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Category: Hollow

Posts about the Hollow fantasy series

  • Spurred on by a Dragon

    Spurred on by a Dragon

    The grey stones of Castle Silverhill glisten in the midday sun. I’m sitting at a small picnic table in the courtyard outside the kitchen waiting for Grimmon to bring me my lunch. A large umbrella I’d borrowed from a pub garden a few worlds ago, provides pleasant shade while I admire the scenery on the other side of the moat.

    Yesterday we arrived in a landscape like something out of a painting by Constable. In the distance, a patchwork of fields stretches to the horizon, but closer to us there are no signs of civilisation, apart from a muddy track winding past a stand of beech trees near the moat. The castle has a knack for emerging from the enchanted dimensions far enough away from towns and villages so as not to cause a fuss. And the way it blends itself into the countryside when it materialises makes it look like it’s been there for hundreds of years.

    I heave a sigh. It’s not a bad existence, on the whole. Although getting the Post Office to deliver my letters can be a little problematic. The only ones that arrive without fail are bills, usually printed in red and threatening to send bailiffs around. And, once a week, a pamphlet urging me to buy pizza from a takeout place that promises to deliver within twenty minutes. I’m tempted to try it to see how they’ll manage the inter-dimensional barriers, but the pictures of the pizzas, with their lurid colours and unidentifiable toppings, puts me off.

    My attention is grabbed by something moving in the sky.

    What I’d thought was a large bird, turns out to be a dragon. And it’s flying straight towards us.

    “Perhaps we should go inside,” says a voice at my elbow.

    Grimmon was standing next to me, a plate laden with sandwiches in his hands, staring at the dragon, his greenish brow creased in a frown. Maybe it’s a goblin thing, but even in his old-fashioned buckled shoes, he can move in eerie silence. It is quite unsettling, and he knows I don’t like it when he creeps up on me.

    I hide my annoyance by being flippant. “Oh, don’t be such a ninny. I’m sure it’s friendly.”

    At that moment, the dragon screeches like a hundred bagpipes in a mud-wrestling pit.

    Spurred on by a dragon, Grimmon holds a sandwich

    I jump up, snatch the plate from Grimmon, and hurry into the kitchen.

    Seconds later the courtyard is engulfed in fire. The picnic table, chairs and umbrella burst into flames.

    The dragon screams. A long and warbling wail, as though the creature is saying something.

    “Ah,” says Grimmon, who must have been on my heels when I ran inside. “It’s complaining you haven’t finished the next book in your Hollow series.”

    “I’ve been busy.”

    “Too busy to let everyone know there’s been a delay?” said Cook.

    She had probably been standing sideways when I ran into the kitchen, for I hadn’t seen her, but as she spoke she turned to face me. Her apron, sharp-featured face and black hair were dusted with flour, her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and her hands were caked with dough. She looks perfectly normal from the front, but due to a backfiring spell (which I may have cast, but I’m not sure she knows that), she is two-dimensional and vanishes when she’s sideways-on.

    “All right.” I sink into a chair. “It’s taking longer than it should… I know that. The trouble is, I’ve been too busy writing the next Daphne Mayne book. It’ll probably be a few months late. I’m doing my best.”

    Cook and Grimmon both snort at the same time.

    I pretend I didn’t notice. “May I eat my lunch now?”

  • Demons, Hollow Worlds and Suns

    Demons, Hollow Worlds and Suns

    I’m lying awake in bed, unable to get to sleep. It’s those graveyard hours, the wee hours after midnight when the veil between worlds grows thin. Sharp, blood-encrusted claws of demons are scratching at the window and a long, pale arm, bony fingers tipped with cracked, yellow nails, reaches out from under my bed.

    Cold sweat beads my brow. Why I didn’t pick an easier world to build than Hollow?

    A hollow world sounds great, right? It’s unusual, interesting and fits nicely with being a world nobody can ever leave.

    In my head, it’s almost complete. The inside surface, on which everyone lives, is a little bigger than Earth’s surface, and it has seas, continents, islands, mountains, plains and… well, you know, everything that will make a great backdrop to set my stories in: things like deserts, plains, jungles, forests, tundra, glaciers and all that icy stuff we have at the poles.
    All Hollow needs is a tiny sun located in the dead-centre of the hollow globe, and there you are: all the light and warmth a world needs.

    But by then, the demons have opened a window, and they’re in the room. One, slightly bigger than the others, says, “How will night happen in your hollow world? The sun would be hanging there in the centre shining all hours.”

    I think a bit and answer, “It could switch off at night. You know, like a light bulb.”

