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Oct 22 2009

Dwarf heroes immortalised in art

Take a look at this link from Forjador’s blog/art site ‘Portraits of War’.

Here we have a group of stalwart and honourbound dwarf heroes straight from the anuls of the Black Library. Not only that, but there’s none other than Halgar Halfhand and Morek Stonehammer from my dwarf novels Oathbreaker and Honourkeeper!

I am extremely flattered to have been included in the cut (or leastways, two heroes from my novels) and I can’t wait to see this piece with some colour on it.

Top, top work from Forjador (aka Manuel Mesones) – thank you so much for doing it.

Just goes to show you can’t keep a good dwarf down… ;-)


Aug 4 2009

It’s all about the Dwarfs

No, not a blog post about various colourful carnival players, but rather a nice linky to an even longer version of the Honourkeeper review I posted about previously on Amazon.com.

Check out the rather excellent Red Rook Review blog for more…

Not only does it contain the full review (amongst others, incidentally – my good friend Steve Parker’s Gunheads is also reviewed on the site), but it also has some fascinating discourse of fantasy dwarf culture and literature. Impressive and interesting.

I have to say, my initial experience of the doughty dwarf race in fiction was probably The Hobbitby Tolkien, whose interpretation is most strongly echoed in the Warhammer World dwarfs which I’ve written about. I also have fond memories of the character of Flint in the Dragonlance Chronicles by Weiss and Hickman, though I’ve not read the books in a while, so they might have been a product of their time and best viewed through nostalgia-tinted glasses. One Dragonlance book devoted to the dwarfs of Krynn (the world in which Dragonlance is based) that I do recall with some fondness was Stormblade, which I believe had a dwarf civil war (between hill and mountain dwarfs, if memory serves) as its central conceit. I think I still have it somewhere – I shall have to dig it out.

Of course, Warhammer dwarfs followed for me. I think it was Combat Cards initially and then a packet of lead hammerers and longbeards (made by Marauder Miniatures back then) that got me hooked. Twenty years later, and here I am writing about the little blighters.

It’s interesting to note that dwarfs came from a very different place in traditional myth. Dwarfs were evil, greedy creatures, more akin to beasts than a civilised, honourable culture. I won’t embarrass myself by going further down this road as my knowledge is kind of restricted to the fantasy material I’ve read. But check out the blog site I mention above for more thorough and less off-the-cuff research – fascinating stuff.


Aug 4 2009

Nice review of Honourkeeper

It’s a been a while since it was released, and with all the current hoo-har about Salamander, I was very gratified to read a really nice review of Honourkeeper on Amazon:

5.0 out of 5 stars Nick Kyme’s post-Tolkien dwarfs, 28 Jul 2009

“Nick Kyme, Gav Thorpe, and to a certain extent Nathan Long have created from a post-Tolkien model a pre-Tolkienesque dwarf. Through the combination of the Gothic background of Warhammer and its underlying mythos, a dwarf-type has arisen that I believe is close to the early renditions of dwarfs found in the English, Norse, and Germanic fairy-tales. I began to notice this trend in Nick Kyme’s “Oathbreaker” and Gav Thorpe’s “Grudge Bearer.” However, my theory didn’t gel until I read Gav Thorpe’s “Malekith.” In that novel, he brought the dwarfs to life through a sustained tour-de-force of what Tolkien would call subcreation. This realized dwarf world appears again to great effect in Nathan Long’s novel, “Orcslayer.”

However, Kyme’s “Honourkeeper” is the near masterpiece because he situates his novel in a completely dwarf world. Yes, there are elves and men but the book focuses on and is unified through his disciplined use of a multiple point of view from the major dwarf characters…”

Well written and very kindly put. For the full review go to Amazon.co.uk right here.

Rest assured dwarf fans, I have not abandoned my roots, as it were, and will definitely be returning to the sons of Grungni in the semi-distant future.


