Cover Art Preview

Cover Art Preview

Well look at how purty this is!

Drawn by the very talented and generous Liz, more details to come soon along with links to her website. 🙂

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“New Damascus”: Preview

And a small word from me first.

This is the first writer’s blog I’ve ever had where I’m using my actual name and…my…is it big and echo-y in here. Sort of frightening to dip your toes into the very large waters of the internet where people can fall away in obscurity under massive heaps of grumpy cats, videos of testicular trauma and angry reviewers of…well – anything!

But here we go – I’ve set up this blog as a way to show off my writing, share some of my opinions and hopefully be able to have some really good conversations with all of you. I have a new novella which I will be publishing in ebook format with Smashwords, hopefully by the end of the month. As things get set up, like the cover art (which hopefully I can share soon, it is in its final stages with the artist), and decoding Meatgrinder – here’s a little teaser on what is to come.

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The Fifth Rider:

New Damascus

PROLOGUE:

“New Damascus was a place of desert and mountain. It was a town suffering from a dark sickness, where trouble always stopped by to holiday, and strange, perverted things happened and were endured with silence. Livestock gave birth to stillborn or deformed young. Blood appeared in the well. Children disappeared. Men were overcome by episodes of dark, manic rages not even found at the bottom of a flask.

“It was the preacher man in the town who finally took matters into his own hands after a New Damascus woman gave birth to a strange, dead child that looked more like a coyote pup than a person. Some say it was the Preacher’s. Some say the problem was that it wasn’t. What is certain is that he went into the desert without any food, only one water-skin and a small pistol for rattlesnakes, and stayed in the wild for seven days and seven nights.

“No one knows exactly what kind of praying he did in the sand and rocks, but what answered his call certainly wasn’t God. Most are convinced he was praying for help. But what came were the black riders. They didn’t bring a kind hand. They were there to euthanize New Damascus.

“Sometimes they look like scarred gunslingers with wide-brimmed hats on their heads. Sometimes they look like ghosts of old Apache chiefs, though everyone knows they exist by no man’s creed. Mostly they’re described as tall, with hooded black robes that cover their faces. Riding Death.

“New Damascus was destroyed. The Preacher never found. Most likely, the black riders killed him as well in their cleansing of the town. He may have put a bullet through his head when he saw his home burning before him. Only a few whisper that when the deed was done, the black riders hunted him down, bringing with them a fifth horse for him to sit a top of and that he rides with them today.

“Those who whisper that, say that it isn’t dangerous to believe in the black riders. It is dangerous when they believe in you.”

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Hello

If you’ve arrived at this page you must be interested in my writing!

Because obviously a writer with an arts degree that hasn’t provided any use so far, an unashamed geek (of all things comic, TV, film, and Time Lord), meme enthusiast and general rambler is soooo original on the Internet. I mean, it must have been easy to find me right?

Well either way you’re here now. Sit down, feel free to browse, have some tea and ignore the thumps coming from inside the closet. Trust me…it’s better for everyone this way…