Mother of All Dragons Christmas Craft Show

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With the demise of C4, Kari-Ann Anderson’s Mother of All Dragons Christmas Craft Show looks like a great opportunity to get some nerdy gifts for people on your holiday list if you’re in or around Winnipeg. And I’ll be there selling books! I’ll also some art prints and short story greeting cards perfect for Christmas or New Year’s Eve.

From the organizer:

​Mother of All Dragons Christmas Crafts Show is a unique event forthe Holidays. It is a Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Steampunk and Pop Culture themed Craft Show right here in Winnipeg. This year there is 60 tables of crafters, vendors, artists and so much more!!! I do hope you will come out and join us for a fun filled Saturday. Please stop by again as we will be updating from now till the show. We will be showcasing all of our wonderful crafters, vendors and artists. Also check out the website https://mofdxmascraftshow.weebly.com

Hope to see you there, Saturday November 2nd from 11am- 3pm at the Winakwa Community Centre, 980 Winakwa Road! Admission is free.

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Tilda Art

A lot of cool things happened while I was prepping for conventions, getting sick and trying to finish Graveyard Mind edits in the late stages of 2017 and early 2018. Among those cool things: Kevin Madison did a phenomenal version of my Thunder Road character, Tilda, youngest of the Norns.

Love it! Thanks, Kev!

Where to Find Me at Central Canada Comic Con and a Fun Announcement!

So another Central Canada Comic Con has come to Winnipeg, and that means I want to have something new on my table.

But what is it?

IT’S BOOKS!

Fine, not really a surprise, but I’m excited.

Announcing Wolf and Wing: A Thunder Road Collection!

Return to the world of the Thunder Road trilogy in this first collection of tales from award-winning author, Chadwick Ginther. 

Two ravens are drawn into solving an unusual murder. A descendant of Loki faces threats from his estranged family. Dodging werewolf hunters brings a wolfish giant an even more implacable foe, and an unexpected ally. In Wolf and Wing, myth and monsters collide with modern-day Winnipeg once more, so gear up and get ready to hit the wilder side of Thunder Road before the road hits back.

Wolf and Wing contains the following stories: “Runt of the Litter,” “Murder Mystery,” and “On the Hunt.” “Runt of the Litter” originally appeared in OnSpec; “Murder Mystery” and “On the Hunt” are original to this collection. And of course, for you trickster fans out there, Wolf and Wing includes a new entry in Loki’s Guide to Norse Mythology.

I had a blast getting this collection ready for print. It also gave me a chance to work with two of my favourite freelancers! Samantha Beiko did the edits on the stories and the book’s interior layout and design while Clare C. Marshall did my cover layout design. I can’t recommend these two highly enough. If you want to make a book, talk to Sam or Clare.

Come and find me in Writer’s Row at Booth A241.

Music Monday: Acquainted With The Wind By Steve Earle

I’ve been listening to a lot of Steve Earle again. Steve Earle usually gets me thinking of my Thunder Road series as there’s a lot of Earle songs on my writing playlist. Maybe it’s because I’ve been writing a couple of new Thunder Road short stories, or because Kevin Madison has done a couple new pieces of Thunder Road art, but Ted’s been knocking at my creative door again lately. If I ever write another Thunder Road novel starring Ted Callan, dollars to doughnuts, this is my Chapter One title.

I’m the ramblin’ kind
No matter where I roll everybody stands aside
Lets me rumble down the road aint got a lot of friends
But I’m acquainted with the wind and we’re travelin’ along

Write on!

New Thunder Road Art!

Once again, my pal Kevin Madison has come through with a sweet piece of Thunder Road inspired art. This one was done as to celebrate what would have been Jack “King” Kirby’s 100th birthday (note the Kirby Krackle around Ted’s fist) and I love it.

This will pair nicely with the “Ted versus Minnesota” story I’m working on (working title. Most Ted related stories start off as Ted versus until I find the right song to pair with story).

Thanks, Kevin!

Write on!

Scatter The Foals To The Wind Excerpt

It’s launch time for Equus. Enjoy a teaser taste of my story!

Scatter the Foals to the Wind

My mom always said, “Michelle, never trust a short man. They’ve always got something to prove.”

Most of her advice hadn’t stuck, but that tidbit had; one reason most of the guys I’d dated had been the size of vikings. The latest was a bruiser of a redhead named Ted. More tattoos than a biker. Mouth like a sailor. Smoked like a chimney. Mom would’ve hated him, 6’4” or not.

We’d had a few dates. I’m sure he’d made the same plans for tonight I had.

He’d come over to my condo and made me dinner. We were having a toke on my balcony, the air was brisk, but warm for a Winnipeg November. He had one arm around me and the other pointed up at the stars, toward the constellation of Orion.

“So there was this giant, name of Veggbyggir,” he said. “And he had this horse, big strong bastard went by Svaðilfari. Could tow a fucking mountain.”

The story of the myth behind the stars had a practiced feel, as if this was something he said to all the girls. It was also wrong. The “horse” constellation he’d pointed to had been Taurus.

“Veggbyggir and Svaðilfari were tasked with building a wall around Asgard—that’s the home of the Norse gods—in only three seasons or they won Freyja—the most beautiful goddess in Odin’s court—and the sun and moon besides. And they’d almost done it. So Loki had to stop them.”

Practiced or not, wrong or not, it was working. I wanted to hear where his story went. “Wait? Isn’t Loki a bad guy?”

“You know Loki?” Ted’s eyes caught the starlight and he laughed.

“Not personally,” I said. “Who won?”

“Not the giant,” Ted said. “And not Loki.”

I took a deep toke, held the smoke in my lungs for a three count, and passed the joint back to Ted as I exhaled. “How’d Loki manage to stop them?”

“He turned into a mare and lured the stallion away.”

“Classic honey pot,” I said.

Ted laughed. “Right?”

“So why’d you say Loki lost? Sounds like he had the last laugh.”

Ted shrugged. “He came back pregnant with an eight-legged horse son.”

“Bummer,” I said. “Which constellation is Loki? Where’s he hiding?”

He stopped pointing at the stars to pull me close, and I figured he was going to kiss me, so I closed my eyes, leaned in, and over the balcony I went. As I tumbled ass over tits, his grin flashed; a crescent that glowed bright as the moon.

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