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June 11, 2014
Spider from the Well RELEASED!
My latest novella, entitled Spider from the Well, was released yesterday. Currently, it can be picked up on Amazon in ebook form, but the publisher is working on a paperback release as well.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Spider-Well-T...
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Spider-Well-T...
June 2, 2014
The Spider From The Well Release date - June 9th!
Proposed release date for 'The Spider from the Well' of June 9th! Get ready for the weird, wonderful and for all things arachnid!
May 29, 2014
New Novella Publication Nigh!
The publication of my new weird fiction novella is nigh...and I cannot wait.
I have had some very positive feedback from established authors and am pleased with what has been put to paper.
So for those with a love of cosmic horror, keep an eye out for further updates...the ebook version of 'The Spider from the Well' will be out soon!
Best,
Tim.
I have had some very positive feedback from established authors and am pleased with what has been put to paper.
So for those with a love of cosmic horror, keep an eye out for further updates...the ebook version of 'The Spider from the Well' will be out soon!
Best,
Tim.
May 23, 2014
Upcoming Novella Extract - The Spider from the Well
The below is an extract of my upcoming novella, entitled 'The Spider from the Well' - inspired by William Hope Hodgson's 'The House on the Borderland'. Enjoy!
Sometime after midnight I awoke, feeling light of body and mind. When I looked down, I saw why. I floated above the bed, staring at my sleeping form. The walls of my house were invitingly transparent. At that point I had no immediate feeling of fear, just an acute sense of displacement, as if I’d left all earthly worries in my slumbering shell. It was a strange, but not altogether unpleasant sensation.
So, serene, I let myself float out of the house and into the garden, aware that I was a drifting through a dream.
At first, my gaze was directed toward the ground. Nothing seemed untoward. The grasses were a normal length. There were no shadows, and even the well looked unthreatening. Moonlight pitted everything in a bright-blue sheen. No detail was hidden. Everything blazed with a touch of the divine. I floated, drinking in the landscape as I rose higher, away from the confines of my house. A thought came to mind, unheeded, that I looked down at a building alone in the world. It was a building situated so that it was special in some unique way. The moon seemed to shine only on my home. The surrounding fields were darkened and forgotten.
That sensation intensified as I left it behind, working my way into the sky, so that the last I saw of my home was a blue dot, like a star. Then I swivelled and was once again faced by the enormity of space. Again, time and distance vanished. All was darkness intersected by pinpricks of light—stars. I saw the sun, a huge orange ball, and also Mars and the moon. Both were smooth discs that looked strangely flat. They seemed dull and uninteresting compared to something else that caught my eye, and held it through dreadful majesty.
The green star.
Sometime after midnight I awoke, feeling light of body and mind. When I looked down, I saw why. I floated above the bed, staring at my sleeping form. The walls of my house were invitingly transparent. At that point I had no immediate feeling of fear, just an acute sense of displacement, as if I’d left all earthly worries in my slumbering shell. It was a strange, but not altogether unpleasant sensation.
So, serene, I let myself float out of the house and into the garden, aware that I was a drifting through a dream.
At first, my gaze was directed toward the ground. Nothing seemed untoward. The grasses were a normal length. There were no shadows, and even the well looked unthreatening. Moonlight pitted everything in a bright-blue sheen. No detail was hidden. Everything blazed with a touch of the divine. I floated, drinking in the landscape as I rose higher, away from the confines of my house. A thought came to mind, unheeded, that I looked down at a building alone in the world. It was a building situated so that it was special in some unique way. The moon seemed to shine only on my home. The surrounding fields were darkened and forgotten.
That sensation intensified as I left it behind, working my way into the sky, so that the last I saw of my home was a blue dot, like a star. Then I swivelled and was once again faced by the enormity of space. Again, time and distance vanished. All was darkness intersected by pinpricks of light—stars. I saw the sun, a huge orange ball, and also Mars and the moon. Both were smooth discs that looked strangely flat. They seemed dull and uninteresting compared to something else that caught my eye, and held it through dreadful majesty.
The green star.
March 17, 2013
First Half Of Novel On Authonomy To Read And Review
For those interested, the first half of my novel 'Summons of the Majestic' is up on authonomy.com, in my ongoing quest to find le agent/publisher. You can read without an account, but for those that do have one, backing it and rating it would be appreciated...as Mr HarperCollins reviews the top 5 rated each month.
http://authonomy.com/books/51541/summ...
http://authonomy.com/books/51541/summ...
December 3, 2012
New Short Story On Sale On Amazon: The Tiger Swallowtail
My new e-story is available to buy through Amazon. It is entitled ‘The Tiger Swallowtail’. The blurb and links to purchase are below.
A man peruses the butterflies in a museum, when a chance encounter with a Tiger Swallowtail sends him careering back to his childhood, and an eerie tale related to him by his grandfather. He journeys to Canada, the Boreal Forest, and a father-and-son moose hunting expedition that, at a certain point, takes a turn for the weird. The older man is led astray by visions, which the son also experiences, leaving him with visceral recollections of Nature personified – terribly suggestive forms related to myth, the seasons, and a truth too great for the mind to accept. The aftermath is tragic, chilling, and a warning to all who venture too freely – in mind – into the wild.
