Saturday, 20 October 2018

Lore Audio coming soon

I approved the audio for Lore, read by Mike Fallek, so as soon as it's cleared through ACX it'll be available for purchase from Amazon, Audible, and iTunes.

Mike's Bio: 

Mike Fallek studied film and voices his own pet documentary mostly focused on pet history (Hamsters: The History, and Spiders Will Eat Your Face) because animals cannot write it themselves. His films have appeared on tv, are available in libraries, and are featured on many online platforms. Mike is a podcaster of note with a weekly audience into the 7,000 plus listeners. Also an animator, all of Mike's work commercial and independent plus contact information can be found on

Lore's available permafree as an eBook, as a paperback, and the link's here if you want to read the words on paper or screen:

or on Amazon where you are.

Thursday, 18 October 2018

Bingo Bango Bongo Red Ice Run News.

Title's not relevant at all. Just thought I should post something on here and I like the song.

'Red Ice Run' from Thunderstorm Books, written by me and Ryan C. Thomas, came out two days ago as a 52-copy limited signed hardback edition.

The cover art is from Dave Kendall, the lettering by Zach McCain. 51 have sold, so there's one left. I think my maths is right on that, but I can never be sure.

The link is here if you're interested:

Love you.

Thursday, 20 September 2018

Ghost Voices - New Release

I wrote this a while ago and never really knew what it was, or what to do I put it out under my own 'Dark Fable Books' label. It's a supernatural, psychological military thriller. It was slated to be a DarkFuse release, but never made it because they died. I didn't, yet, so I made the cover, formatted it, and here it is:

There's a sample and the back cover copy in the 'Excerpts' section near the top of the blog, but here's the back cover copy if you're interested.

Graham Calder was once a soldier. He lives a quiet life now, far from people in the Scottish Highlands, ever since a terrible injury in Afghanistan. It wasn't the enemy who scarred him, though - it was his brother-in-arms, Simon Bussey. Now Bussey's back.

The Grant sisters, Claire and Emily, hope for an adventure in Scotland's forests and mountains. Neither planned on fighting for their lives as they become entangled in the soldiers' deadly feud.

Bussey assumes Calder hides away because of his injury. He's wrong. Calder lives with schizophrenia, and can, because a ghost taught him to lock the nightmares in a box inside his mind. If he opens the box and let his demons out, will the Grant sisters survive?

They might...or it might just be Calder who kills them all.

I probably won't bother harping on about it much because I'm moving on to the next thing. 

Love you. x

Sunday, 12 August 2018

Elmore Leonard's 10 Rules of Anti-Writing


It was a dark and stormy night, but somewhere else and not where the story was set at all. Where the story was set, which was on a blog, it was hot as balls. Like the bayou, but only in underwear.

It was a writer who was writing the story, overthinking everything. He kept a gun in his pants, because Alfred Hitchcock indicated in a McGuffin style speech once that he should.

Chapter 2

SUDDENLY! As if by some catastrophic failure of mental hardware, the writer blurted out something in a strange accent that wasn't even his. 'Aye ham very well-educated,' in a blurty fashion, was what he said when he said it back then, in the speech marks. He used a long word, then, but irrelevantly and only thought it.

Hmm, he thought. That was perpendicular, and quite unnecessary to the story he cut that part and noted 'TLDR' in the edited version.

Then, he put upon his sparsely-haired head a Burberry patterned trilby while he prepared to leave the library in the west wing of his caravan, which he didn't have, and he wasn't in the library, but it would have had books had it been interesting at all, but it wasn't. He'd cut that later, too. He resolved to spent less time blogging and more time working, but he wouldn't get the chance because of foreshadowing!

Hitching up his pants before setting out, he shot off his cock.

The End.


Love you.

Saturday, 11 August 2018

R.I.P. 'Drift Glass'

Not often I get to do an obit for two long stories in a week, or month, even, but the first draft of this is done. I'm doing the second through the night, and a final check tomorrow to send to Tor. I have rather large expectations of rejection, but I'm doing it anyway. It's near-future military scifi noir with a touch of space exploration, I guess. I suck at categories. I don't know. Haven't quite figured out how to pitch that.

Either way, 'Drift Glass', RIP.

Here's a picture. Gotta have a picture. This is Igor Sobolevsky, whose work I love...just like I love you.