Tag: Blood Gift Chronicles

Bookish Autumn Shades

October 28, 2026

Autumn is underway, with tree crown displays of bronze coloured leaves revealing a spectrum of flaxen yellow and crimson red. Crisp afternoons mean that a cosy writing room can be the perfect place to settle, for the all-important task of tightening the edits on Blood Gift Chronicles Book 3. Transformation weaves through major plot themes, and I’m excited to bring this story to fruition.

I’m also excited by a recent publication of my short story, Blighted Blighty, published in the anthology entitled, The Seam in the World. The anthology is available to buy. Click here. Expect familiar domesticity blended with weird uncertainty, in a story featuring a day in the life of a character facing an unexplained and uncanny fungal sky.

I was asked by the publisher to expand on my reasoning. The following are my replies:

Why mushrooms as your apocalypse of choice?

An organism belonging to its own separate biological kingdom, genetically closer to animals than plants, breathers of oxygen, able to communicate as suggested by the wood-wide web interconnected through mycelium, and in effect able to travel through the spread of mycelium and spore dispersal… And so I thought, in the event of a decaying socio-political climate, a pick-and-mix mushroom apocalypse would deliver a suitably uncanny dose of cosmic dread.

Is “Blighted Blighty” commenting on anything specific happening in Britain today?

Blighted Blighty reflects on polarized political framing, in particular in relation to continued debate over the refugee crisis, and the attempts of the previous government to enact cruel policies, sending asylum seekers arriving to the UK on flights to Rwanda. As divisive politics continue, Blighted Blighty explores the possibility of the natural world exacting its own karma.

In further publishing news, I was delighted to have a haiku series entitled ‘Autumn’ published in a much-loved local poetry anthology, Outposts.

And in other news, conventions have been a wonderful chance to get out and about, meet readers, and join in with discussions of the day. Although, joining WorldCon 2026 online meant venturing out from the comfort of my writing room. This year’s panel topic for me was about the writing process, a discussion that brought together so much of what I talk about with new writers as I go along. And it was also lovely to host a table talk, to chat about the intersections of creativity, and the inspiration behind novels that have been a part of my life for many years. Thank you to all those who came along to find out more about my work.

There is a lot to unpack with all of the great panel discussions, including those I was involved in at a more recent convention in Bristol this past weekend. Writing panels have been a popular choice of late, as well as character development, and how we build the narrative on these epic story arcs. I was grateful also for conversations about the place of wisdom in our stories, from wise characters of all ages, and the well-thought-out reflections we as authors bring. More on that another time. Of course no convention would be complete without returning with purchased reading material.

The quiet of evening is drawing in and so I will close for now, and leave you with a breath-of-fresh-air memory of a day trip to Tintagel, on the dramatic North Devon coast. Steeped in stories of old, among succulent-covered slopes and fabulous views, King Arthur was looking mighty fine, a seal was bobbing and fishing close to shore in the waves, pigeons were roosting in Merlin’s cave, and in further caves along the beach, three song thrush flitted and sang. Lovely, and wind-swept.

Wishing everyone a great rest of the week.

Colours of Summer

June 30, 2026

Mid-summer in the UK and the recent heatwave has been hot hot hot, but work continues and book fairs bring a chance to meet new readers, and enjoy wonderful surprise encounters. I was lucky enough to share a morning coffee with Clem So, the actor from Star Wars, Mission Impossible, Bond films, etc… etc… Such an interesting career he has had. I was way too shy to ask for a selfie, but great conversation, including sharing thoughts on my own work, with the political messaging of characters working to overturn systems of oppression. If art can be a form of resistance, it can also be a form of creation, and among the colours of a fantasy backdrop that’s what I seek to do, work with characters who are creating the conditions for a world of equality and freedom, for the people, and for the natural world.

Meanwhile at home the flowers are growing, bringing much needed colour after the sad news of losing Tiggy, a twenty-year-old cat who sadly passed away. She arrived with us just ten months ago, and soon became accustomed to the life of a writer. Now she leaves a space that can’t be filled.

From a feline presence to birds, and the fledging sparrows are more confident than ever, heading close to the door, a reminder for more seed. While nearby on the river, cygnets are getting used to life, eagerly checking out passersby. It’s lovely to see so much wildlife.

