Free on Nook: Take the Body..

So my book is now in the realms of 'perma-free' and we'll see if that help. So far it's been going good and it's listed everywhere via smashwords. You can download it to read on Branes and noble and if you've already read it and even reveiwed it, do me a favour and review on B&N. it will help me rankings heaps. cheers

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Dungeness: The Boat Graveyard

So a few months ago vicky described to me a place she called 'the boat graveyard'. Of course i wanted to go, this is my blog about it and some pics when i get around to it.

Since i've been in England i've been writing Stormy, which is all about pirates and ships, so i've been doing as much as i can to see old ship. Now Dungeness isn't really that old, or the boats on it aren't but the region has some pretty amazing history.

First the look of it. Imagine a really long 'Beach' beach in the english term meaning a giant beach of pebble stones, wild grasses and flowers, and the cold water sea that streaches all the way to france. Yes you can kind of see it, on a very clear day. The beach itself is beautiful in very haunting way and the boats only make it more so. Scattered along the length of Dungeness are around ten to fifteen small fishing ships, all from the 60-70's i'd say in various stages of going back to the earth.

One very big old one, that looked like it once held five to ten men, all with net ready, was half broken, planks and wood come apart, the hull at the back broken, probably by a strong wind. Many of the others are still whole, tipped to one side, wood faded and rotting away slowly in the thin sunshine.

I went down with David wwho is my new father in law, he came here alot as a boy and it was easy to imagine what this place would have once been like. Each little plot of land was once a family fishing spot. Many sites that once held boats dn't all that is left is a rusted winch where they we're pulled in after a day at sea. There at one time would have been tens and ten of boats on this streach, all working craft, fisher men and families coming for there coastal holiday, in the days before easyjet.

The thing that is almost sad about this place, is the boats. They are well made, clinker bult (i think), well crafted hulls and all hand made. They at one time we're valuable, very valuable and even when they we're hauled up the sand for the last time, to begin there journey back to nature, they could have been sold for something.

The thing i can'tunderstands is why. Yes it looks beautiful and it's a very good reminder of how different life was only a few very short years ago, in a different gerenation, but why not sell them. I later on found out some reasons why.

One story i heard, which was about a shack, not a boat, but i think it must be the same story for a lot of thing and places. An old man owed it, he passed, his only family, cousins, who lived somewhere else. His little shack now left, the grounds, overgrown and forgotten. I feel many of these boats would be the same. Even some that dd have sale signs once, now are too far gone, they are not needed, the fishing industry that was once ehre has gone.

If you can come here, do. It's a beautiufl and haunting place. We only have a few years to enjoy it before the wind and the salt take them it back.

Storm-Breather: A pirate named Shadow: Chapters 1 and 2

Here are the first two chapters of Storm Breather to give you a taste, if you like it and would like to help please go to my Kickstarter.

One: Birth

Her first memory was a storm, or being left out in one. She could still picture it boiling in the sky above her, a dark grey creature of swirling rage. She been taken roughly by the hand and dragged from the lonely metal cage that was her home. The guard was young and was dressed as they we're all dressed, thick leather armor like a tunic with a flared bottom, bare arms and legs, bronze helmet and spear always at their sides. The metal cage, her home , just a box of bars that let the wind and rain in, her bed, a few handfuls of slowly rotting straw.

She was dragged like a dog from the cage, to the top of a stony cliff, that looked out from the island where her cage was. There was a large metal loop hammered into one of the black rocks that jutted up from the dead grass. The guard took the thick metal chain, roughly hammered to the cuffs around her feet, and carefully lashed her to the rock. He didn't smile or laugh, he just stood impassive and still.
‘You’ll learn to love it’ he said and turned, leaving her alone.

He went to stand with two other guards who stood nearby, with bows ready with arrows, not aiming at her but ready, arrows notched to the string.

The child with no name stood looking out to the sea below the cliffs and felt the wind picking up. Soon the rain was pouring down from the angry sky and drenching through her thin, once white tunic. The cold rain chilled her skin, she shivered, bumps raising on her pale skin. She started crying and crying, the tears lost in the rain that flowed down her cheeks.

