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I tried to make a shit sandwich with these three truths, but only the filling was palatable, so here’s a sandwich made of poo bread. Try not to get your hands dirty. An entirely fictional person said to me, “I’ve been living under a really big rock. What the hell is this NaNoWriMo thing?” Talking... Continue Reading →
From Roots and Wings, book two of the Not the Same River series. A vaewolf turns up at the priory. Stupid vaewolf. *** “Don’t look,” said Seth, because Archer was already turning around. “Just pretend we’re still talking.” Archer made a good effort, but Amethyst looked kind of constipated. “How many?” Daniel whispered. “One, I... Continue Reading →
I’m a plotter. For me, that means creating a scene by scene outline and, crucially, a relatively clean first draft. It does not mean I get bored. I don’t know where this idea comes from, but I’ve seen it a few times lately, even on blogs offering writing advice. Plotters do not routinely suffer from... Continue Reading →
Cascadence of Truth is book six of the Not The Same River series. This is part of an early scene from the first draft. When you get home all sweaty from training and there's a perfectly turned out archangel begging for a favour ... *** When I got home from training, Uriel was waiting for... Continue Reading →
From Legacies Unmasked, book 5 of Not the Same River. *** A multicoloured girl sat on a multicoloured sofa, watching us. As we fanned out, Albert towards a shelf of tiny painted soldiers, Lucifer towards a giant, wind-up snow globe, and me towards the windows to figure out where the light came from, the multicoloured... Continue Reading →
I'm still calling this Puddles until I think of something better. The story is set in Victorian London at the end of Jack the Ripper's reign of terror. A well-demon has been turned loose from his underground prison with one mission: to collect victims for the torturous games of an idle, immortal duke and the... Continue Reading →
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