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

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...

So, this month, thanks to it being my birthday, I did something I've wanted to do for ages I purchased a proper - real proper - microphone.

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.

I'm either going to be called super dedicated to one story or really crazy because I write myself into a loop trying to finish an epic quest

So, I have come upon a bit of a new quandary while writing Surge. As I sat at my café today writing the next instalment....

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

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

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