A trip to the beach is always a refreshing sight, to clear the head, help turn the page, as I move between several projects. The edits of Blood Gift Chronicles Book 3 are in, time to pick up some poetry and art, before early drafting on the next novel.

More events news coming soon too. Poetry shares are regular, as are book fairs, but more is on the horizon.

Lastly, but by no means least, a special message to all those who celebrate, remember, campaign or dare to dream…

Wishing you a very

HAPPY PRIDE

Dragons, Lions & a Springtime Update

May 20, 2026

With spring underway I have a number of creations to share news of. Firstly, my new painting inspired by Return of the Mantra, Blood Gift Chronicles Book 1, featuring the mountain lions of Shendi, or so the stories go…

It is a land that has long suffered drought, after the natural world was forsaken for crystal mining. Delving into the old tribal ways of mythology and folklore, Suni’s journey coincides with a fight to reclaim the natural world, and so begins this trilogy. As the series progresses, new lands are explored, revealing other forces at play in this interconnected world. Decades later (in the story) and book 3 (coming soon) will reveal just how far we’ve come, including the true face of dragons in an origin story that brings it back home, incorporating some heartfelt appearances from early characters now grown.

And did you spot the dragon? It arrived all the way from the Dragonlands, first told in The Warder, Blood Gift Chronicles Book 2. More news from my series coming soon…

In other publishing news, two poems are featured in anthologies this month. Firstly, The Power of Place is a tribute to the East Devon landscape, including the Jurassic coast, inspiration behind my featured poem, ‘Cosmic Sand.’

Available to buy – click here.

And I’m delighted to have my poem ‘The Long Dawn’ published in ‘Destinations’, created by Flight of the Dragonfly with selections made by the University of Brighton. My poem pays tribute to the river Exe, and a very special heron.

Available to buy – click here.

In other news, we are in the midst of the season of PRIDE here in the UK. With that in mind, a special mention to some sci-fi/fantasy titles with lgbtqia+ leading characters, fabulous supporting characters, queer worlds, and the themes that continue to reflect and inspire positive change.

Lastly I will leave you with a breath of fresh air with some recent signs of spring here in the south west: from playful ponies on Dartmoor, to Slimbridge Wetlands and White Fronted Goslings bringing cuteness overload – enjoy…

News from Eastercon 2026

April 7, 2026

At the end of a fabulously inspiring, thought-provoking, story-telling, bookish weekend in Birmingham for Iridesence 2026, Eastercon’s 77^th exploration of all things SFF. Conversations were varied, and some were particularly impactful, including the idea of story-telling as a form of activism. In a world where imagination and hope are not separate, stories have the potential to inspire the work to create change, after all, if stories can reflect the world, in turn the world can reflect stories. These thought provoking conversations were well-demonstrated by examples such as We Will Rise Again, a new anthology by Karen Lord, which is now high on my to read list. As part of this conversation, it’s also relevant to consider the role of stories in helping to endure challenging times, to offer sanctuary and aid resilience in a changing world.

While imaginative tales take flight, they can also be grounding. Folklore was born from a desire to explain the unexplainable, bringing gods and tricksters to narratives to rationalise a complex world: folktales, myths and legends that bind people together to make sense of outside dangers, as well as to stay connected and rooted in cultural heritage, a form of resistance to powers that might seek to do harm to culture. Folklore as resistance preserves cultural identity, a form of activism in and of itself. For those of us who invent myth and legend in created worlds, we recognise the essential nature of its presence in fully realising the complexities of a new world. In writing Blood Gift Chronicles, creating folklore was a highlight for me, feeding into the rich tapestry of colour to create organically grown tales. Back to the conversation and folklore discussions inspired a purchase of two more editions to The Green Man series by Juliet McKenna.

A topic I particulary enjoyed as a panelist was on the subject of libraries, an expansive topic which ventured into the library greats of SFF, as well as the plight of real-world libraries, the challenges being faced, how those challenges are being met, and mostly just how fabulous and entirely necessary libraries are. For any questioning the significance of libraries, we might consider a world without them. It’s a concept explored in Ursula Le Guin’s novel, Voices, the second part in the Annuls of the Western Shore series. The story is set in a city once known for beautiful libraries, universities, canals and bridges, before the city was invaded and the occupation began. Now the place is desolate, driven by hunger and fear, with the colours of cultural fabric lost, or so we assume. But a mysterious library was kept hidden and safe, a place watched over by the WayLord. The library is discovered by the main character, a girl called Memer. The Waylord teaches Memer how to read, and as she devours whispering books that line tall towering shelves, unravelling the truth of her cultural identity from the safe sanctuary of the library, we see the importance of these spaces, and the power of the written word.