Why would they do this to her. She wasn’t one of them, she didn't have the powers the others had, she’d die out here like her brother. If she didn’t die tonight, she would in a few days from the sickness. Bad food and wicked cold, she would just fade away in a sick bed of coughing fits, or taken over by the rage, she'd lose her mind. Her own brother had been taken by the rage and smashed his own body on those rocks. She looked down at stony shore below, white tipped waves crashing on them, half expecting to see his broken body down below. That was months ago now and he'd been washed away by the pounding waves, food for the sea.

She felt the wind blow past her face and near knock her down. Her pale blue eyes glared up in anger at the sky and she screamed, cursing it. She was amazed when she felt her own anger reflected back. The storm wasn’t some passive force of nature as she’d always through, but a violent outburst by it. She felt the wind, the rain and cold and felt the malice in it. It was like a living creature that wanted to destroy all it could. She didn’t know why but she laughed, she wiped the tears away and embraced the cold. Chill my skin, kill me she thought, better than being a slave here. She opened her mouth and screamed at the sky.

She screamed and swore at the sky. Bringing all her rage at the life she lived, a prisoner in a tiny cage, family prisoners as well. Just tools to be used. It was all she had ever known.

She knew what they wanted her to do, she knew what they wanted her to be. She’d never felt that it could be true, she never felt the 'pull' as her grandfather called it, but there was no harm in trying. She breathed out slowly and looking out to the storm took a long and steady breath in. She felt the cold air fill her lungs and she breathed it out hard, coughing. Nothing but cold air. It wouldn’t work. Then she thought of the anger, the rage. She breathed in hard but focused on breathing in the emotion not the wind along. She felt it starting to come. She breathed in more and more, taking the soul of the storm, it's angry heart. Her tiny body felt full and powerful, she felt the cold of her skin like a shield of protection and the lightning cracks in the sky her own young wrath. The girl screamed out with force and the wind ripped from her lungs like the frozen breath of a dragon.

She dragged it in again and screamed again and again. The wind ripped from her every time and competed with the very storm for fury. She smiled to herself. It was true, she could be strong and powerful, she need not be afraid anymore. Looking at the storm she knew she could beat it. She breathed out hard and long, emptying her lungs, and then taking a slow breath in focused on pulling it all in. All the angry rage of the dark clouds and rain. She felt the wind die and the sky grow clear and still. Her lungs we’re busting with the power and she couldn’t hold it, she felt the rage inside of her, it was like the storm was the wild animal and her body the prison. It thrashed against her, trying to fight free. Her skin was ice cold and it felt good. She opened her mouth to release the rage and wind but the guard was back. He grinned at her now and placed the drawn blade of his short sword against her throat. She felt the cold of the blade and the pinch of her skin as he pressed it against her neck.

'Keep it in' he said

She wanted to let it go, but knew they would kill her if she failed them. She looked past him and saw the other two arrows now pointed at her, waiting. In his hand the guard held a rough metal mask. It was thick and heavy, carved with runes and a big loop of metal at the top. Closed at the back almost like a helmet. It had a small hatch that would cover her mouth. She screamed and kicked as the man forced the metal mask onto her head and locked it in place. She felt the cold metal closing around her face and head. Only allowing her to see from two small slits, her world shrank to that mask.
Now the mask was on her she could feel the power of it. It was her trap to keep the power in until they needed it, but worse it seemed to strengthen the power, the storm knew it was trapped and fought against her mind and body to be free.

The storm was too strong, it's rage took her mind and changed her. If she could see herself she would have seen her very eyes darken to the deepest brown and her skin start to grow hard and cold like ice. She threw herself at the guard. She clawed at him like an animal herself but he just stood back away from her reach. She fought against the chain unable to reach him. She looked at him though the slits in the mask and tried to scream, the words came out but no wind, it was locked inside her. He just grinned again.

'You'll be our best weapon yet'

Two : The Drunken Maiden

Shadow looked across the scuffed wooden deck of his ship and saw the island ahead,  looming out of the fog like a rocky knife, and smiled to himself. It was a foreboding place, the sea around the island was sundrenched and clear but the island had a dark grey mist that hung around it like a cloak of bad intention. It's jagged cliffs the only thing showing through the grey veil.

‘Why do you smile Captain’ His mate, Jinn, called out.

Shadow, taking the great wooden wheel in both of his hands, swung it hard to guide them closer to the island. His light and nimble ship, The Drunken Maiden, cutting like a knife though the small waves  towards it.

‘We’re going to escape!’ the Captain shouted back to his mate.