    “Then… it would be night all over the world at the same time?”

    “Yes.”

    The demon smiles in triumph. The other demons behind him chortle. They wink, and their glowing yellow eyes are like tiny suns switching on and off.

    “Ha! Your world would freeze every night.” He shakes his head, and his necklace of finger-bones rattles like a hundred death-knells. “And even though the sun switches on again the next morning, by the time your world thaws, it will be night again. Doomed to eternal ice.” A ball of smoke puffs from his mouth and fades into nothingness. “So much for your ideas.”

    “But… What if…?” My voice trails to a halt.

    He was right. Half the world needed to be day while the other half was night. But how?

    The pale arm reaching up from under the bed is groping over the covers towards me. I slap it and it stops moving. I get the feeling it’s watching me.

    “Ah!” I smack my fist into my palm. “Only half the sun will turn off at a time.”

    “Don’t be stupid.” The demon rolled his eyes. “You can’t turn off half a sun.”

    “Oh yes, I can. Technically, the sun won’t actually turn off. There’s a shield curved around half of it. The shield rotates slowly so that darkness – nighttime – moves around the world. One rotation every twenty-four hours. Half the world will be in light and warmth while the other half is in darkness.”

    I hold my breath while I watch the demon. His pupils narrow to slits, like a cat’s.

    Those pesky demons

    His lips peel back from his fangs. “I thought you wanted glaciers and frozen north and south poles. The sun will pour the same amount of heat across every inch of whichever part is in daylight.”

    “Well, obviously there’s magic,” I mumble. “Magic that sucks the heat out of some areas… Freezes them. That sort of thing.”

    “You poor fool.” The demon makes no effort to hide his glee. “Your readers aren’t going to trust you if you merely throw magic at every problem to solve it. Admit it. You’ve failed.”

    Pale under-the-bed-fingers wrap around my wrist. I yank away my arm.

    A random spark of inspiration from the cosmos pings into my brain.

    “The sun won’t be round. It will be rod-shaped… like one of those tubes from a fluorescent light, but shorter. The regions directly under the sun will get the full light and warmth of the sun. A person standing there looking at the sun will see it fully, but if they travel to the side, the further they go, the shorter the sun will appear to them, and the less light and heat they’ll experience. It’s like if you look at a baseball bat from the side, you see the whole thing, but if you hold it up with one of its ends towards you, all you see is a tiny part of it, a disc.”

    The demon looks flummoxed for a second, then his eyebrows lift.

    Before he can speak, I say, “Don’t ask about seasons. The rod-sun solves that problem too. If it tilts a few degrees one way, then the other way over the course of a year, it will bring different amounts of warmth to each hemisphere in turn. So when it’s winter in one hemisphere, it will be summer in the other!”diagram of Hollow and its sun

    I’ve finally got it. It’s my turn to gloat.

    The demon leans forward and seizes my throat. His claws sink into my skin. “Nobody will believe it, idiot!”

    I wake up with my head under my pillow. Blurry eyed, I reach for my laptop and begin to type.

  • Magic – Mundane or Mysterious?

    Magic – Mundane or Mysterious?

    When I’m writing stories in my Hollow series, I try to make some of the magic used in Hollow pretty much run of the mill as far as the locals are concerned.

    It’s kind of like we are today with electricity. We take it for granted that we can plug in a lamp, or a hairdryer, and it lights up or blows hot air (preferably not both). But three hundred years ago, your electrical appliance would have seemed like magic to anyone witnessing you blow-drying your curly locks. There would be a mob bearing pitchforks and flaming torches outside your house, coming to drag you off to the nearest bonfire before you’d even taken out your curlers.

    anti magic mob with torches and pitchforks

    Like electricity is to us, some magic is rather humdrum to the residents of Hollow. Not all of it, of course, because there’s some out of the ordinary magic there too. Nevertheless, they can make use of sympanometry without the slightest curiosity about how it works.

    Back in our own non-fiction world, we accept that there are things we don’t understand. For example, you don’t need to know how a microchip works in order to use a computer, or how an engine works when you’re driving to your local supermarket at breakneck speed, late at night, to buy a card for your mother whose birthday you’ve only just remembered.

    That’s how it is with sympanometry (the popular-in-Hollow branch of magic based on shapes).

    A case in point is Krislemeen, the prickly, easy-to-offend leader of a bunch of rebels, who has no need to understand the principles of sympathetic shapes in order for her to use sympanometry to execute anyone unlucky enough to have offended her.

