Storm
A storm is coming I can feel it It is power But May Hill is cloudless, its trees glittering turrets Continue reading
A storm is coming I can feel it It is power But May Hill is cloudless, its trees glittering turrets Continue reading
When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Continue reading
An excerpt from Chapter Eight – Some Rules of the Time-Portal I sat on the top deck of a double Continue reading
Monolithic insanity cuts through the air with no magnanimity Cold stone prophet to calculated cruelty, not by accident but by Continue reading
I have previously published the prologue to my novel on his blog, but as I have now achieved my word Continue reading
I am fascinated by my family history, specifically my Father’s parents. The idea of them being born in India and Continue reading
The death of Father Christmas was brutal and swift when it finally came. It had been inevitable for maybe a Continue reading
I wanted to share with you a poem that I recently submitted to an online magazine. Writing this poem was Continue reading