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…
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…
My new book, a time-travelling romance, is off to a cracking start with a note from my lovely editor, Malcolm
A brand, spanking new cover for my firstborn!
A young adult love story with the odd ghost and some very petulant curtains. Out now on Amazon.
Your own personal God of Curtain-Twitching should only provide advice on the subject of curtains. If he starts to interfere in other aspects of your life you should be wary and seek independent advice. In extreme circumstances it may be wise to change your curtains.
Seventeenth Summer by Margaret Daly (1942) is still being read and enjoyed today.
In a life-saving situation it is acceptable for the Curtain-Twitcher to give away their position. The person being saved will be so grateful they will forget to be suspicious.