 He turned back to look over his water drenched shoulder at the two large ships following them closely behind, too closely. They we’re much bigger, held more sail, had more guns and we’re gaining fast. They smashed  through big waves that would cause his own vessel to shudder. The fucking Ostian navy, just what he didn’t need right now. They we’re too far away from home, which meant they must have been out looking for him, the bounty on his crew and own head had clearly gone up. That wasn’t good. It meant some of his men we’re running their mouths again. They we're wanted for the crimes they bragged about more than the ones they actually committed. The Ostians hated the idea of them just as much as the actual amount they cost them, in stolen goods and burned ships, it was more the idea of them, they gave hope to other slaves and that was very dangerous.
He looked at the large red flags that fluttered behind the ships, a silver crown on a red field and turned his attention back to the island.

‘Looks fine’ He said, knowing it didn't.

The course they’d plotted would bring them as close as they dared to those sheer cliffs. The plan wasn’t to land on the small island but sail past it's rocky face and carry on. The Maiden was much higher in the water and the other ships may beach if they came to close, they also might just be too scared to get so close. He was also hoping for some assistance, the island, storm island, was said to be cursed.

‘There you go’ jinn said and pointed his finger above the island.

 The grey veil of fog had been broken by a bolt of fork lighting and the huge crack of thunder that came with it, the sound rang across the deck and he saw a few of his men shudder in fear.
He laughed aloud and played up to it, being a captain was half skill at the helm and half showmanship, he'd always been told.

 ‘They are welcoming us boys and we’d prefer a few thunder bolts and waves to sitting between those two big bastards and their guns!’

He yelled for the mate to raise more sail and the men scurried up the ropes to do just that. The wind behind them was still strong and they ran fast and hard. He looked back again and saw he had only little time before he was in range of the lead ships twin front cannons. The Ostians had very good guns, very good ships and very good everything, their country was rich in many metals from the ground and they took great pride in their ways of war. They had fitted their pirate hunter vessels with twin front and rear cannons, they had a narrow range of fire but a few good shots would sink a ship like his.

Shadow looked up as he felt the first rain drop on his face, it landed on his cheek and slowly ran down like a tear drop, finally he thought. The sky above the island was turning fierce and black, he could see from the fog a huge storm cloud was brewing above it like a threat, clouds boiling and lightning clashing  inside it.

‘Someone's home’ he yelled, and steered the ship closer to the cliff.

 It was a risky move but one he had to make. There was no way his little 12 cannon ship could face these monsters. It was built for speed and most of the hold was free for goods and men. She was built for boarding merchants and sneaking away, not outright battle. He was good at his craft and would try his luck against one of these big bastards, but not two, they’d rake his little ship to pieces before he made a dent in their thick hulls.

The Maiden cut through the sea as the storm above the island stopped as suddenly as it had begun. It was a frightening sight if not expected. Rolling storm clouds one moments and blue sky the next. He knew what would be coming next. That was just the warning. They we’re getting closer to the main inlet. A small gap in the two huge cliff faces, it was a natural fortress built by the pounding winds. He looked and he though he saw people standing on top of the cliff near the entrance.

 Shadow turned suddenly,  hearing the sounds of a canon fire, the whistle of the shot and the smashing result as it ripped into his cabin below. The sound of splintering wood and glass, his bloody room.  He swore in anger. They had reached him, He looked back again and saw they we’re still a good distance away. Fuck those guns.

Above them a new storm ripped the sky and he felt the wind coming directly down at his ship. The waves ripped from the ocean and over the sides of his small craft, soaking the men with water.
‘Brace you bastards, grab something and hold the course’ he yelled

The rain came down at them from the cliff tops like a sheet and drenched the deck. He heard the terrible wailing of the wind and the awful creak of his main mast. He look as the solid beam took the punishment of the wind and bent slightly. His Maiden flew through the water, much too fast and smashed headlong in the waves ahead, bouncing like a cork.

He heard a cry and saw a man going over, It was Rex, Shadow rang to the side of the ship as the big bastard clung on to the rail. His strong black hands holding on to the sea soaked beam rail of wood. Shadow grabbed his hand and let him pull himself back over, by grabbing onto him like a child. Rex was big man and almost seemed embarrassed as he thanked Shadow and went back to his post.
Shadow went back to the wheel, that was too close if he lost Rex who would row his long boat?

