which are a mixture of graphite and lampblack (allowing for wonderfully dark, non-reflective shadows). For each piece, I tried to think of an object and/or image that could sum up the core of the following story. I’m proud of them all, but my favorite is probably the Urgal horn I drew for “The Worm of Kulkaras.” Since I don’t have any Urgal horns lying around, I ended up sculpting a model from clay in order to give myself some useful reference material.

Q: Is there any particular theme that you continue to come back to in your writing? And is there anything other than format that is new or different about this book?

 A: In all my stories, I find myself returning to the idea of personal transformation (both physical and mental), as well as confrontation with those things we can’t change: life, death, mistakes, achievements, the cruel and unwavering arrow of time. A story that culminates with a character becoming in order to overcome adversity is a story I’ll always enjoy. As for The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm, it differs from the Inheritance Cycle in that its characters are older and the problems they are dealing with are of a different sort now (although they still involve dragons and magic and the occasional monster). My old obsessions are still on view, but at the same time, I’ve branched out into a few new areas that, I hope, readers will enjoy.

 Q: We know this is volume 1. . . . Is there anything you can tell us about what we can look forward to next? 

A: Heh. Right now I’m working hard on finishing up a massive sci-fi novel I’ve been focused on for a few years. After that, there are a whole host of stories I would like to write, including volume 2 of Tales from Alagaësia. In it, readers can expect some very new, very exciting stories, including—I hope—one about a dwarf detective and one about the fate of Oromis’s sword.

 Q: What was it like to go back to writing about the world of Alagaësia, considering it has been seven years since the release of the last book in the series?

A: I’d always imagined returning to Alagaësia with a full-sized novel. However, doing it this way made for a wonderful experience. Getting to dip into the heads of some of the characters from the Inheritance Cycle—as well as a few new ones—was a real treat for me. Writing about Eragon and Saphira after so many years was like returning home after a long journey.

Q: What is the appeal of writing fantasy/sci-fi books? Would you ever write a book in another genre?

 A: I certainly will write books in other genres! A good story is a good story, no matter what the setting or subject material. In fact, I’ve already tried my hand at short stories set in the real world: some drama, some horror, and some speculative fiction. Hopefully, they’ll get to see the light of day at some point.

Q: If you could spend a week in the world of any sci-fi movie, TV show, or book, what world would top your list?

A: That’s a difficult question since most sci-fi worlds aren’t that friendly to the ordinary person. Given that, I think I’d have to choose the world of Star Trek, since the Federation seems to do a decent job of protecting its citizens. (Plus, it would be fun to play around in the holodeck.)

Q: Let’s say that tomorrow Earth has to be evacuated. What are three things you’d make sure you didn’t leave without (aside from friends and family)?

A: My computer, loaded with as much information—including books and movies—as possible. A knife. A pen and paper (I know that’s two, but let’s count them as one). With those things, one could rebuild all of civilization.

 Q: Who has been the greatest influence in encouraging you to write and become a published author?

 A: Definitely my family. They’ve always been there for me with encouragement, editing, and general advice. Even now, they’re my first readers—and more than that, my friends.

 Q: Any words of wisdom or advice to aspiring writers?

A: Mainly, don’t give up! There are plenty of skilled writers who never get published because—for whatever reason—they don’t follow through on either the writing or the publishing side of things. Read, write, study the language you’re writing in, plot your stories out beforehand, find others to edit your work, write about the things you love the most, put words on the page every single day . . . and above all else, don’t give up! We all fail. Everyone makes mistakes. That’s the nature of reality. If you can accept that and say, “Yes, I’m going to write things that are not so good. I’m going to mess up. That’s okay. That’s part of the process,” then you have become unstoppable. It’s far too easy to get discouraged when you hit a stumbling block. So don’t get discouraged. Don’t feel as if you’re a bad person because something you wrote doesn’t work. Who cares? Even the best writers produce bad sentences/pages/chapters/books. It happens. But it doesn’t mean you’re bad.So take a deep breath, stand up tall, square your shoulders, and go forth and be awesome!


Rhymes and Riddles – An Excerpt from ‘The Fork, The Witch and The Worm’

It’s been a year since Eragon departed Alagaësia in search of the perfect home to train a new generation of Dragon Riders. Now he is struggling with an endless sea of tasks: constructing a vast dragonhold, wrangling with suppliers, guarding dragon eggs and dealing with belligerent Urgals and haughty elves. The Fork, The Witch and The Worm features three original stories set in Alagaësia, interspersed with scenes from Eragon’s own unfolding adventure.

Relish the incomparable imagination of Christopher Paolini in this thrilling new collection of stories based in the world of the Inheritance Cycle.

Here is an excerpt from the book:


Rhymes and Riddles

Eragon stared across his desk at Angela the herbalist, studying her.

She was sitting in the dark pinewood chair the elves had sung for him, still clad in her furs and travel cloak. Flakes of melted snow beaded the tips of the rabbit-hair trim, bright and shiny by the light of the lanterns.

On the floor next to the herbalist lay the werecat, Solembum, in his feline form, licking himself dry. His tongue rasped loudly against his shaggy coat.

Billows of snow swirled past the open windows of the eyrie, blocking the view. Some slipped in and dusted the sills, but for the most part, the wards Eragon had set kept out the snow and cold.

The storm had settled on Mount Arngor two days past, and it still showed no signs of letting up. Nor was it the first. Winter on the eastern plains had been far harsher than Eragon expected. Some-thing to do with the effects of the Beor Mountains on the weather, he suspected.
Angela and Solembum had arrived with the latest batch of traders: a group of bedraggled humans, travel-worn and half frozen to death.

Accompanying the herbalist had also been the dragon-marked child Elva—she who carried the curse of self-sacrifice Eragon had inadvertently laid upon her. A curse instead of a blessing, and every time he saw her, he still felt a sense of responsibility.

They’d left the girl on the lower levels, eating with the dwarves. She’d grown since Eragon had last seen her, and now she looked to be nearly ten, which was at least six years in advance of her actual age.

“Now then, where’s the clutch of bouncing baby dragons I was expecting?” said Angela. She pulled off her mittens and then folded her hands over her knee and matched his gaze. “Or have they still not hatched?”

Eragon resisted the urge to grimace. “No. The main part of the hold is far from finished— as you’ve seen—and stores are tight. To quote Glaedr, the eggs have already waited for a hundred years; they can wait one more winter.”

“Mmm, he might be right. Be careful of waiting too long, though, Argetlam. The future belongs to those who seize it. What about Saphira, then?”

“What about her?”

“Has she laid any eggs?”

Eragon shifted, uncomfortable. The truth was Saphira hadn’t, not yet, but he didn’t want to admit as much. The information felt too personal to share. “If you’re so interested, you should ask her yourself.”


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