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{Blog Tour} Fezariu’s Epiphany by David M. Brown: Interview & Excerpt


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Welcome everyone to Mother/Gamer/Writer for Fezariu’s Epiphany Blog Tour.  Today author David M. Brown stops by the blog for a wonderful in depth interview about his life as a writer, what it takes to build a rich fantasy setting,  and his novel Fezariu’s Epiphany (Elenchera Chronicles #1). Also David is sharing with us the entire prologue which I guarantee will suck you into the story!


So thanks for stopping by and we hope you enjoy…






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12-year-old Fezariu thought his mother died when he was little, but when his beloved stepfather dies the boy discovers she is alive and well – and working at the most famous brothel in all of Elenchera. When she cruelly rejects him it’s more than he can bear, and he runs away to join a band of ruthless soldiers for hire. The Merelax Mercenaries will fight for anyone who can pay them, no matter the justice of the cause.

Fezariu grows up among the soldiers and becomes one of them. He thinks his time with the mercenaries has hardened him. But a campaign in his old home town pushes him too far, and he discovers what really happened to his mother. Maybe there are some things money shouldn’t buy… and maybe it’s time Fezariu took his revenge.






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 1.    Welcome David to Mother/Gamer/Writer.  For those readers who are not familiar with you or your work can you briefly tell us a little bit about yourself?


Thank you, it’s great to be here.

I was born in Barnsley, a former mining town in South Yorkshire, England, and first began writing in 1999 when studying at college. I now live in Huddersfield, West Yorkshire, with my wife and muse, Donna, and our six cats – Kain, Razz, Buggles, Charlie, Bilbo and Frodo.

A combination of the RPG series Final Fantasy and Norse mythology inspired me to create my own fantasy world which became Elenchera. I spent a decade building this world, trying my hand at novels in between, but realising I wasn’t quite ready.

After ten years of world building I completed and published Fezariu’s Epiphany in May 2011, the first in a series of self-contained novels that make up the Elencheran Chronicles. Though technically a series the novels are independent of each other and there is no obligation for these to be read in any kind of order.



2.    What inspired you to write Fezariu’s Epiphany?


The ten years I spent building the world history for Elenchera proved very fruitful with ideas for short stories and novels. When I wrote the early history I was fascinated by a group known as the Merelax Mercenaries – Elenchera’s most revered hired hands. I couldn’t get them out of my mind but reading the history they never had a prominent role, they were always bit players in wars and struggles against rebellions.

I decided I wanted to write a novel that explored the Merelax Mercenaries but I didn’t want that to be the focal point of the novel. That’s where Fezariu came in. He tapped me on the shoulder one day while I was writing and told me he had a story for me, a tale that I wouldn’t believe could be real. I listened to what he had to say and it answered all my questions and resolved all my dilemmas and quandaries in one go. It’s a very personal and emotional story for Fezariu but the Merelax Mercenaries are there in the background, they have a purpose and the kind of prominence I always felt was missing when writing the world history.



3.    The book is set in the fantasy land of Elenchera. Can you describe your process for created a fantasy world?


Elenchera stated very simply with a world map, twenty-three individual lands and a geographical layout for each one. After that, I built the history of these lands simultaneously, shaping them as individual entities but also globally considering when lands inevitably discover each other, trade and go to war. I was indebted to my love of history when it came to world building but one book – Cassel’s World History – was pivotal to my work, providing a timeline of events in our own world history. It was important to understand the development of societies from pioneers discovering and settling suitable lands to the development of villages, towns, cities and their governments.
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Those early centuries were the hardest to write, giving identity to the peoples that inhabited each of the lands but once those aspects were in place the rest all fell into place. It can sound very daunting but if you build your own world you’ll need to know the history of every place and every race. My earliest novels didn’t work because Elenchera was still in its infancy as a world. By the time I wrote Fezariu’s Epiphany I had a more rounded and detailed overview of Elenchera’s history, I could dip into the historical period my novel was set and get a feel for the zeitgeist. That made for a much better novel in my opinion. I’m not here to bore readers with endless world history but I do want them to get a feel for a moment in Elenchera’s history, a little teaser of the world really, enough to keep them wanting to come back to find out more.



