Cover project: Was
This isn’t exactly a true “cover reveal”, as in I’m not doing it to announce an upcoming book (well, not so soon, at any rate). But I’ve had a lot of fun and excitement working on a cover project for the first part of my story “Was”, and of course I’m eager to share it.
Paris, February 1989. With the help of his deadly minion, the cunning Necromancer Louis Valdemar is well on his way to awake dark forces no human being should ever play with. Abiding by treaties held up for centuries, the Anima Mundi, an organisation of mages, sends a team of hunters to put an end to this madness, and prevent the French capital from being destroyed.
Bristol, May 2008. A-level student Louisa Keynes wakes up in a white hospital room, after a car crash that left her in a coma for ten months, only to find out that everything has changed, that her nights are now plagued by weird dreams, and that magic does exist. She has become a Technomancer, one of those mages who can bend Reality to their will using modern devices; and she’s decided to walk that path as far as she needs to in order to learn more about herself.
London, December 2009. Near the oily waters of the river Thames, sys-op Echoes and Blood Witch Ring investigate a series of gruesome murders whose victims had their souls devoured. At St Pancras railway station, Marek Van Cartier is about to wreak havoc, a sweet smile on his lips. Standing on the platform at Tottenham Court Road tube station, Lyle Karlowitz is staring at a heartless woman in a colourless world. From beyond a wall of thorns, the hand of death is about to curb the fates of thousands of people. And Louisa is riding the Northern Line, unknowingly rushing towards the encounter that will once again turn her life to shambles.
What was and what is shall now meet.

I’m considering working on two novel projects this year. Well, this is maybe not a good way of presenting it, but the idea I wanted to keep for the next NaNoWriMo, if I take part, I won’t be able to hold it off for very long, since I feel so much like giving it life as well. And truth be told, don’t we write for the sheer pleasure of the act, after all? I know it’s about doing it seriously if we really want to become published authors someday. However, in my eyes, our writing must also remain something interesting and enjoyable–a sort of a reward. Else, what would be the interest to want to become an author?
This week-end, I went back to sweet hometown and met with friends I hadn’t seen in a few years. Knowing who we are and what our common background is, there was no doubt that it would end with a tabletop RPG session, and no surprise here, it happened. One of my friends had in fact built his own little world, complete with maps and background history, which is the universe we played in. It reminded me of a comment left on this blog some time ago, about handing out my characters to players, placing them in specific situations, and seeing how it goes.