The power of the written word, and the importance of historical documenting, is a theme in The Warder, Blood Gift Chronicles Book 2. A number of historical volumes are missing in the Chamber of Scrolls, which begs the question, why, what history is being erased. It’s a relevant theme of the times today, the reclamations of history from marginalised people, as well as the current conversations about censorship. These themes were the inspiration behind the storyline in my novel, with the disappearing of historical records, what that means, and how it impacts the cultural fabric as well as individual lives.

And so I come full circle, with story-telling as a form of activism, folklore and storytelling the fabric of cultural heritage, and the magic of libraries housing the magic of stories, all this and more celebrated in a fabulously inspiring story-filled space.

And the last word goes to the Canada Geese currently resident on the lake nestled central to the built up space of the NEC and surrounds. I was grateful for this blooming burst of wildlife in amongst the built up business, delighted by the company of waddling geese as I caught a breath of fresh air alongside the water’s edge. It’s why I layer wildlife into my stories, because it matters, because this home is their home, and because it makes us all feel better.

Wishing everyone a great week ahead.

The Magic of Writing

February 22, 2026

I am caught in the magic of creating, and the wheels are turning. Among the day-to-day, and the necessary considerations of balance, projects are moving forward, points of fruition are on the horizon, and I am enraptured by the process. One such project is the third instalment of my fantasy project Blood Gift Chronicles, COMING SOON. I took the necessary time, allowed the ideas to percolate, the characters to mature, and now the end is in sight. I am excited. And I am excited to reveal more surprises that I’ve been working on for the series. Soon.

Working in fantasy, magic is a running theme. Where some consider magic to be associated with powers that do not occur in the natural world, in my work I look for the magic to feel like extensions of the natural world. It maintains an organic feel, drawing on ethereal spaces, dreams and the spirit world, and the power of words. It is also a world I created, and so the rules of what I consider to be natural are something I can play with: the magic can be big, and explosive, shape-shifting and extraordinary, while not losing touch with the quiet natural order that the characters are steadfastly working to return to. Because nature itself is magic, a place from which to be inspired, and a place to return to.

There is magic that is passed down in bloodlines, magic that is performed as ritual, both in groups and individually, magic used to change form, to communicate, to forge connection through the ages. There is magic that is enabled through powerful amulets, and magic that is driven through belief and emotion. I think fondly of the character Suni in Return of the Mantra, facing tragedy, being cast out alone into a dangerous world, feeling the weight of responsibility as she must feel her way against the odds, to survive, and to realise and accept that she is gifted. She is a dreamwalker, a gift that remains and establishes itself through the series, fostering connection with those she loves and in particular with a young friend who she watches over.

To better explain, I’ll hand you over to Suni. The following is an extract from The Warder, when we first meet Suni again, ten years later from when we left her at the end of Return of the Mantra. Enjoy…

THE WARDER

Chapter Ten – EXTRACT

MY MOTHER HAD BEEN A dreamwalker, a gift passed from mother to daughter. We were separated for years before she died, but she had always been able to reach me in my dreams. It was only after she died, ten years ago, that I realised the gift had found its way to me.

I see the mists of Serafay at the edge of my dreams, mists only the dead or a dreamwalker can know. How to navigate the mists is still a mystery even to me; it just is. Sometimes I think the destination lies rooted in desire. My mother had missed me, worried for me, a longing that had led her to me. My own nightly ventures took me to the dreams of my young friend, Wanda; a gifted boy I had known since he was an infant. Ours was a bond formed during an extraordinary journey we had once shared.

Much had changed since then, and the distance between us meant I couldn’t visit often. A boy gifted to speak the tongues of animals, he lived among wildlife in the valley beyond the mountains, while I had returned to my coastal hometown. I thought of him often, worried about him. I was aware that his relationship with Ntombi, my old friend, was not as it should be. I was thankful for my gift, reassured by my visits into his dreams.