‘Fucking hold on' he yelled, to everyone

 Behind him the canons fired again and missed them by a scarce meter. He ran to the helm and swung the wheel even closer to the cliffs. They we’re so close now he could have thrown a stone and hit them. The hard rock wall whistled past and he hoped his bloody maps we’re right and these waters we’re indeed deep. It was a very dangerous game to sail with no checks on depth just his faith that they we’re going to make it. He looked back again and saw the lead Ostian ship too was ok, it had followed their path near the cliff but they had deep waters near these cliff and it wasn’t hitting bottom.

The captain yelled to his gunner at the stern, they had one small chaser gun and he ran to the crew manning it. It was a small canon mounted in the back railing, that only took three men to man. Ships like his normally wouldn't have one, but his gunner master, Adisa, liked to steal things from other ships and find a way to mutilate his ship and fit them on.

‘Ok boys let's try something, I want you to fire a few shots into that cliff, start a rockslide.’
Adisa  look stunned but just told his men to do it. They wouldn’t hit the Ostain vessel at that range but they could try make the path a bit more dangerous. Adisa took a hold of the muzzle and aimed the canon back at the cliff wall, as the others loaded it with shot, plugged it down and pulled the fuse cord. The small cannon ball leapt for the gun, canon shooting back, but held by the men on the ropes, the shot flew from the gun and smashed into the cliff face a few meters back.  They we're greeted with a shower of rocks, most too small but some large chunks as well. The stones toppled into the water well ahead of the Ostain ship, with a large splash, sinking too deep below. They held their breath as the ship passed over were the rocks had sunk into the water and cruised on by. The Ostain ship fired it's chasers again. Right across the bow just missing them. Shadow felt the wind past his face and near tasted gunpowder in the air.

‘Once more boys, higher this  time' He yelled

One of the others pushed a large wooden wedge under the tip of the gun as they all pulled it up to elevate it. They fired again, within moments, another huge rock pile slid from the cliff and into the water.

He looked back to hear the cheer of his ratty men. They stood drenched in the rain, cold and scared but laughing , as the first huge Ostian navy ship hit the cliffs. The big beast of wood and sail met the stone cliffs hard. It was too low in the water, had hit a rock at the bottom and slammed sideway into the vast rock wall. He heard the shriek of wood on stone as it continued on. Dragging a huge rip through the fine wooden hull. The ship was going down fast to screams that could barely be heard over the waves. He looked away, he didn't need to see more. The storm seemed to lessen and the Maiden pushed further and further away, he grabbed the wheel  and pulled her away from the rocks.

He’d played it loose enough.

The Captain of the other ship had been smarter. His vessel stayed clear of the cliffs and was still coming towards them, penning them in, if it got along side them they would be done. It would be a broadside of twelve large gauge guns against the six of his own stern side volley.
‘What do we do?’ Jinn asked

‘Make for the inlet’ Shadow cried. He'd wanted to have a look at this island, not go running inside, but he only had a few moments before the bigger ship would be on him. Spinning the wheel he guided the Maiden in past the cliff face with just moments to spare. The inlet to the inner part of the island was small but still big enough for three or four ships. If the weather was fine and you weren't going too fast, which its wasn't and he was. The Maiden rocked on the waves and came so close to hitting the other side he turned his head away, but she sneaked past the rocks and into the becalmed bay. The other Ostain ship was much too big and Captained by someone less crazy, so it stayed outside the inlet.

A cheer went up on the deck of the ship as it tacted, retreated across the waves, blocking their exit.  As the Captain looked up the sky and the black storm above, once again, much to suddenly stopped.
‘They are smarter than us’ Jinn said, looking back at the Ostain ship that slowly circled near the entrance of inlet not venturing in.

‘Clearly’ Shadow said, as he watched the small army of people start to run from the jungle and assemble on the beach before them.

Replay - Short story

So i'm going to start writing short stories in one sitting and see what happens.

