Laurent De Castelnau’s severed head sat in the centre of a cheap kitchen table, staring at the five captains gathered in front of him in accusation. In death his true face was now permanently on display. A yellow hue to his once smooth brown skin, sunken cheeks, two rows of pointed teeth and a ridged, protruding brow; the vampire face he had always been so careful to hide.
An announcement: Orphans of the Dead, my next novel and the first installment of the Armageddon's Offspring series, will be released on 29 March 2019.
It's the 1 November and we're officially into NaNoWriMo! For those who don't know, NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month. It's an event which challenges people to write a 50,000 word novel in the space of 30 days. You can register online here and you can find me on the site here. I last took… Continue reading NaNoWriMo
Despite how fiercely the sun shone in the sky, the chill air cut at Morven and she pulled her coat closer against the chill. They definitely stood on the cusp of winter. That realisation brought with it another chill. Not from the weather, but from the memory of what would happen again that night. She had done well to keep it out of her mind all day, not least given how the images of it had intruded upon her dreams over the past week. Roaring flames, and rocks being fed to the fire, followed by the sight of her name fading away. Twice she had managed to awake before she caught sight of the rider, but even then the sow's grunting had followed her into the waking world.
"I'm just off the shops." She shouts. "Want anything?" "Wha?" The sound is a grunt, a waking snore dragged out of him by the surprise of being distracted from the telly, masquerading as words. "No, I'm fine." She rolls her eyes. "Okay. Back soon." She gets no answer so, after one last look in the… Continue reading Headscarf