The Sense of Danger

When Iris sat on a train to her new job at the Institute of Historical Research in Germany, she was picturing a relaxing time ahead of her, with heavy history books on her lap. And a few weeks later, she was proven wrong. One of her closest colleagues, a young man named Gert, wanted to study the ideas of Neo-Nazism in a rather practical manner; by going “undercover” in a Neo-Nazi group. When Iris heard that, she got the feeling of danger in her gut. And shortly after that, she was proven right. The next weeks were far from relaxing.

The Shadow of the Poppy

Within the ranks of a beleaguered army, hearts and thoughts turn towards home. A whole generation of young men, torn asunder by ravages of war, tormented by what would become known as the ‘Devil’s Breath’. From the rats that scampered around the dying, to the machines of steel trampling everything under their rolling treads, to the flying bullets and double-edged bayonets, the barbed-wire fencing and blood-curdling screams, ‘no man’s land’ became representative of hell.
As the demons of war raged around them, many a young man sat with a pen between their shaking fingers to write their fears: their desperation over a life that was fading…

The Shadow World

This book follows the character Achraf as he travels through a strange and mysterious world inspired by real events happening in our own world. As he navigates this unknown place, he must break free from the constraints that weigh down his soul and mind and question everything around him in order to understand the truth. Along the way, the reader is invited to join Achraf on this journey and be cautious not to become unprepared. It is unclear if this world is a maze, vortex, magic manuscript, or map, but it is certain that once you enter, there is no going back. The ultimate question remains: who knows the truth and how can it be known? The book also encourages readers to think critically about the theories and ideas presented in the real world and to approach them with a patient and honest exploratory spirit.

The Shattered Realms Book 1: The Great Army

Follow Rogan’s epic journey from being mistaken for a prince and taken captive by the Orsk, a brutal race at the tender age of ten. Five years have passed, and his desire to escape is consuming him, but first he must become one of them, the chief of his own warband, and even then, his journey is only just beginning. Will he prevail against all the odds to become that which his destiny demanded of him?

The Shepard

A victim is found in a Chicago dentist chair, his tongue has been removed and his body mutilated. There is a note from someone calling himself ‘The Shepard.’ Detective Mike Church and Scott Willis from the Ultra-Violent Crimes Taskforce arrive on the scene. They have never witnessed anything like this. There is no evidence and nothing pointing them towards a suspect. How will they catch this madman? Will they catch him before the bodies start piling up? In The Shepard’s world, there are only two types of people, good and evil. He sees it as his duty to rid the world of scum that have gotten away with their sins for far too long. He is the saviour for those who have no voice. He is The Shepard.

The Ship Called The Pharaoh

"Populate or Perish" was the mantra after World War II as Australia sought to boost its population through immigration. This gripping story follows the lives of two young sisters as they embark on a journey of hope and opportunity, leaving behind war-torn and debt-ridden England for the promise of a better life in Australia. But as they navigate the challenges of a new country and grapple with the harsh realities of the immigration process, they are forced to confront the tragedies and heartbreak that come with the consequences of their choices. With a backdrop of a world in turmoil and a nation in flux, this novel explores the human cost of political decisions and the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity.

The Signature Killer

The crosshairs of the rifle scope were focused on a spot just behind the left ear. Before taking the shot, the assassin picked up a pair of binoculars to scan the area to be sure the shot wasn’t going to be interrupted. He was looking at two men sitting at a small table outside a pub in Dublin, Ireland, each having a pint. Re-focusing the rifle scope, he took the shot. A small hole appeared just behind the left ear of the man known to be a high-ranking member of the Irish Republican Army. One eye popped out of his head and bounced off the table to the ground and rolled away. The other eye hung on his cheek by the optic nerve. A gray soup-like material that had been his brains, started to flow from his eye sockets, ears, and nose. As his body slumped over on the table, the other man, a secret member of an IRA opposition group from Belfast smiled and walked away from the table. 320 yards away, Stephen Finn was dismantling his rifle, removing his coveralls and gloves, and placing everything in his custom made briefcase. Stephen left the sparsely occupied building, and got into the stolen car he had waiting. He calmly drove to a small airstrip just outside of Dublin where he left the car, put on his flight suit and climbed into his very technologically advanced, custom designed jet and headed to the United States. After landing just south-west of Boston, Stephen Finn no longer existed. The man that emerged from that jet was now Antonio De Luca with all of the papers to prove he had been born and raised in the United States.

Follow Tony in the next Antonio De Luca Adventure Series Story titled, “Stephany’s Life”.

The Silvercage

Any worker attempting to help an abused and neglected child must gain the victim’s trust – much easier said than done!

The drawing took shape, the thin almost angular face with its little nose, sad mouth, and alert eyes. As I worked on the hair, I could sense Stella’s footsteps, quiet though she tried to make them. A moment later, I was just quick enough to prevent her from snatching the book away from me and only just observant enough to catch the amazement on her face when she saw what I had made of her. I held my work out of her reach and was rewarded by the cry: “Let me see it! Ah, let me have it!”

I gave her the drawing. “I don’t want it torn up, Stella.” She carried it away with her into the bedroom and closed the door.

The Skin Reader and Other Stories

Did you ever think it is possible that a person’s skin can absorb words from the page of a book? Or perhaps that a book can digest a person?

Maybe you haven’t yet heard that a tree can choose whether or not to become a ‘mother’ or that your very old relative may have returned to his youth several times this week?

Even the Covid-19 pandemic, which has affected the human race on a worldwide scale since the year 2020, may have had an extremely unexpected effect on some people, that you probably weren’t aware of.

You are sure to be intrigued and amazed at what can happen within the realms of fantasy. Indeed, within fantasy there are no rules.

As you turn the pages of this small collection of short stories – each very different from the others and yet each with the thread of fantasy running through it – you may find yourself very nearly believing what you have read…

The Skylark

This is a collection of Haiku poems with watercolour illustrations manifested with the heartfelt plea that as one we can regain the balance of nature.

‘What if there is no bird song?’

Then it’s too late. We haven’t listened and we haven’t acted.

‘Greed feeds corruption

 A continual circle

Corruption feeds greed

Disorder then chaos

As everything will dissolve Into entropy.’

The Small Hill

The Small Hill is a sacred place, a healing place, where the ancients buried their dead and holy men came to preach. In the reign of Henry I, a knight stood on the hill, a young warrior straight from the heat of battle and knew the hill and the surrounding land was to be his. A settlement grew and a Norman church with a solid square tower was built on the top.

Over the centuries many who owned the land and many who worked on the land were equally drawn to stand on the hill in front of the tower to look out into the distance. From the knight in the 12th century to Tom, an old retired tenant farmer in the 20th century, men stood on the hill looking out to the horizon, to dream of the future or remember the past, each one feeling the small hill’s spell. 

The Spaceman

Older than all the known stars, June watched the universe turn. He watched too as the old gods failed. Now he is tired and beset with doubt, his effort wasted, his strength to hold back the tide of indifference diminished. But with allies and enemies gathering and those with loyalties beyond his understanding he commits to change.

Against the old order change will be hard. There will be pain before the fruit of his sacrifice is known. But into the ash and darkness and into fear he places hope. It is a hope that will, given its time, bring enlightenment, a hope that will bring relief and a hope that will bring an enduring, steadfast kindness.

Maybe in time then, the curtain will fall.