Dave Rowlands
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Author and Creator of Anno Zombus, but don't let that worry you; I write more than just zombie stories.
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How My Life Changed Over 2020/21
Allow me to preface this by stating that this is my own experience over the last couple of disastrous years, and I know full well that others have had it far, far worse, even losing their livelihoods or dying over the time period that I'm exploring.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Families
The Wheel of Time Turns
The fantasy genre has exploded in the wake of the release of the Lord of the Rings trilogy in cinemas, compounded by Game of Thrones, even if most are less than enthused about the way that particular show ended. There are an awful lot of fantasy worlds out there, all lovingly crafted by their creators. The world of the Sword of Truth series, Midkemia of the Riftwar Saga, Shannara, Middle Earth, Earthsea, Roshar and the rest of the Cosmere. The worlds of Athas, Krynn, Eberron, Toril and the like from various roleplaying systems such as Dungeons & Dragons. So many worlds, all with their own rules and creatures and magic systems and characters and factions. But we aren’t going to discuss any of these, instead we will focus on the world of Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series. Given the fact that the first season of the Wheel of Time series is due to be released in November of this year, and the fact that it is my personal favourite story, I feel that the timing is right for this.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Journal
Freedom!
I love my job because it gives me the freedom to do what I want, when I want to do it. I am an author. However, I publish independently. This has several distinct advantages, as well as a few disadvantages. The only person to hassle me about my deadlines is myself, the only ones that I have to answer to at all in fact are my two most fluffy and excellent feline mistresses, and they're happy with some food and a scritch behind the ears most days.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Journal
Baby's Lead
Baby drew nearer the frozen pond. She poked it with a finger, bending low to do so. Laura watched on with an amused expression, Postie and the guards ignored the two of them as they hooded and hitched the Dead. They’d made it to their next stop, a small town that had not seen much traffic even pre-apocalypse. They were welcomed warmly enough by the locals, Barbra supposed, as they flooded out to usher them inside their walls.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Fiction
A Cure For Boredom
The jewel pulsed, sending glowing ripples of an eerie green hue out into the world. Imperceptible to normal eyesight, only visible to he who set the enchantment; the necromancer smiled to himself slightly. The end would come for the town soon enough, the villagers would be torn limb from limb by the undead.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunter
Looking through the scope of his high-powered rifle, he moved not a muscle. His prey, one of the larger beasts he had witnessed since finding himself alone in this strange new land, was covered in a coarse, brown fur. The thing stood upon hind legs, waving four other limbs about, seemingly conducting an invisible (and silent) orchestra. He knew that it hadn’t seen him, it couldn’t possibly have; his training as a sniper had been extensive. He knew how to appear as a stone, or a branch of a tree, blending into whatever terrain he found himself.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Fiction
Baby's New Friend
They arrived as the sun was descending past the horizon, the last few moments of sunlight left stretching their shadows out into infinity. Baby grinned at her friend Laura, riding next to her atop the cart filled with deliveries and other mail. It was the first year that presented the greatest difficulties, though and now some sense of normality had returned to the world. That was what the older people kept telling her, anyway, though Barbra felt that nothing was normal about the time before she was born.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Fiction
Baby's Journey Begins
The wallpaper was hideous. Ancient, peeling in multiple locations, Baby could only just make out the repeated imagery, a small yellow flower. A marigold, perhaps? She didn't know much about flowers; they weren't really a thing anymore. The extended Winter, though largely over, had lasted more than long enough to put an end to a large portion of the Earth’s flora.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Horror
Why I Write
I've said often enough that if I didn't write, my brain would explode from the words backing up inside of it. Obviously, this is not true in a literal sense, though the characters and situations writing around behind my eyes would argue. They feel cramped somehow, some of the time. If I didn't write some of their stories out it could indeed result in serious complications... if nothing else, I would have a horde of people inside my mind clamouring for attention and for me to tell their stories.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Motivation
All They Do...
Swimming in the salty ocean waters, Sally felt confident that nobody could see. Darkness blanketed the world; all she could see was were the waves near her and the faintest lights on the shore that gave the only indication that there was a world left. It was easy to imagine that there was nothing, only the inky blackness beneath and the star-speckled night sky above.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Fiction
Baby's First Day
The box sat atop the counter, wrapped in brown paper packaging, daring somebody to reveal its contents. Baby eyed it critically, wondering who had sent it and why. It had been addressed to her, Barbra, arriving on her first day on the job. She'd moved to the safety of the Rainbow City, as Adelaide was becoming known; the wall surrounding the Queen’s lands had been constructed from abandoned cars and was thus a patchwork of colours. This new job as Sheriff's Deputy was primarily because of her artistic talents, partially because she knew her way around various weapons, and partly because Barbra's father had once, very briefly, served as Sheriff to the Queen. And partly because Baby's best friend, Laura, daughter of the Queen, had gotten her one of the easiest jobs in town.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Horror
