We are excited to announce the debut of David Wiley’s novella, his first solo manuscript, which is on schedule for release this coming Friday, April 28. We are so excited in fact, we will be celebrating with a release party on Facebook April 28-29. Come join in the fun and win some great books to add to your collection!
The purpose of this post today is to dangle some teasers about David and his story in front of you. Let’s begin, shall we?
Title: A Merchant in Oria
Genre: High Fantasy
Release Date: April 28, 2017
Firion is a young merchant descended from generations of merchants. His first big break comes along when he sets out to trade with the wealthy dwarven kingdom of Oria. He has always dreamed of visiting this grand kingdom, having heard his father describe it in detail a hundred times while he was younger. But when Firion arrives in Oria, he is jarred by the details present that contradict with the image etched into his mind. Something dark and sinister seems to be afoot in Oria, but Firion knows he is no hero. He is just a simple merchant, and what can an ordinary person do in the face of danger and deception?
My name is David Wiley and I love to read and write. Growing up I always could be found with my nose in a book, graduating from Dr. Seuss to Goosebumps
and then into the broad realms of Science Fiction and Fantasy. As the years have progressed I have gained a love, in particular, for the works of Tolkien and for Medieval literature such as Beowulf
. Books will undoubtedly remain a piece of who I am until the day I die.Writing, on the other hand, has an on-again, off-again relationship with me. I go through streaks of intensive writing and thoroughly enjoy those times. I go through equally-intensive stretches where I struggle to string together a few paragraphs because my interest gets pulled in other directions. But, like Tolkien, I am a sub-creator at heart and love to tell stories and imagine characters and worlds and my hope remains that, one day, something I write will capture the imagination of a reader and transport them to a world they have fallen in love with.
You can find me/follow me at the following locations:
Check out my website/blog.
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And check out my author page on Amazon, where you can find ways to purchase my writing.
Q: If you could meet any one person, who would it be and why?
DW: If that person could be anyone throughout history, I would love to meet J.R.R. Tolkien because he has been my biggest influence and inspiration as a writer and as a scholar. Not only would it be fun to meet the man who created Middle-Earth and helped shape the genre of fantasy as we know it, but it would also be fun to sit down and discuss the Anglo-Saxons and Beowulf
and other great works from the Medieval time period. If I had to choose one person who is currently living, that is a bit harder. I think that I would have to choose Brandon Sanderson, just to find out how he manages to write out so many great books in such a short span of time.
Q: Why writing? What drove you to pursue it as more than a closed hobby?
DW: I am a storyteller at heart. A lifetime of vivid imagination, immersion in fantasy worlds, and playing of Role-Playing games all fueled this passion within me. While I struggle at times to fit my style into more conventional standards, I still enjoy letting my imagination run wild and hope that any readers come to appreciate that in my writing. And really, the reason why I pursue it is with the hope that some reader, somewhere, if able to enjoy being transported to different worlds and experiences that they might never get to have in their mundane lives.
Q: You get stuck on a deserted island, what do you take with you? You can pick three things.
Clothing, the TARDIS, and the 10th Doctor. I won’t be stranded on that island for long, but rather would be heading on adventures through all of time and space. Probably starting with a visit to J.R.R. Tolkien!
Q: Where do you get the ideas for your writing from?
DW: There is a small wardrobe in my imagination that I must walk through backwards while reciting an incantation in Old English. That transports me to a large cavern where a golden dragon sits atop a horde of story ideas. I sneak into there, careful not to wake the dragon, and snag an idea and then sprint back to the portal that will return me back to my own world. Satisfactory answer? 🙂
Honestly, I’ve always had an imagination for the whimsical and fantastic, probably because I grew up reading books, watching fantasy movies, and playing RPGs.
Q: How do you relax?
DW: My wife and I play a lot of board games. Not the ones you grew up with like Scrabble, Monopoly, or any of those. But epic games like War of the Ring (based on the Lord of the Rings books), Agricola, Small World, and many others. It has become my favorite hobby, perhaps something I have started to enjoy even more than reading because it gives me interaction with my wife and, as he gets older, my son. We’re that strange couple who rarely watches television because we’d rather play games together.
Enjoy this excerpt:
The door opened and a stout dwarf stood in the door frame. Thick black hair hung below his shoulders and his beard dangled over his belly. Muscles bulged beneath a beige cloth tunic and calloused hands clenched into meaty fists. Firion stammered slightly, squirming under the intense glare of the dwarf.
“Um, excuse me sir—” Firion said. Before he could continue, the dwarf slammed a fist into his jaw and sent him toppling backwards onto the soot-covered ground. Tiny clouds of grey-black mist swirled with the bursts of wind created upon his impact and he fought back the urge to sneeze.
“I’m not a sir,” the dwarf said, spitting on him before she slammed the door shut.
Firion laid on his back in a cloud of soot, rubbing his jaw to ease the pain. He had always assumed the rumors of dwarven women looking like men were false, but his aching jaw provided compelling evidence that it had, in fact, been a woman he had upset. He wondered how long it took to get used to the idea of kissing a woman with a full beard. Muttering a curse, he pulled himself to his feet, dusting the soot off his clothes and skin as best as he could. There was no choice but to continue farther down the road…
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