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English Translation of the Inscrutable Ways of Fate
I am excited to share that I have begun translating my debut novel, The Inscrutable Ways of Fate, originally published as Nevyzpytatelné jsou cesty osudu.
The final version, expected to be around 90,000 words, is set to be completed by June 2024. This project is a labor of love, and I can’t wait to share it with more readers.
The final version, expected to be around 90,000 words, is set to be completed by June 2024. This project is a labor of love, and I can’t wait to share it with more readers.
A Fresh Start for the Inscrutable Ways of Fate
After discussing the translation of the Inscrutable Ways of Fate, Nevyzpytatelné jsou cesty osudu, with a professional editor from the UK, I’ve decided to follow her advice: I’m throwing the current translation into the trash bin and starting fresh.
Rather than simply translating the original, I am rewriting the book entirely in English. This new version will be more than a translation—it will be a completely reimagined work, with added content and deeper insights. You can look forward to exploring the childhoods of the main heroes and delving deeper into their minds and motivations.
This process is ambitious and time-consuming, so the book will not be ready before the end of 2025. However, I believe the result will be worth the wait. Thank you for your patience and support as I embark on this exciting new chapter!
Rather than simply translating the original, I am rewriting the book entirely in English. This new version will be more than a translation—it will be a completely reimagined work, with added content and deeper insights. You can look forward to exploring the childhoods of the main heroes and delving deeper into their minds and motivations.
This process is ambitious and time-consuming, so the book will not be ready before the end of 2025. However, I believe the result will be worth the wait. Thank you for your patience and support as I embark on this exciting new chapter!
From Czech to English: Meet Divine Tragicomedy
Hello, Goodreads readers! I’m thrilled to bring my work to you in English after self-publishing five books in Czech between 2019 and 2023. My name is Nathaniel Wonderful, and I write literary fiction laced with fantasy—not for the masses, but for those who savour rich language, morally grey characters, and stories that mirror the harshness of reality beneath a veil of symbolism.
Welcome to my world: Divine Tragicomedy, a series set in a mediaeval realm born from years of D&D-inspired gameplay, refined with logic, psychology, and a touch of satire.
The first volume, The Inscrutable Ways of Fate, spans nine years in the lives of four protagonists—ordinary souls shaped by their childhoods. There are no chosen heroes or magical artefacts here, just people whose small struggles ripple into history’s vast tapestry.
Think detailed descriptions, slow-burn storytelling, and a world where a young elf knows the whispers of the forest better than the wars of distant kings. It’s a tale of how environment forges us, rooted in a carefully crafted lore that unfolds gradually—not an avalanche of names, but a quiet, deliberate dance.
I’m currently rewriting The Inscrutable Ways of Fate in English, expanding the childhood of these characters to deepen their roots.
Here’s a taste:
The slight, bronzed girl ran like the wind towards the shanty town. Her raven hair billowed behind her, resembling the flames under the alchemists’ boiling flasks. Along the winding unpaved road to her family’s house, her feet danced between potholes with practiced grace.
Hell’s teeth! I gotta shift meself, or Mum’ll be givin’ me a lot of stick again! she prodded herself into running to hell for leather.
Once again, the capricious gods did not answer her childish prayers, letting the sombre morning blossom into a radiant day instead of granting her the solace of a tempest. It was a day ripe for picking herbs, now in fullest bloom as the spring was ready to pass the sceptre to summer.
The girl shuddered with disgust at the thought of gathering medicinal plants and roots, a tedious task requiring a level of patience she had yet to acquire. She paused, casting her gaze skyward in a futile plea. Her honey-coloured eyes encountered the boundless azure, and then she hung her head with a vanquished look.
Welcome to my world: Divine Tragicomedy, a series set in a mediaeval realm born from years of D&D-inspired gameplay, refined with logic, psychology, and a touch of satire.
The first volume, The Inscrutable Ways of Fate, spans nine years in the lives of four protagonists—ordinary souls shaped by their childhoods. There are no chosen heroes or magical artefacts here, just people whose small struggles ripple into history’s vast tapestry.
Think detailed descriptions, slow-burn storytelling, and a world where a young elf knows the whispers of the forest better than the wars of distant kings. It’s a tale of how environment forges us, rooted in a carefully crafted lore that unfolds gradually—not an avalanche of names, but a quiet, deliberate dance.
I’m currently rewriting The Inscrutable Ways of Fate in English, expanding the childhood of these characters to deepen their roots.
Here’s a taste:
The slight, bronzed girl ran like the wind towards the shanty town. Her raven hair billowed behind her, resembling the flames under the alchemists’ boiling flasks. Along the winding unpaved road to her family’s house, her feet danced between potholes with practiced grace.
Hell’s teeth! I gotta shift meself, or Mum’ll be givin’ me a lot of stick again! she prodded herself into running to hell for leather.
Once again, the capricious gods did not answer her childish prayers, letting the sombre morning blossom into a radiant day instead of granting her the solace of a tempest. It was a day ripe for picking herbs, now in fullest bloom as the spring was ready to pass the sceptre to summer.
The girl shuddered with disgust at the thought of gathering medicinal plants and roots, a tedious task requiring a level of patience she had yet to acquire. She paused, casting her gaze skyward in a futile plea. Her honey-coloured eyes encountered the boundless azure, and then she hung her head with a vanquished look.