Genre: Nature / Supernatural
Available to purchase through Amazon.co.uk:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Tiger-Swa...
A man peruses the butterflies in a museum, when a chance encounter with a Tiger Swallowtail sends him careering back to his childhood, and an eerie tale related to him by his grandfather. He journeys to Canada, the Boreal Forest, and a father-and-son moose hunting expedition that, at a certain point, takes a turn for the weird. The older man is led astray by visions, which the son also experiences, leaving him with visceral recollections of Nature personified – terribly suggestive forms related to myth, the seasons, and a truth too great for the mind to accept. The aftermath is tragic, chilling, and a warning to all who venture too freely – in mind – into the wild.
Genre: Nature / Supernatural
Available to purchase through Amazon.co.uk:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Tiger-Swa...
November 27, 2012
The Tiger Swallowtail Imminent on Amazon
As the title suggests, my new short story 'The Tiger Swallowtail' will shortly be published as an e-story on Amazon.
So if you like a bit of supernatural weird fiction, then keep an eye and ear out for updates...once on sale!
So if you like a bit of supernatural weird fiction, then keep an eye and ear out for updates...once on sale!
October 14, 2012
Red Letter Day on readshortfiction.com
My Lovecraft-mythos inspired short story 'Red Letter Day' is top of the page and available to read on readshortfiction.
Check it out via the below link:
http://www.readshortfiction.com/
Check it out via the below link:
http://www.readshortfiction.com/
September 29, 2012
The Calacorm FREE This Weekend To Buy On Amazon
The headline says it all really.
For this weekend, my new short story The Calacorm is free to download via Amazon.
Check it out for an eerie Poe-inspired tale of terror, madness, and tormenting moths named ‘Old Hairy’!
For this weekend, my new short story The Calacorm is free to download via Amazon.
Check it out for an eerie Poe-inspired tale of terror, madness, and tormenting moths named ‘Old Hairy’!
September 16, 2012
Subterfuge Extract
“Just want the feline,” I whisper, rolling the last word around on my tongue.
It feels good, that word, enforcing the common cat with mystique, power, and I picture myself grabbing the tom, holding it up to my bright orange eyes…and staring. A shudder of anticipation runs through my body and I fight to control it.
“Not yet.”
I mustn’t make myself known. I refuse to kill an old man; that would make me bestial at best, a monster at worst, and both options are unappealing, though I know they wouldn’t be far off the mark. There is truth in all titles – someone told me that once, years ago. His name eludes me now, though the manner of his death doesn’t. God rest his soul, I remember his corpse, ripped to shreds, entrails everywhere, and the witch-hunt that followed was an insult to his memory. He didn’t even receive a proper burial, though I guess I was partly to blame for that. ‘Unclean’ they called him, ‘tainted by darkness’. What rot! He was as good a man as any I’d known…he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Twinkle twinkle little cat,” I sing softly, smiling to myself. “I wonder where your soul is at.”
I hear the man struggling off his chair, and a moment later his patio door bangs shut.
“Hey diddle rife, the cat and the knife.” I look at Orion’s Belt in the sky, blinking tears from my eyes. “The monster jumped over the moon.”
I creep out from behind the fence, eyes searching high and low for the cat. A dog in a neighbouring house lets out a yelp and I grimace – blasted things! The cat responds in kind and I smile as I spot it languidly padding near the hedges, perhaps looking for bugs. Ha! But I know better – it’s a tease, provocatively prancing around, waiting for me to approach.
So I do.
It feels good, that word, enforcing the common cat with mystique, power, and I picture myself grabbing the tom, holding it up to my bright orange eyes…and staring. A shudder of anticipation runs through my body and I fight to control it.
“Not yet.”
I mustn’t make myself known. I refuse to kill an old man; that would make me bestial at best, a monster at worst, and both options are unappealing, though I know they wouldn’t be far off the mark. There is truth in all titles – someone told me that once, years ago. His name eludes me now, though the manner of his death doesn’t. God rest his soul, I remember his corpse, ripped to shreds, entrails everywhere, and the witch-hunt that followed was an insult to his memory. He didn’t even receive a proper burial, though I guess I was partly to blame for that. ‘Unclean’ they called him, ‘tainted by darkness’. What rot! He was as good a man as any I’d known…he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Twinkle twinkle little cat,” I sing softly, smiling to myself. “I wonder where your soul is at.”
I hear the man struggling off his chair, and a moment later his patio door bangs shut.
“Hey diddle rife, the cat and the knife.” I look at Orion’s Belt in the sky, blinking tears from my eyes. “The monster jumped over the moon.”
I creep out from behind the fence, eyes searching high and low for the cat. A dog in a neighbouring house lets out a yelp and I grimace – blasted things! The cat responds in kind and I smile as I spot it languidly padding near the hedges, perhaps looking for bugs. Ha! But I know better – it’s a tease, provocatively prancing around, waiting for me to approach.
So I do.
