Why Should I Read Historical Fiction?

Why do readers read historical fantasy? Should you read it? What exactly would you get out of it? Like fantasy, it has to do with the interest of the setting itself, how that setting affects the characters, and the enjoyment of learning about a new culture through a meaningful story. The difference between Historical Fiction and Fantasy is that, unlike fantasy, that culture actually existed, so you are possibly learning and connecting with a real aspect of human history.

David Stewart is the author of Japanese Historical Fiction book Muramasa: Blood Drinker, which takes place in the late Muromachi period of Feudal Japan, otherwise known as the Sengoku, or warring states period.

Reading Fantasy – What books should you start with?

So, are you looking to get into fantasy, or at least do a little exploration of this massive genre? In the video below, I go over some books that I think are a great place to start. I tried to curate the list to include titles that are diverse in terms of setting and style, so if one doesn’t appeal to you another might, and I did my best to talk about titles that are accessible for a wide audience and don’t require you to already have a large amount of experience in the genre to understand. This list, for…

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Why You Should Read Fantasy

In the video below I go over the main reasons that you should read fantasy if you are not doing so already. Fantasy delivers unique settings that are of interest on their own, something not usually present in “realist” fiction. This setting also creates unique characters with perspectives on the human experience that can be profoundly different from what you experience outside of the genre, and this in turn creates plots and stories that are highly original. Don’t be afraid of the big fantasy tomes, because worlds await… If you want to see where I take fantasy you can read…

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Katana: The Ultimate Sword?

Most people in the west have heard stories of the incredible cutting power and durability of the Katana, a symbol of Japan through two of its feudal periods. Some people can even tell about how their grandfather in World War II had the barrel of his rifle cut in half by a Japanese soldier with a Katana. Movies, anime, and video games put the sword front and center as something more than a melee weapon – it is simultaneously a warrior totem and the apex of swords. In many ways it is the image of the samurai, before all else.…

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Break and new content for March 2017

In case you noticed, there was no Walk at Dusk update for today. That work will be going ahead for a release this year, although later than I originally anticipated due to a host of setbacks in my work schedule that have prevented me from having the time to do the editing and re-writes necessary to finish the project. I will resume posting samples and updates in the near future, but don’t expect a full release here on DVS Press like I have done in the past. I also wanted to take a week or two off from those posts…

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A Walk at Dusk, “The Search for the Unclean,” part 6

“What do you think father?” Dark Pine said when all was finished. White owl turned to David. “What are these men like that you met?” “Well, like I said, one was an Indian…” White Owl put up a hand to silence him. “What were they like? What air did you sense about them.” “How did you feel around them is what my father means,” Dark Pine said. David thought for a moment. “I wasn’t really afraid, except of them finding out, I suppose. They didn’t seem like terrible men, just men of the loose morals that comes from traveling and…

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A Walk at Dusk, “The Search for the Unclean,” part 5

David stared into the fire. “I dreamt about her. So did my brother. He dreamt about her for a long time, I think. I didn’t think it was real until I talked to Michael – that’s my older brother.” “A guardian’s name,” White Owl said. David laughed aloud. White Owl looked at him. “I didn’t mean to make a joke.” David shrugged. “If you knew Michael, I think you’d laugh to.” “I would hope so,” White Owl said, and smiled. “So you dreamt about her? Anything more? What were the dreams like?” “Scary, but…” David stared into the fire again.…

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A Walk at Dusk, “The Search for the Unclean,” part 4

David’s head darted back to the road to see the silhouette of a man waving beside a bridled horse. David took a deep breath (careful to keep a hand on his musket) and waved back. “What are you doing camping out here, stranger?” David said. The man took staggered breaths as he walked forward. “Is this your land?” David looked out the woods. Bugs and birds chattered in the overgrowth. “The Piney Woods are nobody’s land.” “Then nobody will mind me setting up camp.” The man’s voice was deep and very matter of fact, almost monotone. “I wouldn’t camp here…

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A Walk at Dusk, The Search for the Unclean, part 3

Ezra met his eyes and nodded, then moved through the open door. Eli watched her go a minute, then fixed eyes of blue stone on David. “I expect you to keep your distance from now on,” he said, drying his hands without taking his eyes off of David. “Sir?” “I know you fancy my Daughter. You had best be fancying somebody else.” “What?” David said, then stammered, “Why?” “Your moral character fails to meet my standards, of course.” David swallowed hard and felt a stiff pain in his head. “Sir, I’ve never acted toward your daughter with anything but good…

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A Walk at Dusk, The Search for the Unclean, part 2

Blood began to mix with the dust to smart his eyes and he had to slow his pace as the brush thickened. Soon both his sleeves were bloody from wiping at his eyes. The ache in his head became far more present than in the moments after crawling free of the tunnel, but despite this he smiled as he saw clear blue sky emerge overhead once again. He reached the main road and pushed his horse into a gallop for long stretch, then let the beast slow to its own pace as other parts of his body began to ache.…

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