ONE NIGHT I CLOSED MY eyes and drifted from the waking world, descending into sleep. Random colours and images of everyday life came and went, but I drifted on through until the colours drained to grey, and I was standing before the wall of mist. I stepped in, abandoning caution, and surrendered to my gift.

In the thick grey haze, the air was still and cool. I walked blind, deeper into the mist where ghosts crossed my path. They appeared oblivious to me, sometimes walking straight through me, leaving the cold of their presence lingering on my skin. Whilst my mother was at peace, ghosts aimlessly wandering Serafay had mournful, despairing eyes.

I felt a change in the air; a slight breeze brushed against my hand. I held out my hands, finding the direction, and turned to walk into the breeze. It was always the same, the mist showing me the way. The breeze grew stronger the further I went into the tunnel of moving air that was hidden from the dead. Among the swirling tones of grey, a window of colour appeared up ahead. I walked towards it, unsure of where it would lead. The only certainty was the dreamer; it was always Wanda I came to when I walked out of Serafay.

I stepped out of Serafay to find myself in Juna’s cave. Wanda was there, his back to me, sitting with legs dangling over the overhanging shelf, head cocked as he looked out over the grasslands. I stepped around the burnt-out fire and went to him. The sun was shining down as I stood next to him on the ledge, but the cold of Serafay lingered.

I crouched down and looked at his face. He never saw or heard me in the dream world. Sometimes I’d see him appear unresponsive to anything as he gazed intensely into space. This time was different; only the whites of his eyes were showing. I put a hand on his arm, reassured by the warmth of his body that felt like a shock against the cold of mine, and looked out across the landscape. Where are you? Startled by a shrill call overhead, I glimpsed a circling hawk, before Serafay came to claim me.

Happy New Year 2026!

December 31, 2025

As 2025 draws to a close, cold winter months provide the perfect setting for those moments of reflection. It’s crisp and cold out there, but look closer and you will find nature’s treasures, offering a sturdy base for sure footing.

And so I’m listening to the Japanese paper bush with its bare branches and snow white winter blooms; and the climbing jasmine, flowering its yellow stars; to the growing hebes, sporting purples and silvers all year round; and the star magnolia tipped with soft furry buds; to the sleeping hydrangeas and cherry blossom, restful and brown; and the honeysuckle giant, splaying and pluming with bulging red berries, welcoming birds far and wide; to the hellebores, tipped with white bells that might just faintly chime; and the visiting birds, filling their bellies and gathering for nests; while the hedgehog sleeps sound.

And by the water, time to reflect, at riversides and seasides where flocking geese arrive for warmer climes.

As a writer, I journey alongside a number of creative pathways, including the unfolding world of Blood Gift Chronicles. It has been a year of creative output, of journeying, of sharing, and there are some wonderful highlights. I’m hugely grateful for all those I’ve met along the way; fellow writers, readers, and those who create space and platforms to share and be inspired.

From Belfast to Brighton, conventions continue to be busy, bustling, happily tiring, inspiring places to network, discuss, meet and share. Every time someone new is inspired to pick up my books is a gift, and in the pages I hope they discover the gift there for the taking. We write to reflect, to find words for the pathways, to shine a light on the injustices, to problem solve the solutions, to have fun, to create worlds, to entertain, to inspire, to support, to empower, to bring colour, so much colour.

And as writers, in turn we are inspired by the stories of others. Visiting Belfast and the wider surrounds of Northern Ireland is storybook country in itself, with Game of Thrones now embedded into the fabric, a hugely inspiring ground from which to navigate the SFF worlds on offer at this year’s convention. Not forgetting the real life history of a complex place, as well as the story of the Titanic, a bold statement on Belfast’s waterfront.

Brighton too was a special trip, not least for the storms battering the sea front, which added atmosphere to a swelling community of SFF lovers, including wise words from Joanne Harris: ‘Fantasy is the secret language of the sub-conscious.’

