The joys of a growing fictional world

Over the last six months I have been working on my novel Das Obsidiantor, which I wrote in German, my first language and just self-published over a Amazon. While I was in the final stages of finishing the novel, I parallelly wrote a short-story for a sword-and-sorcery anthology in English.

Das Obsidiantor is set in something akin to the middle to late bronze age of its word, the short story (the name of which I cannot mention at the moment because it has been submitted and stuff) is set in something akin to the iron age, i.e. a few thousand years later. Then I gave the setting of the short-story a little bit more thought and am actually writing a second short-story featuring the same sword-and-sorcery characters as the first one right now, and I thought:

Given the temporal gulf (Lovecraftian term inserted), there is no reason both set of characters, i.e. from the Das Obsidiantor and the short-story,  are living in the same world in their own time. So, this is the map found in Das Obsidiantor:

and the sword-and-sorcery short-stories are now set to the east of the lands above, and Vereste (port city just above the three islands on the eastern coast) is mentioned in the second story. It appears to me, the world is growing naturally, maybe my mind finds it comfortable to stay in one world for all of my none-steampunk fiction or whatever the reason is. In any case, the world is growing and I think that’s just great.


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