In the moments of panic and devastation after the coming of the Shadow, Vespesian has long, bitter minutes to reconsider his position. Standing in his camouflage constructed from crowds of fearful, tear-stricken commoners,… Read More
Rolf lies spread-eagled, a beautiful rag doll, on the cold floor of a vault with walls smooth and reflective as mirrors. Dried blood lines his nostrils, too dark against the ghastly white of… Read More
Even the quiet mind, even the most disciplined, hears voices of doubt, of fear, of uncertainty. Margo’s is neither. Black rain seeps into her skin, cold as icicles. It settles in that fine… Read More
Imalia drinks in the black rain, bathes in it, body and soul. Her twin daughters, no longer enraptured by the black rain from cloudless skies, have seen her face and cower beside her… Read More
Their footsteps on the stairs ringing like bells, Imalia and her daughters scale the inner staircase of the tower. Imalia’s veil whips behind her, a purple cloud. Her excitement fills the narrow space,… Read More
Bodies like machines stutter, turn, twist and, in falling, collapse to pieces under the hefted might of blades both steel and AM. But for the thud of attack to flesh and bone, the… Read More
The Paradoxicon lies in the grounds of Effingham Hall, somewhere out on the edge of SaxonBury EastMidlington, and is owned by the noble Partridge family. An old and esteemed branch of the Royal… Read More
Today I am delighted to have the magnificent Colin F.Barnes land on my blog again, promoting his debut novel, the cyberpunk techno-thriller ‘Artificial Evil – Book 1 of The Techxorcist’. Not only can… 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