Locally, South Hams Lit Festival was wonderful to be a part of, as well as Return of the Mantra featured on Plymouth’s Ferndale Radio show as book club read of the month. Huge thanks to Mimi, the radio host, for welcoming me into the studio to discuss the breadth of inspiration behind the novel, and for sharing readers’ reviews as well as her own thoughts. Of course I have what inspired the writing, the places, the worlds, the characters, but it’s always fascinating to hear what the stories mean to readers, what visions it conjures up in their minds. For Mimi the visions were reminiscent of places she has known from her mixed cultural heritage, which she shared in generous depth. I aim to be a visual writer, and hearing her enthusiasm for all the story had conjured for her, felt to be an honour and a privilege. Now I’m looking forward to returning to the studio in the New Year, when The Warder will feature as book club of the month.

Throughout the year I have shared many titles I have enjoyed reading. Meanwhile my to-read pile grows. Here are just a few titles waiting patiently on the shelf.

And Book 3 of Blood Gift Chronicles draws near, with an extra special surprise in store too, so stay tuned.

This is my journey as one year closes and another year opens, and I’m filled with gentle optimism, inspiration, and colour.

Wishing you a gift-filled, peaceful and joyous New Year.

Happy New Year 2026!

World Fantasy Convention 2025

November 3, 2025

It’s the morning after a wonderfully busy weekend in Brighton, at World Fantasy Convention 2025. Big skies topped a windy and rainy sea shore coloured with a wintry Brighton Palace Pier, alongside the remains of a burnt-out west pier: history slicing the present. Tucked away from 70mph winds that battered the Sussex coast, in a seafront hotel overlooking a dramatic sea, story worlds unfolded with colour and magic, exploring the weird, the horror, and venturing into the furthest reaches.

It was an honour to be on the programme, to share readings, and to join in with panel discussions talking representation, personal influences, as well as how we approach writing outside of our personal experience. With my series incorporating several characters with disabilities, it was great to share in the reminder of the need for positive representation and how we go about that.

The fantasy ecology panel was also a highlight for me. Wildlife and the environment are backdrop themes through my series, Blood Gift Chronicles, the flora and fauna layered into the worldbuilding, and into main themes around exploitation of the natural world and its people. Backdrop wildlife is largely familiar, created with a recognisable science logic, until it ventures into magic and the fantastical, further illuming the colour. It’s interesting to consider the larger than life aspects that highlight the themes, revealing the shadows, providing platforms to inspect and reflect, creating possibility, venturing to the furthest reaches of imagination. There are inventive creatures inspired by the story, and there are those venturing into familiar territory, perhaps. Various kinds of dragons come with a unique flavour, some rooted in the magic system, some created through the lens of science, all following the lore of Blood Gift Chronicles.

And following inspiring, thought-provoking panels, a chance to read from The Warder, Blood Gift Chronicles Book 2, to share in my love for these characters, and the gifts and curses that connect them to each other, and to the multi-faceted world. As work progresses on the third instalment, it was great to spend time with my publishers as we look ahead for what’s next in the series. With plans for next year in progress, there’s lots to look forward to.

And so I start a new week inspired, as I sit at my desk and get back to work. For now I will leave you with a quote from author, Joanne Harris, best known for her novel, Chocolat, who opened the convention: ‘Fantasy is the secret language of the sub-conscious.’

Wishing everyone a wonderful week ahead.

For the Love of Books #36

September 30, 2025

It’s been a bookish kind of day in more ways than one, with a trip to Plymouth and Ferndale radio for a show celebrating books, books, and more books. Alongside two other authors, conversation illumed and inspired, and for my part, it was wonderful to bring a slice of fantasy, talking Blood Gift Chronicles, inspiration, and the craft of writing, as well as much-loved reads that inspire.

And on the theme of fantasy, and in particular the creatures that inhabit our fantasy worlds, I bring reviews of two wonderfully colourful reads.

In the Vanishers’ Palace

By Aliette de Bodard

‘In the Vanishers’ Palace’ is a dark retelling of Beauty and the Beast. It is set in a post-colonial dystopia where brutal rulers, the vanishers, wrought ruin and devastation on the land. The earth is poisoned with roaming nightmares and a deadly virus.

The story follows Yen, a woman betrayed and sold into the vanisher’s palace to pay her village’s debts, a spirited, magical and carvernous place where every door can lead to death. She is in servitude to the shape-shifting water dragon, Vu Con, a creature among the last of her kind. Vu Con is mystical, aloof and cold, but not what Yen imagined. Instead of torture and death at the hands of a dragon, Yen is expected to teach Vu Con’s two unruly children, Thong and Lien.

