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This is an NTSR short set in London in the 1970s, introducing characters who will feature in the No Good Comes series and bringing back underused characters from NTSR. If I'd finished drafting the Victorian NTSR stories during NaNoWriMo, I was going to move onto this one. I didn't even get close. *** Infuriated by... Continue Reading →
In honour of Halloween, here's a trick and a treat from The Lion & The Wolf. I'll leave you to decide what the trick is. The Lion knew that sin well enough; the sin of being born with his mother’s last breath brought censure upon his head from her grieving family. He had long ago... Continue Reading →
This is the last of the Victorian spin-offs I have outlined for NaNoWriMo. It's a companion tale of Two Souls & a Pocket Watch, and it will feature my favourite foppish archangel, Uriel. I was twelve years old the first time I summoned a well-demon to the garden. Sitting by the well in his garden,... Continue Reading →
I love a good rabbit hole. I fell into this one with a mouldering duke and came out with the chills. Back in 2015, for the first time ever, I started writing with the barest bones of a partial outline. For me, that was a list of six scenes with a short paragraph explaining what... Continue Reading →
A short standalone story about the depths of darkness we'd endure for those we love. This is already outlined, so I'll add it to my NaNoWriMo pile in case I finish the Vic fics. *** Clio needs three things to come alive in the world to which she truly belongs: the touch of her human... Continue Reading →
When the Thames is alive with the dead, who you gonna call? This is another spin-off story from NTSR. It's fully outlined and will be written during NaNoWriMo. Uriel and Bel are back after Puddles, this time taking a back seat. The story is set in 1900 around the old London Dock. *** Vampire daddies... Continue Reading →
I've been working on a book of short stories for a while now. I'm not posting excerpts yet, but here's a brief blurb for Magpie's Garden. The first time a hedgehog rolled into his garden and grew legs, Magpie thought he'd imagined it. Magpie hasn't spoken a word since he lost his daughter. When he... 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 →
“Who the hell are you?” The Irish voice came from behind us, and we all spun to see the dark-haired guy standing outside the kitchen doorway in his boxers, t-shirt and socks. He had a box of rice krispies in one hand and an upturned beer bottle like it was a weapon in the other.... Continue Reading →
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