    In the third book, A Taste of Steel, Drome rubs Krislemeen up the wrong way – as he does with almost everyone – and finds himself on the receiving end of the rebel leader’s ire.

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    I won’t give too much away, suffice to say, he’s only go himself to blame, which isn’t much of a comfort when he’s strapped atop a pile of explosives, waiting for the fun to begin.

    For Krislemeen, the magic she’s using to trigger the explosives is rather mediocre. Drome, on the other hand – especially at that point – doesn’t feel sympanometry is boring and commonplace at all.

    I’m sure you’d agree if you were in the same situation.

    Well, you would, wouldn’t you?

  • How Low Can You Go?

    How Low Can You Go?

    When I was planning Flight of the Gazebo, the first book in the Hollow series, I wondered how the villagers of Amblesby would react when their entire village was magically relocated to a strange hollow world. Surely everyone would pull together, join forces to overcome the terrible situation in which they found themselves? I pondered this point for a long time and came to the conclusion that most people would look out for one another, support those in need. But I couldn’t help thinking there would be a few individuals who’d try to take advantage, try to make a profit or grab power.

    Was I being cynical to think anyone would do that?

    The Hollow series is humorous, and therefore extreme behaviour is the order of the day, so I had no qualms creating a few self-serving characters who couldn’t give a damn about their fellow villagers. But even I was surprised when a few years later the coronavirus pandemic struck and I saw how low some people will stoop to make a quick buck.

    Take the case of Matt and Noah Colvin of Chattanooga, Tennessee for example. Seeking to cash in on the panic buying sweeping the world in the early days of the pandemic, they went on a road trip and bought 17,700 bottles of hand sanitiser. Then they tried to sell them on Amazon for up to $70 a bottle. Before long, Amazon closed their online shop, and the Tennessee attorney general, keen to stop this sort of behaviour, released a statement saying “This is a time where we have to focus on helping our neighbors, not profiting from them.”

    I’m sure though, that Jeremy Wainscott or Gerald Montgomery-Jones would admire the Colvin brothers. I’m sure others do too, but the backlash against the brothers’ behaviour shows there’s hope for us humans yet.

    Or is there?

    This is a topic I’ll continue to explore in future books of the Hollow series. Mwahahaha…

    How Low Can You Go?
  • How do you Measure Up?

    How do you Measure Up?

    One of those things we probably don’t think too hard about when we’re reading a fantasy book is what measurement systems are used in the world created by the author. There are exceptions, but many, if not most, high fantasies are set in worlds where the technology peaks at horses, carts and swords, so we’re more than happy for characters to talk about how many “leagues” they have travelled because it sounds like an authentic historical unit of measure. This is despite many of us (including me) not really knowing how long a league actually is.

    Okay, I’ve just googled it – in the English-speaking world, one league is three miles (4.83km), based on roughly how far a person could walk in an hour. But could be anything from 2.4 to 4.6 miles depending on which European country a fantasy book’s history is based on. And it seems almost all fantasy novels in the English language are set in worlds with European-like history. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong!

    Now, you’re probably thinking, “Kent, what are you waffling about?”

    Well, it occurred to me when I was preparing to write the Hollow series that the villagers of Amblesby would not only be thrown into an entirely new world, but also a bunch of new languages and measuring systems.

    As you know, if you’ve read the series, the people of the magically created world of Hollow come from many different places around the universe, so the way they communicate, dress and so on will be more colourful, varied and confusing to newcomers than if everyone at a Comic-Con gatecrashed a football match.

    Other authors have tackled the issue of different languages by either ignoring it and having everyone speak English, or having a magical (or scientific) way of translating in real time.

    Of the latter, probably the most well-known is Douglas Adams’ babel fish in his Hitchhiker’s Guide books.

    In the case of Hollow, the creators of the hollow world – the mysterious Progenitors – were naively optimistic and wanted everyone to get along. What better way than having all the different intelligent species they’d brought to Hollow being able to understand one another?

    But understanding doesn’t only apply to languages.

    If you found yourself in Hollow and asked a garflung how far it was to the nearest shop, it might point down a track and say, “Two aiklongs away, in that direction.”

    Without a way of automagically converting aiklongs to miles, you’d have no idea as you walked away from your three-eyed acquaintance whether you’d reach the shop in an hour, a day or a week.

    Naturally the progenitors wanted to avoid situations like that, so they provided mindlearns which are inserted into the heads of everyone in Hollow. Mindlearns do all that finicky translation and conversion stuff without you having to think about it. That is once you’ve got used to having what feels like a spoonful of lumpy porridge magically inserted into your skull.

