Now that Mercury Rests is basically done, I’ve been trying to figure out what to work on next. I’ve decided to finish a novel I started about a year ago called Disenchanted. Disenchanted is a tongue-in-cheek high fantasy epic that I’ve previously described as “The Lord of the Rings from the perspective of one of the Nazgûl.” A sample:

Whether death improved Boric overall is a matter of some debate, but there’s little question that it enhanced him professionally. In addition to his already impressive catalog of badassery, death granted him invulnerability, the importance of which can’t be overstated in Boric’s chosen profession. There were some negatives, of course, but even these could often be turned to his advantage: those who were not convinced to surrender by rumors of his combat prowess and invulnerability were often compelled to give in when they caught a whiff of his rotting-cabbage-mixed-with-rancid-bacon odor. Still, he couldn’t deny his relief when the flesh still doggedly clinging to his bones had finished their desiccation, leaving him smelling more like the attic of an old farmhouse and less like a pot of beef stew that has quietly gone bad in a forgotten corner of the farmhouse’s pantry.

I have about 7,000 words (about 45 pages) written, and I have a pretty good idea where the story is going, so hopefully I can send it to the publisher in the spring or so.