Cursed Magic, Book Three of the Relic Guardian series is now available š Jamie Oxford: Friend. Foe. Bane of my existence! I should have known better than to trust Jamie with the location of Pandoraās Box. The minute I tell him, he steals it from under MI5ās nose. Maybe Iād…
Excerpt: I’m a city guy, born and raised, but I’d seen more than my fair share of the world. My home was in the heart of Camden, a stoneās throw from the Regentās Canal, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of London life. If my roots lay anywhere, it…
Hidden Magic the second book in the Relic Guardians series co-written with Meg Cowley is now available! OneĀ stone. One Wish. One life changing event. Iām Hayley Bevan, a museum curator, and my secondment to New York is about to get a whole lot more interesting. I couldnāt wait to pore…
The Relic Guardians series is co-written with the talented Meg Cowley, Meg’s books will follow Zoe Stark, a no nonsense witch and bounty hunter, and my books will follow Hayley Bevan, a museum curator, newly endowed with magical powers and caught up in a world she never knew existed. We…
“Books. Cats. Life is Good.” ~ Edward Gorey ~
āIĀ meant,ā said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes life worthwhile?” Death thought about it “CATS,” he said eventually. “CATS ARE NICE.” ~ Terry Pratchett ~ Sourcery ~ [feather_share size=”24″]
“What greater gift than the love of a cat? –Ā Charles Dickens –
This week I have decided to give you a sneak preview of A Matter of Death, a short story available by joining my mailing list here. *** I kicked off my boots and stumbled to the bed, falling face down in a heap on top of the covers. My feet…
After a couple of weeks of some longer fiction, I am posting a much shorter piece for you this week, and at under 500 words, I think it may be the shortest yet. Although, I hope you still enjoy The Knock. *** Every night there is a knock at the…
This is a little longer than my usual flash fiction. It’s a short story calledĀ Thrice to Dream. *** āOh, come on,ā I say when the car grinds to a stop in the traffic jam that blights my commute. The windscreen wipers judder and squeak through the shower of rain, and…