    However, despite the progenitors’ good intentions, just being able to communicate with one another doesn’t mean everyone’s going to get along.

    Not too different from our own world, then.

    A Short Lesson in Mindlearn Node Recognition

    A mindlearn nodeIf you don’t already have a mindlearn inside your head, then approach one of the many nodes scattered around Hollow, and touch the trunk. One of the stubby branches will extend, smack you on the forehead, and instantly insert a mindlearn.

    You won’t feel a thing. Well, a little dizzy for a few seconds. But, apart from that, you’ll be fine. I promise.

    Best of all, you’ll be able to understand any language in Hollow.

    Come on, it’s worth it. Touch the node. Go on. Do it.

  • A Taste of Steel

    A Taste of Steel

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    What would you do if you let slip information that could start a war?

    What if the person you divulged said information to is a rebel queen with a thirst for blood?

    In a world where metal is rare, you probably wouldn’t make matters worse by revealing a map showing the location of the hoard of steel you just told her about.

    Steel she could turn into swords, spears, and axes. Steel that will destroy her foes with their pathetic hardened glass weapons and leather armour.

    Unfortunately, Drome isn’t the most gifted of people when it comes to discretion. Or thinking things through.

    The consequences hurl him down a path riddled with folk keen to boil him alive, stick pointy objects in his tender flesh or blow him into tiny pieces.

    With the real queen gunning for him too, Drome reluctantly embarks on a secret mission to fix the mess he started.

    The civilised world depends on him. All he has to do is end a savage war.

    With a princess and a sorcerer on his side, what could possibly go wrong?

    If you like Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, and Joe Abercrombie, you won’t be able to put down the compulsively addictive Hollow series.


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  • The Persistence of Poison

    The Persistence of Poison

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    Prequel to the Hollow series

    Can you trust a sorcerer who tries to kill you…

    …but shoves you both into a strange world of magic, greed, and conflict instead?

    Vester doesn’t have a great deal of choice. Far from home, the only way he’s going to stay alive is to bury the hatchet.

    At least for a while.

    But even with a sorcerer on his side, carving a niche for himself in the treacherous politics of the imperial city of Skarnelm isn’t easy. Especially when he makes enemies who’ll sink to the lowest depths of slyness and duplicity to stop him.

    The only way to survive is to sink even lower. To do the unthinkable.

    If you like Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, and Joe Abercrombie, you won’t be able to put down the addictive Hollow series.

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  • Dangerous Ideals

    Dangerous Ideals

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    It isn’t easy to survive in a weird hollow world, riddled with magic and stuffed with hostiles.

    Drome should know. In the days since he was kidnapped, he’s come close to death a little too often for comfort.

    Luckily, the common sense and skills of Nev, his fleshless fellow fugitive, have got him out of difficulty every time up til now.

    But there’s something bothering him about his feelings for Nev… And he can’t admit that to anyone, least of all himself.

    When he stalks off alone in a huff and walks wide-eyed into yet another sticky situation, he only has his own wits to rely on.

    Shackled to a wall and about to be put to death in the most horrible way imaginable, he’s beginning to wish he hadn’t alienated his only friend.

    Then there’s the warning he’s supposed to give to his fellow villagers. With him dead, they’ll be sitting ducks for the deathly force heading their way.

    Dammit! He needs a plan.

    And maybe a bit of help. But definitely not from a certain living skeleton with an attitude problem.

    “It would make a great action movie” – “A pure joy!”*

    If you like Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, and Joe Abercrombie, you won’t be able to put down the addictive Hollow series.


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    *Taken from reviews on the Amazon UK store

  • Flight of the Gazebo

    Flight of the Gazebo

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    It isn’t easy when you find yourself lost and alone in a strange place.

    It’s even trickier when that place is a different world, and you have no idea how you got there.

    Drome’s top priority isn’t to figure that out. It’s to avoid getting himself killed. But his talent for making enemies as he flees the villainous courtiers who took him hostage, really isn’t helping.

    He’s in an unfamiliar city, in a bizarre hollow world, and he only has one friend. Well, that’s if he can call a snarky living skeleton with a penchant for stealing royal jewels a friend.

    What with every palace guard and a crazed assassin after the pair, the odds are stacked against them.

    Running out of time, luck, and options, it’s touch-and-go whether they’ll make it to Drome’s village and warn them of the horror coming their way.

    And then there’s the wizard. If only Drome hadn’t angered him too…

    So, is Drome in trouble?

    Yup. He’s screwed.

    If you like Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, and Joe Abercrombie, you won’t be able to put down the addictive Hollow series.


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