VE Day

Just a couple of quick notes from me today to let you know that from 01 May 2025 to 08 May 2025 my vampire-slaying, gun-toting, close-protection book The Covenant will be 50% off in the Kindle Store. That’s not all: To commemorate Victory in Europe Day, my Middle-grade ‘The Knitted Knomes‘ about a bunch of …

Back Catalogue

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 …

Antagonism

‘Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.’ – Reverend William Anderson Scott, Daniel, a model for Young Men. ‘The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.’ – Albert Einstein (Attrib, but multiple other origins proposed). We continue our little series about my latest, …

Schrodinger’s Book

It exists, but also not quite. Andy McNab meets Abraham Van Helsing in this (soon to be) Christmas Cracker. It should perhaps be considered like Die Hard: an action film set at Christmas, but I don’t know if that makes it a Christmas film?! I’ve been slaving away on this for a while now, and …

Getting Das Boot

Firstly, we’ve had a couple of new subscribers. Hello fellow adventurers! Now, to the meat of this post. I’m no film critic, nor script genie, but I am a storyteller, and I recently watched The Making of Das Boot (the movie one, as there was a TV program as well). I was astounded they actually …

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 …