"Even people who don't generally enjoy fantasy novels absolutely love these books!" Servants of the Moon and Sun, an epic fantasy reimagining of Sleeping Beauty. What if Maleficent was Aurora's mother and what if she wasn't really evil?

Somehow, after editing, my 84k word novel is now 91k words. Don't know if I'm doing this right. 🤷‍♂️

Had an Hieronymus Bosch dishwasher once. Never knew if you were going to get clean crockery or a cavalcade of naked little people riding mythological beasts. @BoshUK

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Sample of the goodness here: "The Professor’s eyes darkened. ‘I assure you, sir, I do not call upon you lightly. This is a matter of the gravest import.’ His lordship blinked. ‘Well, we’d best have a drink then. Bill, is it too early for brandy?’ In this house there was only

Tiverton Hall was a crumbling gothic carbuncle which looked destined to collapse in a strongish breeze. The estate backed onto a rolling tract of hill country; mile upon mile of bleak moor, despoiled only by isolated villages, lonely farms, forbidding prisons and lunatic asylums.

Had such a lovely response to the release of This House Isn’t Haunted But We Are yesterday from friends, readers, reviewers, and fellow writers, for which I’m incredibly grateful. 🖤

I've visited. That's one skiing holiday I'll not forget.

Rats overrun a nuclear power plant, what could possibly go wrong? theguardian.com/world/2025/apr…

Breville cracked nuclear fusion back in the 80's

Chapter 8. 'In a shallow dip stood a crude stone circle, of the type erected by some lost race of savages when this island was still young. A dozen jagged monoliths thrust from the loam, poking off-kilter towards the sky.' 'Green Unpleasant Land' is out in May.

Chapter 4. 'Some scoundrel, possibly one of the local vagrant youth, had scrawled upon the pavement a most peculiar set of chalk markings. Upon investigation I discovered a collection of queer esoteric symbols and glyphs — crescent moons, shooting-stars, runes and the like.'

Chapter 25. 'There was no mistaking the entrance to our destination. The limestone lintel, set above the gapping maw, proclaimed this to be the Société de Magi — the fallen republic’s foremost college of alchemy, necromancy and all thaumatological arts.'