In which the derelict farmhouse that sparked my historical fantasy, ‘Foxfires’, on a wintery walk many years ago suddenly appears online for sale, and I spend the day wishing it was mine, all mine! Continue reading When Your Muse is For Sale
The moon finally peeked from behind the clouds as the dogs trotted on across the dark, windswept moorland, scattering powdery snow with their tails. The pilot (perhaps called ‘Jack’, but he wasn’t entirely sure) limped along, looking up every so often and cursing the white disc above him. His memory had deserted him, he was frozen to the core, rigid with pain, and beholden to the silent, dour giant of a man beside him. The crash would never have happened on a clear night. He would have made it to wherever the hell he was meant to be… Continue reading Out of the Frying Pan… The Reluctant Rescue of Jack Fairchild
FOXFIRES – what’s it all about?
It was a relief to finally type ‘The End’ on my fourth book and I think the characters felt it too. We’ve been working together on and off for twelve years now in extremely adverse conditions, and they’ve been very patient with me… Continue reading Welcome to the Family, Foxfires!
In which Dr Williams comes across another strange petition in the intriguing medieval Blackwood archives… Continue reading Begging Letter #4: Tree-Climbing Sheep
In which Dr Williams comes across another strange petition in the Blackwood archives… Continue reading Begging Letter #3: What shall we do with the Drunken Soldier?
It had been a long time since Christina neglected to pay her faerie toll when traveling through the woods so, for a moment, she dithered, unsure of how effective her new ring of invisibility was. Passing by the Toll Tree, she became a young girl with all her old fears, at the very birth of her quest. All the battles and triumphs between then and now seemed suddenly irrelevant, for this… this was the Black Wood, and home to Gallus, whose memory still turned Christina’s very core into an icicle.
Continue reading “Alternative Fact #3 from ‘Blackwood’”
Mab was so pleased to see Silas that she grabbed his hands and told him the story at great speed.
Continue reading “Alternative Fact #2 from ‘Blackwood’”
Christina realised her chances of getting away unscathed were hideously low without some kind of brilliant intervention, but her mind was so busy being terrified it couldn’t think of anything brilliant. So, instead, she settled for the oldest trick in the book which, at that point of time, was not very old at all.[1]
Continue reading “Alternative Fact #1 from ‘Blackwood’”
