As promised! The thick wall they’d just vaulted was a difficult climb, but not insurmountable. Looking at it from this side wasn’t so rosy. Archer saw it was a mess of scorched and pock-marked brick. At the base, buttressed with thick footings, stark pieces of bone were strewn amongst the assorted debris. A cracked, jawless …
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Launch Window
Just as a quick heads-up for my fellow adventurers, I will be hopefully be releasing War Mages: Sharpshooter at the end of this week, to allow for those of you who want a hardcopy to place your orders with Amazon to get it in time for Christmas. Whether it’s a treat for yourself, or someone …
War Mages Monday (III)
I’m wondering if I should title these with the chapters the extracts come from. What do you think? Let me know in the comments! Anyway, here’s this week’s preview of the hellscape that is Sharpshooter. When the team left the arming room, they found the submarine had been lowered into position. Walking down the quay, …
Ferrymen (Chapter VI)
Atton pulled a silk slipper from a sucking hole in the mud. A broken branch, gouges in the soft bank and a small-span handprint left signs a blind man could read. Spots of the same blood confirmed it; only the hairs found with it told them it was a head wound. Solsza spoke up. ‘She …
Ferrymen (Chapter V)
Marwen was miserable. She stank, covered in grey-green mud. The berries she’d seen the birds nibbling were foul and the wad of roots she chewed were bitter cud. She wandered down the path, sharp stones vexing her bare feet, her dainty slippers long gone to the boggy riverbank, but she’d kept the long stick which …
Ferrymen (Chapter III)
When dawn struck the city, so did the Revilers. The main bridge across the river was guarded by a throng of rebels, celebrating the fall of the Imperium’s hold on Aluxan. Atton reflected that was premature, but it wasn’t his mission to rescue the poor souls being dangled over the thundering torrent below, nor prosecute …
Ferrymen (Chapter II)
They weren’t going to survive, she was certain. Marwen watched on in horror, as three temple guards were cleaved down by a brute with a single horn sprouting from his head, rusted bands of armour trussed about his scarred torso. A long, slavering tongue lolled from between filed teeth, to lick at sores sprouting from …
128 Days Later
The keen-eyed amongst you will spot that I can’t count, and am going for the cheap laugh. That’s about the state of my humour at the moment, since I’m running on empty. I’ve queried 25 agents with War Mages: Sharpshooter, but not a single one is interested. One of them, who will remain nameless, promised …
State of Play
I apologise to everyone awaiting the next batch of nonsense to spill from my lips and fingertips, but I’ve been very busy. The new project is coming along, but not as nicely as I’d hoped, at 16k and we’re hitting a few small hurdles that I’m managing to leap over as the plot moves forward. …
Something Old, Something New.
A new project has started, but it’s not quite my usual subject of sci-fi. It’s a crime-thriller of sorts, calling upon my experience of Government Executive Agencies, which is a hark back to my writing origins of hard men with stern faces (not angels or vampires with dirty faces!) – and I remembered that back …
Mightier Is The Pen 