Lost Talent was released weeks ago today, on 3rd April, so I thought that it was time to take stock on how it’s done so far! The Launch, such as it was… So, despite my best efforts, I did not manage to get on any panels at Eastercon, which
OK! Lost Talent is now available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited! I hope to release on other platforms soon, but starting out on amazon seems to be what all the advice seems to say… But I’d love more people to read the book, so I am running a giveaway
I didn’t start writing until I was 44. Since my divorce, I’ve struggled to find things to do on the few weekends that I don’t have the kids. They’re with me full time, and they go to their mums every other weekend. Finding things to do
Here it is! Pre-orders for my upcoming novel, Lost Talent are live today! This cover, by the amazing Eva I shows Mina (Left) and Heidi (Right) facing the unknown. Eva was a dream to work with, and I can’t wait to work with her again. She didn’t just
There was only one potion Heidi knew that golemised into frogs when overboiled. ‘Molewood’s amphibious transmutation.’ When drunk, it would allow the user to breathe water through their skin for a short time and increase their tolerance for cold. It was only useful for people in one particular profession:
The summer holiday had passed by in a blur. Mina's mum spent most of the time fussing over her, as the idea of sending her eleven-year-old daughter to a strange boarding school sunk in. Every time that Mina tried to tell them that she would be learning magic,
Welcome to my website! Thank you so much for checking it out. I'm afraid I am still setting it up, and working out how to get it looking fancy. What can you find here: Well, visit the 'About' section for more infomation about me and my
Mina read the parchment as Heidi shrugged on her coat. The scrawl of ink from a modern biro stood out against the rough parchment. It brought back bad memories. The message was simple. “I think my son is in trouble. Can you check on him?” Signed, Mrs A. Solomon was
Someone had swapped the labels on the potion bottles, and of course it was Mina’s job to sort it out. It was lucky Mr Bergamot had recognised that ‘Abington’s Peaceful Slumber’ shouldn’t have been a sparkling, fiery red before Mrs Holloway had put it in her shopping