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Charm was one of the most enjoyable types of magic, and she waited while her magic worked its way into the man. His energy was dense, and warmth was alien to him. He began to brush off her charm, but she sensed cracks in his armour, and through those cracks she poured love. Nothing sentimental or romantic. Simply the fulfilment of need, of which this deprived man had many. For a moment, she became a healer. Confused, he blinked away a tear, and she entered the lower reception.
From The Orange Witch
A flight of rocs landed breathing fire. Each of the birds radiated power, and each stood twice the height of a human.
From Fire Rising
Hobs n' Dogs is a short story in which an old man is visited by two hobs who entrust him with the care of some very unusual creatures
In a candlelit inn, on a hidden lane in London, a gathering of magicians, princes, seers, and spies takes place.
An imagined scene from my work in progress, which I'm writing as part of the Nanowrimo month.
“Food?” the dog asked in the True Language.
Lucy was taken aback. It was rare for an animal to initiate a telepathic conversation with a human. “No, I’m sorry.” Unsure what else to say, she waited.
From Fire Rising
I'm currently rereading Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell. It's been a long time since I last read the novel. It's a bit dry, but still good. I'd forgotten the secret romance.
In part, it's research, because my new novel also has some dystopian themes.
This is the old Penguin edition.
He studied the crystals. They were midnight blue and beautiful. Their life pulsed in his hand, and he stroked them with soft rock magic, polishing them. “They want to grow.”
Thomas using rock magic, from Fire Rising
“She’s dead, Thomas. If she was reborn, she’d be a baby. How would you find her amongst the millions of babies born every day? And then she wouldn’t know you. Thomas, stop this. You’re worrying me.”
From Fire Rising after Lucy tells him that dreams don't raise the dead.
“Dreams don’t raise the dead.” Lucy was sweating heavily; she wiped dirt from her face.
“The Aina you saw was spirit.”
“But . . .”
From Fire Rising
Far away, in the distant peaks of the Eastern Rim, a golden dragon was born. She shone in the early morning sun, her scales glittering brightly as she crawled from her cracked egg towards the frothing pool.
From Fire Rising
The shore faded from view, and they sailed deeper into the red sea, towards the bright yellow sphere in the centre of the planet.
From The Darkling Odyssey
An albino troll, red-eyed with long white hair, blocked his way. Tattoos of mythical scenes covered his half-naked muscular body. And Thomas sensed more than physical power.
From The Darkling Odyssey
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Lucy screamed and scrambled away from the wall, wiping saliva from her face as a large snout pushed out of the rocks. Bright red eyes stared and then vanished back into the rocks.
From The Darkling Odyssey, when Lucy and Thomas journeyed to the centre of the planet.
They fell through the hot and sticky liquid rock, their combined magic lighting them up like a rocket shooting into the depths of the planet.
From The Darkling Odyssey when Thomas and Lucy journeyed through the mantle and then into the core of the planet—a place with its own magical life.
Unexpectedly, I'm starting a new novella (or perhaps a novel—I'm not sure how long it will be) at the beginning of NaNoWriMo month.
Cheating a bit because I've already written 7,000 words, but perhaps I can finish a first draft. Not promising, even to myself, because I write slowly, but it's possible. This won't be doorstopper size.
The story starts in London some time after the new world government gains power, and with it, brings terror.
As she turned the deck over, a card jumped out. Turning over the card, she saw a wolf staring at her.
“Were you speaking to me earlier?”
“Who else? And I lent you my fleas, too.” She involuntarily scratched herself. “They’ve gone now. Mostly.”
“Who are you?” Lucy had used oracle cards before but had never imagined cards like this.
From The Darkling Odyssey
The mist covered islet lay several yards ahead when their boat ran aground on a mudbank. It was impossible to move. They left it and waded through the swamp. All the time, Lucy was repelling the leeches that swam towards them. As soon as she stood on the muddy beach, she double-checked for any that had stuck to her.
From The Darkling Odyssey
I've just learnt about a new (for me) musical instrument. The carillon. They have a keyboard that looks like wooden skittles sticking out of a giant piano, and somewhere above—often in a bell tower—they have 23-77 bells, and can weigh up to 100 tons.
