Excerpt of a Work in Progress

This is an excerpt from a story I’m currently working on, unrelated to my previous fantasy work. It’s the first story I’ll have done which takes place in Buenos Aires, where I’ve been living since September. The setting is completely real, and I’ve tried to describe it as well as possible based on my perception of the place, a large cemetery in the Recoleta barrio of Buenos Aires. The story does not have a final name, so for now I will call it ‘Cristobal and the Cemetery’.

Cristobal and the Cemetery

In Buenos Aires, sleeping in an old broken tomb is safer than sleeping on the sidewalk. The dead never give grief to the homeless, but the same cannot be said of the living. This was a lesson Cristobal knew very well. He’d become homeless when he was twenty-five years old, in the economic crisis of 2001. He’d been on his way to a promising career as a tango instructor, a bold and handsome young man who loved the best wines and drew the loveliest women, until the crisis. Now, he spent his days walking through the busiest barrios, as barefoot as a mendicant, a dirty beggar. At night he slept in the cemetery in Recoleta.

Tonight was a hot summer night in January, and the moon was full overhead as Cristobal climbed the wall surrounding the cemetery. From the outside, the spires and statues on the mausoleums gave the impression that the necropolis was a city within the city, cut off from the land of the living by a great concrete wall. Cristobal was an unlawful immigrant into the land of the dead. There were no living souls around to hear him drop onto the tiled ground. As always, he crossed himself the moment he was inside.

Cristobal walked along the paths between the dead houses. He passed towering edifices covered in Masonic symbols, brick tombs crumbling from centuries of wind and rain, and the small modest structures whose doors were broken glass panes through which Cristobal could see the exposed wooden caskets inside. He used one of these small tombs as his bedroom, the tomb of a man called José de Oromi. When he reached the tomb, he carefully ducked through the broken door and stepped into the small space. He had several possessions here: a piece of cast-away rug to sleep on, some plastic bags, old Styrofoam cups, cracked plastic trays from restaurants. The casket of José de Oromi rested on a stone slab below a shelf which bore statues of Jesus and Mary. Cristobal smoothed out his piece of rug and sat down. From his coat he drew out a bottle of wine, bought at a kiosco for fifteen pesos. It was the cheapest alcohol Buenos Aires had to offer. Cristobal untwisted the metal lid. Then, leaning against the old wooden casket, he praised José de Oromi for his hospitality, and drank.


Limited Offer–.99 cent E-Book

I’m trying to get my name out, which is difficult for a new, first-time author. To do that, to get people knowing about my work and interested in it, what I really need is reviews. Amazon, Goodreads, and LibraryThing are all sites where people can leave reviews and ratings for Tales of Cynings Volume I.

In the interest of making it easier for people to do this, I am making Tales of Cynings Volume I available in e-book form for just ninety-nine cents from February 16 to February 29. The discounted e-book can be found here.


Cameron W. Kobes

First Book Published

Hello all:

As of January 28, 2016, my first book is published. Tales of Cynings Volume I is available in print here and here, and on Kindle it is available here.

This book is a collection of four connected fantasy novellas, set in the medieval country of Cynings. The book’s synopsis is as follows.

Cynings: a kingdom where knights battle and barbarians rage, where a king’s whim means the doom of the innocent, and where the most powerful enchantments lie in the most hidden places.
A young man’s tragic loss brings him on a journey of self-discovery with the most unlikely of guides: his scheming, wandering, spell-casting tomcat. A young woman’s fight for survival leads her to a position of both strength and danger, with a powerful and secretive ally whose most valued possession is his unspoken name. A simple family, put into grave danger by a mad king’s thwarted lust, takes refuge in a forest filled with power of unimaginable danger or unexpected salvation.
Drawing from a rich history of myth and folklore, these stories pit their heroes struggling against fate in a hunt for belonging, certainty, and survival.

Since this is my first book, I’m excited to see how far it can go.


Cameron W. Kobes