On the Trail of the Blue Dragon

On the Trail of the Blue Dragon   ‘Um’m tellin’ ya,’ the drunken lad said. ‘Hew’s right ther’ befor’ m’eyes.’ The chronicler only got a few of these, but years of scurrying the most forgotten places in the world had granted him the magic ears. Any accents, patois, dialects, he could understand. Not that he…

Back from the web dead

Hi everyone! It has certainly been a while, a long while… I wish I had an entertaining story to tell for such a long absence, but there were no dragons to chase, no ghosts to put back into a box and no witches hiding in the shadows. Life simply got very busy very fast and…

APPRENTICE KING

APPRENTICE KING Saera let down her weapon, laying both hands on the pommel. The golden eagle cowered beneath the weight of her palms, and she eyed the turret closely. She knew he would be there, hiding, as he always did. She could see his eyes piercing the shadows. She hoped he was afraid. She wished…

Fallen Magic, A Short Story Collection

Here we are, a little closer to the full story collection being up and ready, and available. Below is an extract from one of the featuring short stories! APPRENTICE KING Saera let down her weapon, laying both hands on the pommel. The golden eagle cowered beneath the weight of her palms, and she eyed the…

Chocolates and Deadlines

Well, it’s not Christmas time, and well past New Year’s Day, but the short story collection is on the way! I will post an extract shortly, along with the cover. I blame chocolate for deterring me from my path to reaching this deadline (to eat or to type, one has to choose) but all things…

On the Trail of the Blue Dragon

Short Story Monday continues! This week we follow a stubborn reporter, eaten by a lifelong obsession for a blue dragon… On the Trail of the Blue Dragon. ‘Um’m tellin’ ya,’ the drunken lad said. ‘Hew’s right ther’ befor’ m’eyes.’ The reporter only got a few of these, but years of scurrying the most forgotten places…

Unsuspected

The idea for this very first Short Story post (arguably more of a flash fiction kind of story) came when someone told me they had dreamed of me being contacted by a woman pirate writer. I loved this image and instantly imagined a writer on her pirate ship, floating in space in search of ideas…