This is one

Marc almost hated his job now. When he'd been going through law school and taking the direction toward prosecution, he'd imagined himself up the front of a courtroom, convincing a jury that someone was guilty. He knew in hi heart they were, but they'd been smart and left little proof, but his word and manner help convicted the bastard. Now he stood up the front of the courtroom, his fine suit and looked towards the defendant. He was broken and defeated. He was a regular looking man. Tallish, 40 ish, brown hair, accountant type. He'd killed his wife and then sat waiting for the police. Why? why doe anyone do these things. Apparently she was always nagging him, as were they.
The reason he hated his job now was replay. Replay was a revolution in neuro-science. The wonderful brain tinkerers in Japan, had invented a technology, that not only could replay your own thoughts, so you could watch back your wedding or last nights events like watching a movie, it could also play back the last few minutes of a dead persons input, as they called it.
All courtrooms were now fitted with huge screens and his job was just guiding the jury though the bloodshed. His job was now about watching real life horror movies and providing the live commentary
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The feed had started to play, there was even sound input, and the lab boys had sharpened up the image so it was very clear. Still it looked a but shaky, and blurred as she was crying.
The vision opened on them eating dinner, they watched as she slowly cut the food in front of her and the sounds of eating which had been muted a bit, the vision looked up to the husband. He was pointing a knife a her, his eating knife, but in a threatening way.
'i know what you do when i'm not here, i'm out working every day and your here whoring yourself to the neighbors, i see the way he smiles at me, thinks he's so smart'
'please john not again, your just acting so crazy' she said back
Marc speaks up, as the view changes. Her husband provoked by her words leaped across the table and stabbed her. The knife going into her as she looked down and watched it. The jury let out a collective cry.

'as you can see the defendant killed his wife in a fit of jealousy, she'd be hospitalized three times before and he had a known history of mental illness' he said

On the screen, she dropped to the floor of their dinning room, gripping her chest as the blood flowed around her hands. Her watching as her life dripped away.

He needed a new job, you didn't even need a law degree to do this. He hated replay, it had taken over the world. Law enforcement was only one of the fields it was used in. The biggest hit was to the porn industry, why would people watch strangers when they could watch their own greatest hits. Travel was down, jut relive the trip you took, three years ago. People just watched there own lives over and over, and if he had to see another fucking three hour long clip on facebook of someones night out, in full length, he'd go crazy.

The judge looked down at him, it was a look he knew, he barley had to say it.

'we ask for a guilty verdict'

The only part he liked about this, was the defense. Previously defense lawyers were happy to represent scum criminals. They would hid behind saying they though they were innocent or not thinking about it. Now it was in front of their faces, not only that the jury saw it all. He was surprised he even plead innocent, 90% of cases plead guilty if there was 'replay' evidence.
The lawyer for the other side stood up and walked to the front. He looked up, the tech had left the last scene frozen, the pool of blood and her looking up at her killer, his face distorted i rage. He waved to him and it went blank.

'what would drive a man to do this, to his lovely wife. This shows to me a man who is unstable, who needs our help, i certainly can't say eh didn't do it, only that their were reasons, even if only in his mind, we seek a sentence of mental evaluation and a sentence to a psychiatric center.' he sat down
Marc got one more rebuttal, he was surprised, he'd gone for that, they had two charges, manslaughter and assault with intent to kill, also the judge could still give a weak sentence. He looked at the man and he looked weak, he was one of those three years for a rape, five for a murder types. Marc felt a fire in his belly, he'd get this bastard.

He stood 'it is said that 1 in four people suffer from mental illness. I'm sure all of us have know someone who was effected by depression or the like and maybe even in our own lives had to overcome hard times. Doe that mean 1 in 4 have a right to kill? was this man seeking treatment? no was he trying to get help? no. He put his wife in the hospital three times before this and never once asked for help, he asks for help now, says it wasn't his fault, but i ask you to help the women who was on the screen. Helen Jones, 37,  help her get justice she didn't find in life.
He sat down and smiled, he felt good. He looked over at the defendant and saw hatred, that felt good to. Maybe he still was needed. The jury was lead out and they were led back in in less than five minutes. That was good for him and happened a lot. The time saved for the legal system, was the only good thing about replay.

The judge looked to them 'foreman, your verdict'

A young women stood and read it out 'we find te defendant guilty of both counts and ask to make a plea to the judge' she said

It was new system, but gave jury a bit more power over weak judges.

'the plea?'

'we ask for the maxim sentence'

Minimal profit businesses - we need them now

In England right now good old ' Southern Rail' is failing apart, at least 20% of service are delayed, many don't show up at all. As an Aussie over here i really can't believe how bad the rail system is. Sure the tubes go everywhere, but as an example. It costs more than Forty pound to go a similar distance from Ballarat to Melbourne, when back home it would cost around 9 bucks. Both are private companies, one just gives a good service.

