queer fantasy with hellspawn & halos
I started writing Lotus during April's CampNaNoWriMo. It's set in 1948 in the same Oxfordshire village as NTSR. Mostly it's about a coven of vampires who are still Violet's neighbours in present times. We meet them briefly in Paper Starlings, and they have the occasional scene throughout the series. Adam Castle — the grandad in... Continue Reading →
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 →
This is a partial scene from The Lion & The Wolf, a short-ish story set in 1795, based on the same lore as the Not the Same River series. It is 100% backstory. I'd written a tonne of notes about this pairing and really wanted to tell their story. I'm so glad I decided to... Continue Reading →
“That’s not a sandwich,” I said. “You’ve shown a preference for freshly-culled squirrel lately.” This is the first scene from the first draft of No Good Comes which will be a series. Each book will focus on different characters, some of whom will be familiar from my other books. Eventually. This is a spin-off from... Continue Reading →
This is the first draft of what is currently scene 3. Context: After he is murdered, Stephen King (no, not that one) is buried for forty nights, after which he will rise a bloodborn vampire with his soul intact. Until then, his soul comes out at night to feed, and he is bombarded with memories... Continue Reading →
This is a first draft of what is currently scene 22. Context: the runaways have just spent their first night on the run in a motel room. They wake to find a man where there should be a dog. Note: a springer is someone who can boost locks just by running their hands over them.... Continue Reading →
I did actually win NaNoWriMo last November, I'm just slack-fingered when it comes to telling you about it. I finished at 76,009 words, but it's been pruned back since then because I got all organic and wrote a heap of trash. It's about a bunch of Vegas runaways who steal a sentient campervan and a... Continue Reading →
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