Originally, they were from the Low Countries, but I want them in my next fantasy. When played, the whole town will hear the music.
Listen to Bach played on carillon (links to YouTube)
A burnt green head with gnashing teeth floated towards her. It watched her with cold, intelligent eyes. Despite the cold, she was sweating heavily; she knew this was not a dream. A part of herself had somehow travelled to another place. If the silver cord attaching her to her body snapped, she would die.
From Blue Prometheus
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I've begun to post on new (to me) social media platforms. Previously, I only posted on my here and on Facebook. Now I post on Instagram and Pinterest.
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A thought disturbed the darkling sea. From beyond our universe, it rippled through the millions upon millions of galaxies and on through the many planes of the universe that lay together so closely intertwined that few could distinguish between them.
The opening lines of Blue Prometheus.
After outlining four novels in the past six months, only to find that none of them really worked, I've finally developed an idea I like. Two, actually.
My fifth outline is for a contemporary fantasy - science fantasy blend set in mostly in London and somewhere not of our world.
In a recent flash fiction challenge, I had a sixth idea that may work better as a novel than as flash fiction. I've written a rough outline I like, but have put it to one side, for now. It's set in a distinct fantasy world.
I'm now writing a new novel based on the fifth outline.
If she hadn’t known how deadly almost every living plant, insect, and animal on the planet was, she would’ve thought the scene quite idyllic, in a surrealistic sort of way. The forest was bright: a sign of calm, perhaps. The scene reminded her of pictures of old Venus, before it had been poisoned and desecrated, although it’d probably never had the pure energy of Prometheus.
Aina in Blue Prometheus.
The country is feeling despondent and depressed. The forests radiate fear.”
The forests in the north of England have changed.
From The Orange Witch
Hobs n' Dogs has just been published in Galician in Nova Fantasia.
They translated it as Trasnos e Cans, which, as far as I know, translates as Goblins and Dogs in English. I wondered how they'd translate hobs, which is regional in English.
It’s interesting for me to read a story I know so well, in a language I don’t know, but feel like I know, because I can read Spanish, to some extent, and Portuguese a little. Galician is related to both, but closer to Portuguese.
The link leads to the magazine:
Continue reading "Hobs n' Dogs has just been Published in Galician"
Pale orange snow fell over London, and it flurried around Luke Lee as he cycled into Smith Square. The colour of the snow was only the first of three things that were odd. An old church dominated the centre of the square, and tall trees, barren of leaves but covered in fairy lights, inclined towards it. Dickens had called St John’s a petrified monster with its legs in the air. Now, the monster was orange.
From the beginning of Orange Storm
“An orange wasteland will cover your world.”
This was the psychic message that Amelia received, warning her of the damage the aliens may inflict on Earth.
From Orange Storm
I've updated The Darkling Odyssey article with more quotes and images as I build up a bigger collection. In the future, I'll add more to this page, and all the book pages, forming pictorial guides to the stories.
Another image of the whitecaps, a species of sentient mushrooms, which play a part in the Blue Prometheus stories.
They were surrounded by wild forest. A tightly knit patch of white mushrooms, about seven foot tall, grew on one side of the dark forest, with protruding feelers waving towards them on the other sides.
From The Darkling Odyssey
My print copy of Illustrated Worlds Magazine #3 has arrived!
Hobs n' Dogs, which began life in a flash fiction challenge, is one of the stories inside.
It's now 3,400 words.
I've not read all of the stories yet, I'll be doing that later, but I like the Elusive Illusions illustration by Edward Michel Supranowicz the magazine used to illustrate Hobs n' Dogs.
30% off Blue Prometheus boxset and The Darkling Odyssey on Kobo at the moment.
The fantasy and SF books are in the 'Out of this world' section.
Add promo code: SEPT30 at checkout.
Also, all my ebooks are available for free on Kobo Plus!
Hobs n' Dogs has just been published by Illustrated Worlds Magazine.
It's a short story I wrote about an old man, whose garden is like a nature reserve in a desert of carefully manicured gardens.
