Tag fantasy

Hedwig & Pigwidgeon

I found these two lovely bookends at a local shop today for the princely sum of £15. I’m thinking of calling them Hedwig & Pigwidgeon even though they aren’t the right types of owls – but with books and owls… Continue Reading →

Literary presents

It was my birthday a few weeks ago and I got some lovely things, including these two fab literary gifts. I’ve had to get them framed and hung on the wall of my little study (which  has altered a bit… Continue Reading →

An Open Fan Letter to Sir Terry Pratchett

I recently started reading Terry Pratchett’s latest book ‘Raising Steam’, with a slightly heavy heart. Not because I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, I knew I would, but because each new book brings us a bit closer to the time… Continue Reading →

Prose – Mistress of the Sea – part 2

He stepped back. Niamh was left with her boat in the middle of a ring of ghostly faces. ‘Finally you are here.’ The voice was cold and bottomless, hissing and crashing from everywhere at once. ‘Who are you?’ said Niamh…. Continue Reading →

Prose – Mistress of the Sea – part 1

The last thing Niamh remembered was drowning, so it came as a surprise when she woke up.  At first she thought she was dreaming. The air had that strange grey sense of a dream. Or being underwater. She held up… Continue Reading →

How I am Very Tenuously Linked to Dr Who

Whilst wandering about the Internet I found a website which lists all the various locations used in the filming of Dr Who (in case you didn’t realise, this is going to be a geeky post – feel free to bail… Continue Reading →

Prose – Hildegard the Wielder

They called her Hildegard the Wielder. At first glance, it was not easy to understand why. She was but a young woman, small and slight, with tangled dark hair and dark, knowing eyes. There was nothing out of the ordinary… Continue Reading →

Poetry – Upon a Bridge, I met a Troll

Upon a bridge I met a troll, his features weary, his countenance droll. His figure squashed into an ill fitting suit, his sharp claws poking from the front his boots. ‘Do you mean me to eat me?’ I inquired, for… Continue Reading →

Prose – Draomen

Her wings hurt. Fear had pushed her to fly further than she should have. It was exhaustion that finally made her land. Now she sat on a grey tooth rock, chilled by a wind off a wide, grey lake. There… Continue Reading →

Happy Star Wars Day!

Here’s a little tale of Star Wars and my family. My brother and I were weaned on fantasy and sci-fi and Star Wars was the tip of the magic mountain. We had toys, books, games – you name it. We… Continue Reading →

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