With the recent release of The Covenant, I thought it was time to plug my other books. To celebrate this release, and a refresh of my back catalogue, I have tried to streamline prices across all books, individually by each country. This should make me e-books at least (and some of the paperbacks) significantly cheaper …
Tag Archives: grimdark
Changing Track
Something a bit different from me today, just to prove I’m not a one-note wonder. I’ve just finished watching Mel Gibson in ‘The Fatman‘ (2020) and it’s incredibly dark, but I have to admit to liking it. Bear with me whilst I explain – I’m not a movie critic, but I wanted to share my …
Season’s Treatings
The festive season is usually reserved for the pursuit of cheer and happiness with good friends and family, but sometimes, when they drive you mad, you just want to escape into a different world. Well, I have several different flavours of escapism for you. Something warm with a dash of sharp: My first middle-grade book, …
Ferrymen (Chapter VII)
They slithered into position on a bluff overlooking the ruins below. Behind him, Atton could hear the gurgling as Caio and Solsza finished cutting the throats of the sentries. He still had Kaedros’ magnoculars, and lent them to Marwen. She struggled with the heavy optics, until he steadied them for her. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered. …
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 IV)
Marwen shivered, drenched. Even dry, her thin robes were no protection from the elements or the cold, congealed mud gluing her to the riverbank. Eyes wide, she fought to get onto hands and knees, the basic urge in her guts sudden and terrible, as her back arched and the painful retching began. Steam welled up …
Black Library Open Subs (II)
This is my submission (Ferrymen) to the Warhammer 40,000 Black Library Open Subs window for 2023, which was rejected. I did say I would drop it here, (I don’t think I have done so before) but life has been very busy and troublesome. The Publishers requirements/Application criteria were, at best, nebulous. I read between the …
Mightier Is The Pen 