Solomon takes the pub with him when he leaves. The walls fading around him like smoke. The arrogant lurch of Nelbottom’s spire popping back into existence, sudden as a teenager’s erection. The persistent… Read More
The sound of guns in the distance is like the ruffian cadence of heavy rain on a tin roof. Black smoke trails in funereal banners through the clouds as, somewhere out there beyond… Read More
The lovely Goth Queen Anne Michaud tagged me on this puppy, and I’m only too happy to oblige as, the brain being as it is in edit mode it appears to have lost… Read More
The enemy gathers off shore, blocking out the light with the looming ease of a thunderhead. They range the whole horizon, sea and sky. Fleets of Ghoric pirate ships, the great sweeping breadth… Read More
Londinium’s face is broad and multi-faceted. Hewn from pale yellow stone, gleaming white marbles, and the grey hulk of granites, it is noble and degenerate, a harlot, a king, a priest, a charlatan.… Read More
To celebrate the release this past Monday of the fabulous Tales of the Nun and Dragon by Fox Spirit Press (which I have a story in) I bring you the official press release… Read More
Before them, the veils cradling that ill-wrought tumour of a world grow thin at last. Behind them, it stalks closer, stealthy and chill as ice crawling across stone, that unknown force, questing through… Read More
These old men Eyes ancient as mountain-sides I watched them Race down hills Through parks and alleys In streetcars With no desires left But for the easy wicked breeze Blowing all that grey… Read More
‘There’s nothing so savage as time, dear Anabelle,’ Imalia purrs, running a slender finger around the curve of Anabelle’s cheekbone, digging her nail in to draw a line of blood. Tiny droplets spill,… Read More
‘The clock ticks ever closer,’ Saleth warns, sweeping the ground with a willow brush, her eyes fleeting a glance at the rising moon before turning a worried gaze upon the cat. The cat… Read More
