Yesterday we got a Christmas card from the Rushdoony family, featuring a group photo of the whole family. And there in the back row was the little boy whose father used to read Bell Mountain to him. Yup, there he was with a beard and mustache, now a man.
Good grief! Has that much time gone by? And where did it go, who has it now? Can I get it back?
I wonder if the boy, now a man, still likes my books. It’s been my experience that the books you liked best as a child, you’ll still like as an adult. Maybe that’s just because I, at ten years old, had impeccable taste in literature. Or is it that I liked those books because they were just plain good?
I wonder if the boy, now a man, will someday read Bell Mountain to his children.
That was a nice surprise, five years ago, to get a Silver Medal in the Global E-Book Awards for The Cellar Beneath the Cellar, which is Book No. 2 of my Bell Mountain series.
Sorry, didn’t know what I ought to re-run today. For 15 minutes this morning, maybe a little more, our neighborhood was immersed in a noise such as would be made by the galaxy’s most powerful car horn with a dead body leaning on it. Couldn’t hear yourself think! It has only just stopped.
I love Kirk DouPonce’s cover for Cellar. You can’t tell me Ellayne isn’t real! How else could Kirk have painted her exact likeness?
Oh! Merry Christmas, everybody!
Jon Dykstra of Reformed Perspective Magazine did a fine job of welding several of my blog posts, and my answers to his questions, into an article about Christian fantasy.
After Lewis and Tolkien
I was especially gratified when he told me how his children loved Bell Mountain as he read it to them. They called it simply “Jack and Ellayne.” I think they were five or six years old at the time–way under the age of the target audience. But I’ve heard this a lot, over the years–mostly from adults.
Anyway, it’s an interesting article and I was very pleasantly surprised to find it available online.
If you’ve read much of my Bell Mountain series, you’ll know that Jandra is the toddler prophetess through whom God spoke to make Ryons a king. And you’ll know that, wherever she goes, she has a hissing toothed bird that follows her around.
Many readers wished to see that bird. The enclosed video was about the closest thing I could find to it. (And look at this! Mr. Genius has just erased the video accidentally, as he was trying to post it. Well, let me see if I can get it back… Got it!)
Feel free to completely ignore the evolution fairy tale that comes with the video.
Well, at least my book sales aren’t any worse than they were in 2013. I’m sure being my own advertiser is seriously holding them back.
It’s not that I’m afraid to go up against The Last Bachelorette Book of Days or I Am Too a Genious! by Barack “57 states” Obama. It’s just embarrassing, that’s all.
You need a place to hide, if you’re gonna see this.
This is the creature King Ryons and Cavall encountered on the plains in The Thunder King (No. 3 in the Bell Mountain series). No one had ever seen one before, and lived to tell about it. Ryons called it the Death Dog.
The video is from Tim Haines’ TV special, Walking With Prehistoric Beasts. He re-created the extinct Hyaenodon as a super-predator, and inspired this scene in my book.
For more information on all the books in the series, just go to the home page and click “Books.”
Sorry, but I’ve had it up to here with the nooze and I’d just as soon take a break from it this weekend. Give me an axolotl instead.
I mean, really! I’ve just spent time on a couple of different nooze sites and it’s all the same: impeachment, let’s abort all babies with Down’s Syndrome, let’s abort all “binary pronouns,” and let’s have a national food fight over “reparations”–punishing people for something that other people did 200 years ago. And on and on. What a dreary landscape!
I can’t get any axolotls, so this afternoon we’re going to pet our cats and watch what’s supposed to be a good BBC remake of Alfred Hitchcock’s black-and-white classic, The Lady Vanishes. Maybe Elizabeth Warren will vanish.
And I’m re-reading Bell Mountain. If you haven’t read it yet–well, what are you waiting for? I’ve also got a book of mermaid stories, which I think I’ll tackle next. Mermaids beat the nooze any day. Almost as good as axolotls!