About THUNDRHED!
Thundrhed is a vikingish barbarian who farms turkeys for a living. At around the age of thirty he decides to sell his land and travel, so he journeys to the big city to unload the last of his livestock.
Being a hayseed in the city for the first time, he inevitably goes on a bender. Tavern brawls follow, and a whorehouse, fights with a patchwork zombie and a leper, and a pivotal encounter with a mystical weirdo who tells him of a secret treasure hoard in which he will find the key to his destiny. Somehow, he lives through the night.
Post epic hangover, he makes his way to Soenso’s Rare Goods and Interesting Clutter Emporium to speak with Ōle, a purveyor of trinkets and exposition. From Ōle he learns the details of the treasure hidden beneath the Dragon Throne across the sea.
He hops on a ship, sails to the land of sinister foreigners, cobbles together a slipshod plan and smuggles himself into the Forbidden Temple. He sets out to interrupt a ritual sacrifice, defeat the guards, rescue the girl, fight off the monsters and discover the treasure chamber. Will he loot the treasure and leg it, two steps in front of the authorities and an angered magnucapra (or greater were-goat) and ride hell-for-leather to the port city, board a ship and escape, intact and wealthy? If so, fireworks and fanfare, drinks on Thundrhed.
A little too dry? The devil’s in the detail. Thundrhed is a story for a Sunday afternoon when you’d rather let someone else do the heavy lifting.
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Damon Wolfe is a figment of his own imagination. He writes stories for people to read because he thought that would be a good thing to do. He is the author of THUNDRHED!, but not the author of Tanglewood. That’s a different guy.
When not doing mundane things that you don’t care about, he divides his time between adventurous barbarians, pirates, dragons, monsters, space ships and existential crises, little of which he takes seriously. He has no presence on social media because he doesn’t want one, while casually detesting humanity’s addiction to mobile phones. Nor does he maintain a blog, website or agent, or carefully developed opinions about such things. You might as well address any letters to the man in the moon.
He blames much of this on listening to Billy Connolly albums and reading Fritz Lieber. He could have been a contender, he could have been Dostoevsky! But no, here’s Thundrhed!, all in capitals, with an exclamation point and it’s spelled wrong. It’s meant to be.
Do authors always refer to themselves in the third person when penning these little bios, or does someone else write them? Maybe he should have pursued traditional publishing.
Damon Wolfe’s next book will likely be a novella-length piece entitled PIRATE SCUM!, but that’s been on a back burner for twenty-five years, so don’t hold your breath.