Guest Post: James J. Crofoot author of The Journeys of a Different Necromancer

I’m a fan of short stories, but I feel the world of literature has changed a lot since the days when Faulkner could spin a griping tale, sometimes stretching over several decades, in just a couple thousand words. Now, more people want the seven to eleven or greater volume collections of Martin and Goodkind. So I’m pleased to feature James J. Crofoot, who has published not just a short story, but a collection of related short stories into a two-volume series. The first volume is available now.

IMG_0775James J Crofoot Has been telling stories since he learned to talk. It took some years before he could put them on paper and later, on screen.

Playing sailor for a time in the U.S. Navy, he saw the bottoms of a couple oceans through water so clear and blue you would swear you could reach out and touch the sea beds. In the skies at night he saw the milky way as a strip of white across the sky and realized how easy it would be to fall in love with the being at sea.

He’s climbed and stood on the top of a mountain or two, in the Rockies and Appalachians, and gazed in wonder at the sight stretching before him.

In my travelling he even managed to obtain a couple degrees, in business and electronics.

Through it all though, his first love has always been writing. Placing words upon paper and screen.  He has so many stories to tell, I really hope you’ll join me. If you like what you read, leave him a reply, and maybe join him on facebook.

The Journeys of a Different Necromancer 333x500The Journeys of a Different Necromancer started as a single short story. Then more just grew as the ideas took a life of their own. As a collection of short stories, it was pitched to the publisher of MuseItUp Publishing Company and the decision was made to collect them all into two book series. The first of which is now available. Check out this excerpt;

“I was with Xavier,” Thomas replied. With head bowed, he stared at his stew, sensing he would not be allowed to eat.

“Who?” His mother’s voice, her angry voice, the high-pitched voice.

Thomas looked up at his father to see a pipe halfway to a gaping mouth. “Xavier, you know, he lives in the tower. He wants to teach me to read and write, he wants me to be his apprentice.”

His mother sat down hard and stared at him.

“He’s got lots of books, scores of them. He showed me a book with lots of animals in it.”

His da sat back in his chair, silent. His mum folded her hands in her lap, also silent.

“Think of it,” Thomas continued excitedly. “Think of the things I could do if I could read. I could go and work for the prince in Targon, I could see the whole kingdom.”

“Go to bed, Thomas,” da said.

The boy gazed down at his untouched food. It smelled good and looked even better, but his father had spoken. Thomas got up and climbed the ladder to his loft. Deep into the night, even after his parents stopped their whispered arguing, he lay in bed thinking of the map Xavier had shown him of the kingdom. He would find a way. He would be…what word had Xavier used? Necromancer. He would be a necromancer and he would see the whole kingdom.

* * * *

In the morning, Thomas awoke to the smell of porridge. Having had no dinner the night before, he hurried down the ladder. There he found his da already eating. His mum ladled his share into a bowl and then got some for herself.

“We’ve decided you may learn to read and write. None of that dark stuff, though. You hear? No digging up of graves,” his da said. “We want more for your life, Thomas. Now then, what does this friend of yours want in return? We can’t afford to pay anything. I supposed he mentioned a price.”

Thomas looked at his mum as she sat down. She folded her hands in her lap and remained quiet.

“He said it would cost nothing. He just wants someone to teach. Xavier said he’s getting old and just wants someone to pass on some of ‘is…” Thomas paused trying to remember the word. “…knowledge.”

Da wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Then we’ll give it a try. Only til ‘arvest, though. You’ll be needed in the fields then. Anything after that and we’ll see.”

A month and a half, Thomas thought excitedly. I have a month and a half!

“No good will come of this,” his mum remarked. “Mark my words, that man never did any good for anyone.”

Thomas finished his breakfast in a gulp, and got up to run from the house. He stopped just outside the door to pick up his favorite stick and heard, his da say, “I want better for him, Sonya. This life is no life for my son. He’s smarter than this.”

* * * *

A month passed and Thomas studied. He studied geography; the world turned out to be a lot bigger than he imagined. He learned arithmetic, how to count to a thousand. Then moved on to reading and writing, eight to nine hours a day, he went through the books and scrolls. On the second and third floors of the tower stood skeletons of various animals, there he learned science, anatomy and biology.

The forth floor, however, Xavier said he needed to learn a good deal more before being ready for that.

“The villagers are shunning me,” he said to Xavier one day after learning the word. “They whisper about me whenever I pass. Even my friends. Yesterday, I waved to them and started walking, to tell them what I was learning, and they turned their backs and ran away.

Xavier looked up from the book he held. “People, for the most part, are very small minded. They shun what they do not understand or things that are different.”

“Was that the way it was with you when you first started studying to be a necromancer?”

“People always thought me to be a little different. Look, Thomas, you will see more, you will do more, than they can imagine in their empty heads. You will learn to create life from death.”

Thomas thought about these words for some time. He wanted to do more than just plant and harvest. He wanted to travel this world, especially the sea to the west, to see more than just this tiny village to small for a name. He decided he liked being different. He was already learning more that they ever would. Did not that make him better?

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