Jun 1 2009

The soundtrack to your novel

I mentioned a few days back about the fact that I tend to write my novels and short stories to a soundtrack. It’s the one or so albums that I listen to over and over whilst I’m writing to help inspire me and provoke a mood.

For Salamander and ‘Fires of War’ it was The Dark Knight, a really superlative score full of power and menace. I also threw in a little Batman Begins for the sake of being comprehensive. Both albums are courtesy of a Hans Zimmer/James Newton Howard collaboration and some of the composers’ best work in my humble opinion.

In Batman Begins ‘Vespertilio’ (which actually refers to a genus of bats in the Vespertilionidae family) opens proceedings superbly with verve and drama, and I totally love this track. Both ‘Artibeusand ‘Tadarida’ (also both a genus of bats, the former within the Stenodermatinaeare subfamily and the latter having eight separate species spread throughout the world) are harrowing, but of all the tracks ‘Molossus’ (another genus – see the pattern? – but also he son of Neoptolemus and Andromache) is my favourite. It has such power and dynamism – it is great to write an action sequence too and really gets the creative juices racing, especially when I’m already in the flow. I actually find myself looking forward to that track in the listing and revelling in its drama and pace when it comes around.

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The Dark Knight has a slightly different flavour, although it is the work of the same excellent composers. For me, there’s an immediacy and a sense of dark bombast to the proceedings here. It’s edgy and hugely dramatic, possessed of euphoric highs and desperate lows. ‘Why So Serious?’ is very much the Joker’s theme in the movie, a rush of anarchic, poised violins, suggesting imminent violence and a calm before the storm. The ‘Batman theme’ plays under most of the tracks in this score with its tonality firmly established in ‘I’m Not A Hero’, which also possesses an undercurrent of threat but also a sense of resolve in the face of chaos and moral disintegration. Much like ‘Molossus’ in Batman Begins, ‘Introduce A Little Anarchy’ has pace and drama in abundance, full with heroic violins, pseudo-police sirens and a wonderful heart-racing, invigorating flavour that dips and peaks, and dips and peaks. There are a host of great tracks on this album and to analyse them all with any measure of doing them justice would take pages, but suffice it to say that this is probably my favourite of The Dark Knight tracks.

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For earlier novels from the Warhammer fantasy genre, I was inspired aurally by fantasy or historical movie soundtracks. Gladiator (again composed by the excellent Hans Zimmer with Lisa Gerrard) is a favourite that I listen to a lot, even if it has been co-opted at various gaming conventions and events to the point of overkill – I try to shut my areas so it doesn’t become passe and only listen to it if I feel the need when I’m writing. Obviously ‘The Battle’ stands out in this score for all its power and urgency, but I’m also a huge fan of ‘The Might of Rome’, a track of great grandeur, hope and civility, but my favourite is ‘Barbarian Horde’, which has elements of ‘The Battle’ and really builds to a relentless, heart-pounding crescendo – stirring stuff, indeed.

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During Oathbreaker, my first dwarf novel and the first novel I wrote after a long break since my debut, Back from the Dead, I listened to two OSTs: The 13th Warrior and Pathfinder – Legend of the Ghost Warrior. Unsurprisingly, both albums – by Jerry Goldsmith and Jonathan Elias, respectively – deal with a strong Nordic theme that I felt was entirely in keeping with the dwarf mindset and cultural inspiration. Dour choirs mix with rampant and bombastic drums and trumpets. They’re both very strong scores and I remember them guiding me through the underground caverns of Karak Varn and across the grassy plains near to Black Water. Courageous and redoubtable, the tracks on both scores seemed to emulate the dwarf spirit and I revisited them both during the writing of Honourkeeper, too. If I ever write another dwarf tale (likely, I hope), I’ll be digging these scores out again. There was a mystery and slight sense of otherworldliness about them, too, that seemed to fit with the undiscovered country of a dwarf hold, long abandoned and given in to ruin.

