Denvy was surprised by Ryojin’s strength as the indigo Kattamont grabbed his arm to help him navigate the press of bodies blocking...

Jarvis shivered under the winter coat borrowed from Nixlye’s collection. It was not the chill of the morning air...

Clive’s bountiful energy had returned. It was as though it had never left. Denvy chuckled, watching the boy tumbling on the large bed beside

The touch had been gentle, sending Denvy drifting back to a time he could barely recall. A hazy place in his mountains of memories stored...

Denvy had not been able to dream since the yoke had been firmly locked around his neck. It had drained him of all dreamathic abilities.

The remains of the happy little camp Jarvis had left earlier that morning was strewn around his feet. His optical analysis came up...

The ground of Utillia was terrifying. Even the islands moved constantly to an offbeat that made Ki’b uneasy.

Sabikui Bisco - or Rust Eater Bisco if you'd prefer it's English title - is one of the anime 'gems' of this season in my usually really bias

Jarvis was sure he was back in the box that had imprisoned him. The Human part of him was frightened...

Denvy breathed heavily through his aching air-gills. His body was decaying faster than he had anticipated. The trip over the Ovin-tu...

Chapter One. Aaldryn dashed lightly across the sand, the fine grains roasting his foot-paws despite them never touching the surface for long

I've spoken a bit about adaptations in my "Stories that Made Me" series - but recently it's been something that has been cropping up in...

Last night I was an observer to a really great sci-fi story. Fully fleshed out characters, settings and plot all rolled into a dream.

It became obvious rather quickly that Little Doc had performed the boarding process several times before and partook in it now....

So, the other day I was sitting down to write the next chapter of Surge and I suddenly realised that I had no idea of the internal structure

The sword hissed by Tyrin’s ear. With a twist he glided past the swing, allowing his bare foot-paws to carry him...

Tyrin bounced eagerly down the long hallway towards the departure room. It was always a treat to visit the shipyards....

Light glossed over a round bed and the tiny curled up figure therein.

Prologue Grass, between my toes. I sink into the dampness, crushing the thin blades, and delight in the warm mud that oozes against my skin