The Biting Cold by Mark Henwick

There’s a lot to admire in this creepy, intriguing quasi-vampire novella. I particularly enjoyed the way it unpacks a suitcase full of backstory, gives hints at a wider mythology, all while being an intimate chamber piece. There are two characters essentially – well, two characters who matter anyway - and the story works hard to…

Me, Writing in Note Form, in 2017

Having a busy time of it right now, so I'm doing this week's diary in bullet points. Apologies, hope to be more in-depth next week. Writing things I have done the last seven days: The corrections for my new novel, ready for the editor. I'm aiming to publish in March. Once that's done, I've got…

Rasputin’s Legacy by Lee Jackson

Set in the 1980s and with actual speaking roles for both Gorbachev and Reagan, this is a frothy concoction of super spies, deadly double agents, a scheme to take control of Russia and some stinking fish soup. It’s boy’s own escapism pulled off with the ghostly bearded shadow of Rasputin hanging over every page of…

Me, Trying to look after Myself, in 2017

I’ve been thinking about the pressure I’m placing on myself. I’m relatively new to the indie author game and it has excited my passions. Without a doubt, I’m loving the writing I’m doing now – the process and the results – and I want to keep charging on with it. In my head there are…

Visitor to the Graveyard – part four

The next time he went it was so dark, the slither of moon totally lost behind foreboding grey cloud. Up the winding driveway to the graveyard, the man pushed a wheelbarrow. It clattered and rattled, filled as it was with a shovel, rope, a crowbar, a saw, pliers, piano wire, a machete, a sledge-hammer and…