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Of the other soundtracks in my collection (I’ve got a few, to be fair), I listen to Howard Shore’s wonderful The Lord of the Rings trilogy. Who, that has listened to it, could possibly forget ‘The Bridge of Khazad Dum’, from The Fellowship of the Ring, for its bombastic opening and desperate, danger-filled flavour. I find it rousing and terrifying at the same time. The Last Samurai is another of my favourites, (Zimmer again; man, that guy is good) with some wonderfully stirring battle music that is, in part, oddly wistful, even supernatural. Special mention must go to Band of Brothers, a score composed by Michael Kamen from the superb mini-series by HBO. This score, for me, has a lot of drama and action, but also heart and a rousing core of defiance that seems to echo the plight and resolve of the men depicted in the series’ ten, unforgettable episodes.

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As a last little nod to my works, Assault on Black Reach: The Novel was written to the striking tones of both The Dark Knight and Iron Man by Ramin Djawadi. There’s a wonderful blend of strong music and machine tones to a lot of tracks on this score, which I really connected with whilst writing about the Ultramarines, though if I ever revisit this Chapter I might go down the 300 route with its echoes of the classical world.

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So, onto the next novel then. Truth be told, it’s actually an Empire army book called Grimblades about a band of halberdiers from Reikland who get caught up in a desperate war, set about eighty years from the present day and the reign of Karl Franz. Honestly, I’ve not pegged a soundtrack for this yet , so I’d better get to thinking about it. Maybe I’ll shop around and see if I can find something new? Though I might see how Gladiator and Band of Brothers inspire. There’s the right emotional blend of pulse-pounding drama and camaraderie there…

One I forget to mention, and bringing me neatly back onto the Salamanders, was ‘Hell Night’, the short for Legends of the Space Marines. In a break in form, I actually listened to a Thunderstorm track for the entire project. Just rain and thunder, the imagined cracks of lightning – it proved to be an excellent choice. Certainly, it was atmospheric and wholly appropriate given that the entire story takes place of the monsoon world of Vaporis, where it is always raining.

I said I was bringing the matter back to the Salamanders and the next novel (maybe the next two), Firedrake, will have the OST for 300 ringing in my ears (by Tyler Bates, who also did the excellent Watchmen). I purchased this on a whim from iTunes and totally loved it. During my extremely fruitful sojourn to Waterstones, it really inspired me, a curious blend of the antiquated and the modern, which sort of sums up Zack Snyder’s vision for the movie. ‘Returns a King’ is so dramatic with its deep-voiced choirs and sense of impending majesty and event. ‘Message for a Queen’ is wonderfully understated and moving, but full of hope and promise for the future. The haunting vocals give me goosebumps everytime, a warbling lament that takes your heartstrings and breaks them. I think this soundtrack will be a very good fit for both books, it has tragedy and drama; there is fire and passion; hope and honour; a sense of lost days and uncertain futures. It’s the emotional inspiration I will draw upon and try to tap into for the novels.

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Well, I hope that was interesting and perhaps offered an insight into my musical tastes if nothing else. I know a lot of authors can only write in total silence, and sometimes I need that too, but more often than not I had music to stir my emotions…


Apr 4 2009

Honourkeeper extract

In celebration of Honourkeeper’s release, I wanted to share an extract from one of my favourite scenes in the novel. Enjoy!


Death… Death was everywhere. It was the reek on the breeze. It was the screaming in his ears. It was the hot red haze in his eyes. Death was redolent, it permeated everything, soaked every pore. Death revelled with the savage ecstasy that filled Haggar’s thumping heart as he killed.

The elf knights were pinned and had lost the advantage of the charge, but they were still fearsome foes. Well-armoured, high up on their steeds, they would be no pushovers. Even still, Haggar dragged one from his saddle by the boot and applied the death blow with his axe. One of the beasts rammed its muscled flank into him, but it obviously hadn’t reckoned on dwarf tenacity and Haggar pushed back with his armoured shoulder making the steed rear up, unhorsing its rider. Skengi, fighting just ahead of the thane, was quick to dispatch the fallen elf with a blow from his hammer.

