May 15

Launch bonus for SUMMERWODE!

A sneak peek …

…at a very special bonus for Friends of the Wode!

You can participate in the launch of Summerwode, the newest in the Books of the Wode.
#robinhood @dsppublications #wodebooks
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You can receive, as a thank you from me, a set of four limited edition Tarot cards especially designed by cover artist Shobana Appavu.

(And yes, the above is a snapshot of one of them. They are beautiful!)

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HERE’S ALL YOU HAVE TO DO:

~~  The first 15 people who purchase a new copy of Summerwode (ebook or trade paper) AND send me an email copy of their receipt (jen AT jtulloshennig DOT net) will receive the 4 limited-edition debut cards of the Wode Tarot, PLUS the added bonus that all four will be signed by the artist as well as yours- truly-the-author.

~~  The next 30 people who purchase a new copy of Summerwode (ebook or trade paper) AND send me an email copy of their receipt (jen AT jtulloshennig DOT net) will receive 4 limited edition debut cards of the Wode Tarot.

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I will notify you within the fortnight as to your gift and add you to my newsletter list for notification of future releases & special things. You send me a mailing address so your own set of cards can wing its way to you!
(And please be assured that I do not share any addresses, email or physical, of anyone who corresponds with me)

Tomorrow Summerwode launches!
THANK YOU for sharing my worlds with me!
*throws confetti*

October 17

It’s International Robin Hood Day…

And I was pondering how best to honour a Favoured Outlaw.  Some time ago I wrote Some Musings about a few of the reasons Robin Hood always lurks in the collective unconscious, and I could certainly ponder further upon that, but…

Well, it seemed that to list some creative retellings of Robin’s many faces would be a far more fitting tribute. I certainly cannot list them all — nor would I choose to, in some cases 😉 — but here are some of the prose examples that have, over the years, lain very close to my heart.

SherwoodSherwood-Godwin

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RobinATKing-GodwinRobin and The King
both by Parke Godwin

Top of my list now, but at first I was hesitant to read them. Not because of the quality of writing (duh, it’s Parke Godwin), but due to the unexpected time frame. Robin Hood circa 1066 ACE? But I was young and foolish. Because why not? and yes!–Godwin took the Saxon/Norman conflict and put it where it truly belonged, with an amazing surround and strong, well-rounded characterisations… which meant, of course, they break your heart in all the right places.

Last of the GreenwoodLotG-Whidby by Sharon Whitby
This one has all but disappeared, which is a shame. (Even the verrry dated cover that really doesn’t do the story justice is my old battered copy scanned in–couldn’t find it online.) I discovered Last of the Greenwood years ago whilst first researching the rest of the then-trilogy begun in Greenwode… and the dark mysticism in it was familiar, compelling… and reassuring, particularly to a young writer trying her own wierd new take on a warhorse of a legend.

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The Sheriff of Nottingham by Richard Kluger
Told from the titular P.o.V., this was a refreshing take.  An anti-hero, certainly, but not a shallow villain with no story of his own.

MythagoWood-Holdstock
Mythago Wood by Robert Holdstock
Robin is, in this book, a minor–and nicely ambiguous–character, but the Wood is the true wonder; a character in its own right, dark and magical and not-quite-friendly.

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In all these examples, the prose runs from brilliant to sublime. Beautiful and evocative writing.

Of course, I also must mention the ones that lie closest to my heart.
WodeLogoIf I didn’t care about my own characters, didn’t love and hate and suffer with them… believe in them… even more than I cherish these other examples? There would be little point to living, loving, and suffering with Robyn Hode and his covenant of the Shire Wode.

So to the spirit of Robin and his band, in all their many incarnations — I salute you!

#RobinHood #RobinHoodDay

August 30

Re-release!–The Legend Begins Again

In late October, the Legend begins again…RobynIcon

DSP Productions and J Tullos Hennig present the re-release of Greenwode, to be followed by the re-release of Shirewode, and–

In Autumn of 2015, the Robyn Hode legend continues with the release of WINTERWODE, the anticipated third book of The Wode!

Greenwode and Shirewode will be re-released with new material, and shall be temporarily off-market in preparation for the event.  The audio books will continue to be available through Audible.

November 6

A Wode Drabble: Rapt

I’ve been meaning to put up extra scenes, bits of bits and shorts from the Wode books. Well, after spending several weeks beneath the influence of Plague (or the nasty not-go-away head cold bronchitis version of it), many things I intended to do have not been done. Like writing.  Or putting new goodies on the website.  (Thinking with some cogency and breathing freely have been compromised, too. )  :/

Anyway, intentions were to have this little Offering on its own shiny new page on the site… which is coming.  But not waiting any longer, so here’s a teeny thing for those who have expressed interest.  (And if you sign up for the mailing list here on Musings, you’ll receive notice direct to your mailbox, as well as other planned extras.)

This first Extra is from Greenwode; it’s a true ‘drabble’ in that it is neither an incomplete or excerpted scene–and is meant to tell its own mini-tale in a precise 100 words, no more or less.  These sorts of exercises are immense fun for me, challenging by the very nature of such strict limitations.  This is the beginning of a small series of assorted extras, and I hope you enjoy these bits as much as I enjoy doing them.
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RAPT

Preen.  Ruffle.  Shudder.  Sharp profile lifting against motes of sun, then it dips, collects and stretches, sideswipes digits through ebon then across the tilt of clever-cruel jaw.  Head cocking sudden, eyes gleaming dark-bright: game spotted.  Then the crouch, the intensity of imagining the stoop, the quivering smoulder of tension: awaiting the loose.

Gamelyn is unassured whether his fascination centres upon the tiercel perched, trammelled wildfire upon his gloved fist–or the rangy, graceful melange of raptor and wolf treading beside him.

“Rob,”  he murmurs, and Rob, arrow on string, growls back,  “Shut t’bloody fuck up, Gamelyn; you’ll scare the game.”

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