4.    Who was your favorite character to write? Who was the hardest?


You might expect me to pick Fezariu as my favourite but I always opt for his tolderian friend, Vintaro. This canine-headed mercenary has a big mouth, a love of drinking and wields a large axe in battle. He was great fun to write, his dialogue being mostly humorous and it lifts areas of the novel especially when things get serious. Vintaro isn’t just there for laughs and jokes though. He can be very solemn and heartfelt when he wants to be. For all his mirth he is fiercely loyal to his friends and deadly in battle.

I suppose Fezariu was the hardest character to write. This is very much his story and quite often we’re given an insight into his thought processes. Fezariu’s childhood is difficult and leaves some nasty emotional scars that continue to reverberate when he is a man. It was important to me that the reader connected with Fezariu and cared for him. If you don’t feel sympathy for his plight then the novel falls apart really so there was a lot of pressure with Fezariu. He isn’t the nicest character, he is withdrawn and a closed book, but there are reasons behind that distance from others. In the end, I was happy with how he turned out.




5.    If you could go back and change anything about your novel, would you? If so what would it be?


Good question. This may sound strange but I don’t think I would change a thing. Fezariu’s Epiphany is not a perfect novel, I don’t believe it’s possible to write a novel that good, but I’m happy with how the story came out. The feedback I’ve had has been generally favourable but those who have cited weaknesses have had as much of my attention as those that have rated the book well. This first book has been a learning curve for me and I’ve improved a lot as a writer for the feedback I have had.


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6.    Do you have any odd writing quirks, or writing pet peeves?


The writing environment in my home is akin to trying type out a bestseller while sitting in the middle of the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral. Sharing a house with one cat is never an easy thing but when you have six of them around you it’s even more difficult. One of our cats, Bilbo, is a Norwegian Forest and it is a pre-requisite of his that if he jumps on your lap everything must be dropped for the next hour or so while he uses you as a makeshift bed. As I use a laptop for my writing this poses something of a problem. Not even my favourite accompaniment of music through earphones hooked up to YouTube can block out the dirty half dozen.



7.    Are you currently working on any other stories?


I finished the first draft of my second novel, A World Apart, in February and am currently knee deep in editing the manuscript of 800+ pages. The novel is set many centuries after the events of Fezariu’s Epiphany and focuses on three childhood friends – Demetrius, Eleyna and Halcyon. In their teens they find themselves in a love triangle and though Demetrius and Eleyna love one another she ends up marrying Halcyon, causing Demetrius to leave town and head off to join the army. The three friends are reunited years later and find that many things have changed between them and that their perspectives are now very different, so much so that you could describe them as enemies.



8.    Finally, do you have any tips for aspiring authors?


First of all, start a blog and keep it running, even if it means posting a blog once a week. You can write about anything on blogs and they’re a great way to keep your writing fresh. If you’re bogged down with a novel or the unwelcome guest – writer’s block – is staying with you, turning to your blog is a great way to make sure you are producing some writing. I mostly review films and books on my blog but I enjoy having it to maintain.

I would also suggest getting yourself a good critic. I’ve found family is not the most helpful here so perhaps a work colleague or friend you trust to be honest with you. I am fortunate that my wife, Donna, is my ever loyal support here. She is a ruthless critic but that’s what a writer needs. Honesty is the best feedback you can get. It’s what improves us as writers. Donna left me in tears many a time when feeding back on Fezariu’s Epiphany but without her I don’t think the novel would have half as good.


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The unrelenting snow fell between the far-reaching deciduous branches of the vast forest, disguising an already barely discernible path that ran between the trees and into the heart of a steep valley. Amidst the persistent snowflakes and swirling breeze, a cruel game of cat and mouse was drawing to a close.

Feeling his breathing becoming heavy, Fezariu reached the crest of a slippery slope and immediately halted. He could feel his legs beginning to buckle beneath the weight of Tessera, who was drifting in and out of consciousness in his arms. Fezariu’s right hand, seeped in Tessera’s blood, maintained an uneasy grip on her trembling form, which was now playing out the final chorus of a young life.

“How did it come to this, Fezariu?” Tessera said, though her words were the faintest whisper soon lost in the jealous wind.

Fezariu could not muster a response. He continued along the path, his every step leading them further from the pursuing Himordians but deeper into the forest and closer to death. Fezariu grimaced at the sight of Tessera’s blood on the snow, a testament to her fading life and an unwanted trail for the Himordians to follow.

