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June 14, 2013
Serve the servants, oh no.
Serve the servants, oh no.
June 13, 2013
Skeleton Torn pacing alone about the island cathedral late at...
Skeleton Torn pacing alone about the island cathedral late at night with only a candle to guide him in Lilith’s Tears, my first novel - Read it here …
Why Write?
This a question I have been asked a number of times, and, since my next novel is drawing closer to its release, its a question that I have been thinking about quite a lot. Its difficult to answer. Writing is something I have always done, for as long as I can remember - I enjoyed creative writing most of all at primary school, and I can still recall how ideas used to come to me, and then how I would excitedly write them down, only for the story to never actually get finished because it would e...
June 12, 2013
The Ghost Amongst Us.
There is a ghost amongst us. Unnoticed at...
The Ghost Amongst Us.
There is a ghost amongst us. Unnoticed at first, it was a shapeless mist, drifting, exhaling through the weaving crowds. In summer, when the city bustled, when the sun glared, it was almost invisible, nothing more than an imperceptible vapour. Only in winter, in the early morning, when particles of ice clung frozen to its form, was the ghost discernible, and it was upon one such morning that I saw it, slipping, sliding between the glut of people. Having spotted it once, I...
The Fairground Setting in The Travelling Circus of...
The Fairground Setting in The Travelling Circus of Lacrimosa.
How the carnival music played that day! The cheerful tunes of playful flutes and boisterous, merry-go round ditties spiraled up into the air of a rapidly encroaching dusk so that, although the cloud of night hung ominously upon the horizon, the fair only increased its merriment as the hours expired. Horses galloped in static motion around the ring of a giant carousel, all decked out in the gaudy splendour of regal golds and bloodied...