It was hard fighting. Probably the hardest that Haggar had ever fought. The elves were skilled, disciplined and phenomenally fast. Dragon knights jabbed down with swords and lances in a crimson blur, piercing dwarf armour with their accurate blade thrusts. Steeds kicked and trampled. It could go either way. Though the dwarfs fought for all they were worth, the arrival of the spearmen and limb-reaping sword masters had dented their resolve pushing them to the edge. Haggar could feel the warriors hanging on the brink of retreat. Only the banner of Karak Ungor, the shame of fleeing from it and allowing it to be taken by the enemy, held them… at least for now.

‘I’ll be damned if I see you put us to flight,’ Haggar snarled under his breath at the nearest elf in his eye-line.

With some satisfaction, he watched as the dragon knight was brought down. Another figure loomed out of the battle haze behind him, cutting at either flank with his shimmering, gore-slicked blade. Carving a path through a band of clan warriors, he found the dwarf he was looking for. The noble, he who had led the charge of the dragon knights with such ferocity and skill, levelled his long sword at Haggar. A ruby of blood peeled along the edge and fell ominously onto the ground in front of him.

The dwarf thane bellowed a challenge, thumping his chestplate and then brandishing the banner of Karak Ungor meaningfully.

‘Try and take it you pointy-eared swine,’ he cursed, ‘I dare you.’

Haggar recognised the warrior. A black mane issued from beneath his stylised dragon helm. He even maintained the cocky swagger in the way he approached the dwarf on his steed. This was the raven-haired blade-master, the elf called Lethralmir.

A shrieking war cry tore from the noble’s lips, sounding tinny through his helmet. Lethralmir stirred his barded horse and charged. Though it was only a short distance through the melee, Lethralmir’s first blow struck with all the force of an avalanche. At least that’s how it felt to Haggar, as he was battered, barely able to turn the blade aside from his neck.

The smallest of gaps had developed in the bloody struggle for the centre. It was through this that the elf noble brought his steed around for a second pass. Though he couldn’t see the elf’s face hidden by the snarling visage of his dragon helm, Haggar was sure he would be smiling.

Bastard, he thought working the tension out of his axe-arm where Lethralmir had managed to strike him on the pauldron, step down off that bloody horse and we’ll see what’s what.

Three short strides and Lethralmir was upon him again, angling his blade in a vicious downward thrust intended to find the gap between the dwarf’s gorget and battle helm. But Haggar was equal to it. He fended off the elf’s attack, turning the sword with the flat blade of his rune axe. The impact jarred Lethralmir’s arm, forcing the elf to take a tighter reign on his steed. As he pulled up, Haggar was able to stay on his feet and whirled his axe around, raking it down the beast’s barded flank as it sped past. Armour chinks cascaded like red rain and the dwarf was rewarded with a whinny of pain from the elven horse. Haggar looked down at the freshly reddened edge to his axe blade and smiled.

Lethralmir’s steed staggered and nearly fell. The ragged wound in its side was making its barding and armoured rider an intolerable burden. Even so, the elf hauled on its reigns to bring it around. Despite loud protests, the steed obeyed. Blood was running freely down its flank now, the enforced exertions tearing its wound ever wider. Suddenly its forelegs bunched beneath it, fetlocks collapsing under the weight it could no longer bear, and Lethralmir was dumped onto the ground in front of it.

The elf blade-master rose swiftly, in spite of his heavy armour, dispatching a pair of clan warriors that came at him out of the melee axes swinging. Two expert blows, the first whilst he was still on one knee striking the groin and the second rising to his full right, preceded by a deft pirouette that make the dwarf’s axe strike seem slow and clumsy, followed by a brutal arcing slash that took the warrior’s helmeted head from his shoulders.

Haggar blanched when he saw it – the elf’s long sword had sheared straight through the decapitated dwarf’s chainmail coif.

‘You’ll find me a sterner test,’ he promised, growling beneath his breath as the elf stalked towards him.