When i was growing up, my dad worked for the SEC, the state electric company, he used to say every year prices went up with inflation. Now it's more like 10% a year. It makes me think there are certain industries that people just shouldn't profit from. If you want to make money, run a bar, a restaurant, make a game or movie. Don't run an essential service. It's getting out of hand, private prisons? private trains and things we need for our daily lives. I know people say a company can run more efficiently than a government department and that is true is most cases, but i feel things like the train, power, water, police, garbage, health, education aren't things people should be aiming to make money from.

I used to run my own ethical businesses. No sweatshop and that kind of thing. I thought this would help make the world a better place. Now i see that not only do we need businesses with good practices, We need some that decided that 10% profit is enough and focus more on the service, staff and expansion.

We live in a very different world than we once did. The rise in crowd funding has given us a chance. What i would like to see is consumer run businesses. Can you imagine if all of England commuters crowd funded and bought Southern Rail. They could run it on a low profit model. They could increase wages, lower ticket prices, make the service better and focus on making it more environmentally friendly. Shareholders would be system users, they would gain a small reward of money, share dividends, but the min reward would be good service and much cheaper travel, share holders could get free travel as part of investment.

Governments of the world will not stop selling their assets or privatizing. They seem to think this is the best idea they have ever had, Indeed most of these assets have already been sold. What is needed now is a new generation of capitalist and business owners, who want to run big companies and deliver big services, but will gain more satisfaction from having a great service and expanding and buying out competitors than by having a billion to give to people who don't use the companies service and care not for what it does or who it does it.

The modern company needs to have different goals, that simply making the most profit. Delivering a great service, but also employing a lot of people in good conditions at a good price. What would the world look like if the majority of companies judged their success, by the good they had done for the world and their staff and not their profit reports? Business is the most powerful force in the world, more than even getting elected and changing laws, changing the business culture is key. I would encourage you all, to find a problem and solve it. These business can be small to start, they can pay you a good wage and make money, but at a certain point the money comes back to growth and hiring people. Look to crowd funding for support, lets try and find a new way of doing business and start cleaning up this mess.

Brexit: it's done get over it

So i'm an Australian who is living in the UK. I'm married now to my wonderful English girl, but still have to leave for 6 months, come back and apply for a visa. Life has been made harder by visa hurdles, but it's what you expect, you want to live somewhere, you'll have to apply for a visa.

So Brexit has come and I couldn't vote but I supported Leave strongly. I have lots of reasons I supported it, but now i'm being bombed by social media and the news papers, all doom and gloom and telling me i'm an idiot who will ruin the country. 

The main point I want to make, and I am happy to outline why I supported leave, if anyone cares, is that the people voted and Leave won, now it's far from fair to try derail that, or make the people that voted for it feel like shit. The people I know who voted leave and their were lots of them, knew that things would suck in the short term. The money markets got it wrong, so the dollar has dropped, people are scared so the market gets effected, but in the long term it will be much better.

The major thing  find strange is that being a member of the EU is at it's heart undemocratic. An elected official makes a law, which is then overturned by the EU and that's ok? The future is now the countries to take. They can form bounds with anyone they want, deals and trade with the whole world and Europe. Please if you voted Remain, I know you're scared but try get over it, help the country move forward and for goodness sake don't try overturn an decision by the majority of the people just because you don't agree with it. Where will the world be when a bloody referendum gets overturned?

I guess i can start calling myself a writer now

So a few years ago now, it's a lot longer when i think about it than it feels. Four years, probably. I decided to write a novel. I'd always read heaps and heaps, and done short stories and always wanted to be a writer when i grew up, but by then i was around 29 and hadn't done F-all.

So i had this idea, it started off a bit different. Person sacrifice someone to demon, demon say no and opt to serve the victim, they get all their memories and talents. at first, seth was a kid and the wolvern was actually a young girl with animal teeth. I like this better.

So now i write this, my third book is out on Amazon. I'm spending my days living in the UK, and writing like mad for my next series. I've done book one and elbow deep in book two, should be good, all slave pirates, vikings and creepy sea monsters.

It's crazy, it doesn't feel like four years since i started, i now have very different issues. I worry about sales and sales, not can i actually do this and getting the words out. I want to thank anyone who has bought my book, and especialy those that got all three and actually care about old setho and friends. Don't worry book three is probably the best in the series.