Just ahead, Fezariu could make out his troubled comrades, the Merelax Mercenaries. Each one had wandered willingly beyond the selflessness that had once made them equally feared and sought after throughout the world. Their attire, once of rich black silk with bejewelled sleeves, was ripped from the harsh terrain and punctured by wounds from the Himordians’ blades and arrows. Even the most basic armour that may have lessened the severity of these injuries was considered unbecoming of such accomplished warriors. This trademark had left the mercenaries unhindered since their inception but now their obvious mortality had never been better pronounced. Every mercenary now walked their own path with no concern or shred of guilt for the forsaken friends they had left behind. Steadfast loyalty, perseverance and endeavour were becoming unknown concepts to the last generation of Merelax Mercenaries.

A sudden lull in the snowfall allowed the overhanging moon to bask the valley in its nocturnal splendour. Fezariu’s gaze fell upon the crystalline glitter on the surface of the snow and he felt a slight ironic smile come to his numb lips as he absorbed this intricate beauty in the midst of countless fading lives. In his arms, Tessera awoke and now seemed oblivious to the mortal wound she had suffered in the battle the mercenaries had so decisively lost.

“Do you remember when we first trained with General Bayard, Fezariu?” Tessera asked, briefly closing her eyes, causing tears to run down her face, their trace briefly alleviating the bitter and enveloping cold.

“My erstwhile teacher with selective hearing,” Fezariu replied with a wry smile. “How could I forget?”

When Tessera failed to respond, Fezariu began to feel her edging closer to delirium. Her questions became frequent though she awaited no response or acknowledgement of any kind from Fezariu.

“Do you remember sitting on the wall overlooking Redemption with Vintaro and smoking Mizuansi?” Tessera asked, between painful coughs. “I can still see the luminous stars through the myriad of colours rising from the bowls of our pipes. The seemingly endless conflict throughout the streets was over and with it the rebellion. The city stood subdued and silent save for the foundations of the tallest buildings that still trembled in the aftermath of the devastation. Do you remember the torches that lit up the harbour at Strathmore? Our journey to Clarendon changed everything. We should never have gone there. It was never the same after that. Do you remember, Fezariu?”

Tessera coughed violently and gasped at the intense pain emanating from her wound. Fezariu could feel the few remaining fragments of life beginning to ebb from her veins, leaving him to lament his inability to do anything but allow the end to come.

In the returning snowfall, Fezariu perceived an obstacle to his path through the forest. It was a large lake, its surface frozen but the ice too thin to risk walking across. Fezariu turned as if to head back down the path but his legs would no longer carry him. He fell to his knees before slowly lowering Tessera onto the path. She was still breathing but now sporadically, while her eyes, filled with glistening tears, were permanently closed.

Fezariu gazed beyond the surface of the frozen lake and the heights of the forest to the starlit cosmos that had overlooked the crushing defeat the Himordians had inflicted on the Merelax Mercenaries. Fezariu found himself strangely content and at peace. There was nothing left to do but wait for death by the hands of the Himordians or by the severity of the falling snow.

As Tessera’s breathing continued to decline, Fezariu thought about his life: his birth in Larchfield, his later childhood on the sleazy streets of Clarendon and finally his blossoming career in the Merelax Mercenaries. Fezariu’s memories, so vivid in their poignancy and regret, played out smoothly in his mind and helped him to forget the frostbite that was now beginning to cripple his body.

Fezariu remembered his reason for becoming a mercenary in the first place, the same reason that had led him to this lonely place in the forest. It had all started in the White Oak, a squalid brothel in Clarendon, and Fezariu’s sad fate had been down to one woman, a prostitute named Wild Jessamine.

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About the Author:
David Brown could be considered a fantasy fanatic, especially since he has spent the last 10 years developing a 47,000-year history for his fictional world of Elenchera. When converting his obsession into literary form, David commits himself to a rigorous writing and editing process before his work can meet his approval. Combined with the critical eye of his wife and a BA Honors in History and English, David's dedication leads him to his goal of inspiring readers through heartfelt stories and characters.

Although David is inspired primarily by fantasy fiction, he also finds his muse in the form of anime, world cinema, history, and biographies. His own books, Fezariu's Epiphany and the in-progress A World Apart, combine aspects from worlds both old and new into compelling tales of a world not soon forgotten., David himself certainly does not lack a spirit of adventure; in fact, he left his job in 2007 in order to spend a month traveling. Second only to meeting and marrying his wife, David counts this as one of the most amazing experiences of his life.










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