One day, he's visited by two hobs (a special type of sprite concerned with taking care of the environment). They entrust him with the care of some very unusual creatures.
The link leads to the e-version of the magazine. The shop page also links to a print version.
The goddess shook her head. “I found him floating on an old wooden map in an ocean on another world. He’s stayed with me for half a lifetime, but he misses the sea. He’s been a ship’s cat several times.”
About a very special cat. Tu appears in The Darkling Odyssey.
The artificially intelligent lift quietly laughed. When Aina had once told him that imperial machines did this, he’d thought it a joke. But it was true. Some, like this lift, were intelligent; they were also armed with small guns and fiercely loyal to the Empire. This lift had demonstrated its power: two weeks earlier it had shot a man for telling a joke about the emperor. That single bullet had silenced all laughter.
From The Darkling Odyssey
Lucy was stuck in terror to the side of a glass dome sticking out of a mountainside .
"Lucy, keep going," Thomas repeated. “We have to move faster."
"I know, but have you looked down there." The thought of the drop down the side of the mountain, which she was sure would make K2 look like a molehill, made her feel sick.
"No, I've not looked. If I did, I might be stuck to the surface like you."
"I'm not stuck, I just can't move."
From Blue Prometheus
“It’s a sort of limbo. One of the shadows of the bright universes. They lie halfway between the visible ones—like the black keys on the human piano are halfway between the white keys.”
From The Orange Witch
I think everyone knows people who interpret and interact with the world in a rational way, for whom thinking is the most important way to deal with the world around them. We're also familiar with people who approach the world in a predominantly emotional way. My mother was one.
Both of these psychological types have strengths, and I write about both as characters. But they're not the only ways people interpret the world around them.
A third type is sensation. These are the type of people who are extremely practical and are often good at fixing things, or they may be wine or food connoisseurs—both my stepfathers were this type.
I like experimenting with all these types in my fiction.
But in his book, Psychological Types, Carl Jung put forward a fourth type: intuition. I think that unless you yourself are intuitive, this psychological type is almost invisible—and perhaps unbelievable.
Intuition is a hidden skill, involving just knowing things without rational reasoning. Some people have an uncanny level of skill with this.
Jung believed that everybody had a major and minor psychological type, and that over your life they could change. As he got older, he said that his intuitive function strengthened.
The same has happened to me. While thinking/reason is still the main way I interpret the world around me, my intuition has become stronger and more influential in my life and writing.
Blue Prometheus is now available as a digitally narrated audiobook on Apple. The narration is not bad.
I've noticed that darkness creates something more exciting in art and literature than a positive idea. The prompt for the picture in yesterday's post included 'black magic'; for today's, it included 'natural magic.'
I've seen the same result in poetry: Blake and Milton. Blake's Songs of Innocence are, at times, almost namby-pamby. His Songs of Experience are exciting. Perhaps it's because darkness provokes a reaction—a need for a change.
That said, I still like the image below. It's the more relaxing of the two.
“Wait,” Lucy said. Orange turned to face her. “You talked about natural magic. Does that mean there’s an unnatural magic?”
“Natural magic flows in harmony with the universe, while black magic forces itself on life.” Orange turned and disappeared into the darkness.
From Blue Prometheus
The Orange Witch is on sale at Kobo Canada, US, UK, AUS, and NZ. With 40% off, it's a good opportunity to read Lucy's story.
For some reason, The Orange Witch is listed as science fiction (really it's fantasy with some SF elements) and is in the "These eBooks are out of this world" section.
The deal's only on Kobo (though still a good buy at Amazon!) and you need to add the promo code: 40JULY at checkout.
She’d sometimes had to deal with the magnetic attraction magic created, too. It was one reason she no longer mixed with people as she once had. It was like perspiring a love potion that attracted men and women alike.
Lucy in The Orange Witch
“There’s something in your garden.”
She joined him and peered through the window into the darkness beyond.
Two bright orange eyes stared back.
From Orange Storm
When I first created this image I saw two orange eyes staring at me. Now, I can't stop seeing two cats staring at each other. In the story, it's a black panther with orange eyes.
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