Visitors to these pages may have twigged that my new novel, ‘The Reddening’, is unleashed tomorrow. If you’re undecided and would like to read a sample from the book, or get started before your copy arrives, I have created a…
“The creature’s torso suggested a heavily-breasted woman with wide hips. Part of one arm had been fashioned, the other side was damaged. But if that was a head then it was the head of an animal. A dog, he thought:…
Fascinating article by Andrew Michael Hurley that strikes an old iron nail on its head. Flattered to see ‘The Reddening’ get a mention too. Thanks Dan Coxon (of This Dreaming Isle for drawing all of my eyes to it). Read…
“With the new ceiling of storm cloud, dusk had surely arrived at midday. Beneath the treetops the light thinned further. She needed a torch and fought a childish panic that the land was cursed in ways she’d never understand.” DENING…
(2 today as I missed yesterday while at a convention) “Walking from Divilmouth, she’d been struck by how the land changed, the difficulty of moving through it increasing rapidly. Twelve or so miles might have separated the two harbours, though,…
“The land corralling Divilmouth’s harbour and its ranks of millionaires’ yachts was made soft and green by great capes of fir trees. The place reminded her of Switzerland, but also the tropics: pines in woods interchanging with lush palms in…
This should have posted yesterday, but never left the dash, so here it is. “The cliff-fall was two kilometres east of where he’d launched and where he’d watched the earth re-form into an aerial photo. Cliffs that were a part…
“Shelly couldn’t decide if their campsite possessed a single redeeming feature. The landscape was all that Greg had promised: it was open, wild, hewn from steep valleys, framed by great vistas of sky and sea, and uninhabited. Though the land…
“Before the building’s jagged silhouette she’d gazed as if hypnotised by a place of worship, where the god was still present. An improperly secured cap, that’s what the building was. A fragile canopy above a pit so deep she could…
The setting and ideas for my new novel pretty much came out of the coastal landscape of South Devon that I’ve been walking, kayaking and swimming over the past five years. So I’ve decided to count down each day until…