I told you this would take a while, but my original reasoning was flawed. I suspected choosing would be difficult, and it wasn’t, the real difficulty was getting around to doing this post. Seriously the past few weeks have shot by and it gets to Wednesday and I realise I haven’t written this post, so […]Read more "Favoured Fives… Bruce Willis Movies"
Londonium seethes. The rich having long since fled, only those who have no means to escape remain, and they are everywhere. More numerable than the vermin beneath in the vaulted sewers, dressed in ragged imitations of finery, they mill the streets in vague discontent. Their silence, when Margo and company enter through the gates, is […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 32: Taken"
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, her impatience bites at it with hungry teeth. ‘Hurry,’ she says, barely out of breath despite the speed of her ascent, the […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 28: Darkness Falls"
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 and competition and then a little bit of fun about my story: Fox Spirit Books are delighted to announce that the long […]Read more "Tales of The Nun and Dragon: Casting Couch"
Two horses thunder over the lawn, their hoof beats like the deafening approach of an army at speed in the silence of early morning. Alexander closes his eyes, allows the sound to travel into his bones. He travels with it to the plains of Mosq, seeing the billowing dust cloud of a hundred thousand men […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like a River Episode 12: My Fair Lady"
Needles stitch the veils with threads of diseased ebony, crawling up and under the weft, the weave, a cramped darning of familiar colour. In the warm vortex of her core, where once struggled that tiny voice braying to be heard, there is now only blessed silence; it lends her the power to stretch out so […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like a River Episode 7: Stitch The Veils"
Sucked from the incoherent roar of the streets, the steamy interior of Randall’s is quiet as breath, enfolds Moe gently as arms. The musky scent of books is a balm to soothe the pounding of his heart, to ease the tension from his shoulders and back. Either side of his spine are the faint, smouldering […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like a River Episode 4: Little Lost Things"