The story is beautifully written, with description of magic and place told with tantalising effect that draws you into what feels like a labyrinth world. Vu Con’s character is layered, unique and interesting, with an intriguing and magical appearance that left a vivid imprint in my mind. Her presence immediately challenges gender expectation. Femininity is described in both dragon and human form. As human she appears as a woman small in stature, but holding herself decisively, displaying authoritative power that is magical and dangerous. Her sexuality is explored in a merging of human and dragon form, in beautiful scenes of sapphic romance between Vu Con and Yen, exploring tenderness and the excitement of love. But again expectation is challenged, as Vu Con feels cheated that it was Yenn who came to the palace, good only for keeping Vu Con’s bed warm. Vu Con’s request had been for Yen’s mother, a wise older woman. These kind of contrasts keep the narrative sharp and the reader guessing in what is ultimately a dangerous attraction, with more twists and turns yet to come.

Binaries are challenged in a variety of ways. Motivations, intentions and actions that blend what might be deemed good and bad, are layered into complex and intriguing characters. There is diversity among the cast beyond the gender binary, with non-binary characters using they/them pronouns. And ultimately this is sapphic love between a dragon and a woman, impactful in its creation, beautiful in its descriptions that explore the intimate scenes. The author appears to deal effortlessly with what might seem impossible, shifting into dragon perspective with ease, bringing the landscape of the dragon’s mind into full view, in an entirely believable way.

An enjoyable, edgy, and beautiful tale very well told.

Fatholmfolk

By Eliza Chan

In the semi-submerged city of Tiankawi, fatholmfolk and humans live side by side. The city is revered as a perfect place, providing safe haven for those fleeing civil unrest, but beneath the veneer, revolution is brewing.

This is an ambitious and inventive story, told through characters who embody a number of fantastical creatures, including kelpies and selkies, water dragons and kappas. Narrative explores the experiences of a multi-cultural diaspora community, considering xenophobia and the way in which immigrants are defined by othering, exposing hard truths and layered complexities of individual experiences. Together with the fact that humans have polluted the oceans, forcing fatholmfolk to flee to the cities above water, a refugee crisis looms, and tension between species becomes increasingly strained.

The story is told from the perspective of main characters attempting to navigate a world that is set up against them. Mira is half-siren, the first fatholmfolk to reach the military, appointed captain of the border guard. Her partner, Kai, is a sea dragon. Cordelia is a half-octopus/half-human sea witch, who Mira has an account with. Mira has a personal interest in the welfare of fatholmfolk refugees, wanting to keep them safe in Tiankaiwan waters. Cordelia can arrange this, in return for Mira’s help with making logistical paperwork disappear, to help Cordelia’s small business to thrive. And Nami is Mira’s daughter, with a latent sea dragon side. The story begins with Nami heading out to retrieve an unhatched dragon egg that has been claimed by humans. She is an interesting character, revealing shades of grey and complexity, turning political activist, willing to cross lines in the law, while learning to own her prejudices and mistakes. Courageous to some, reckless to others, still her actions reveal startling truths about history, and the lies that followed to maintain the status quo, one that would treat fatholmfolk as livestock, while serving human kind.

I enjoyed the vibrancy and colour in this story. Worldbuilding felt to have been lovingly crafted with intriguing and insightful attention to detail, perhaps meandering between real-life reflections and the fantastical, with sea grass meadows and red pillar corals, algae-covered tables adorned with wild rice and sea grapes, vinegared fish, lotus root, cuttle fish stew, candied seaweed, taro crisps and fried water spinach. It felt like a cultural exchange, a transportive experience where I can hear the clatter of tea rooms, and the chatter of vendors in narrow canoes. For me the layered and textured tapestry of vibrancy and colour in the story was a real highlight, offering an immersive experience among an inventive cast, charged with some of the biggest social issues of our times. A highly enjoyable read.

What are you reading?

All the Shades

August 14, 2025

Pause to share, reflect and look ahead, and I hope this finds you well.

Summer is upon us, a season of sunshine, wind, rain and heatwaves that dry the grass to crisp colours of straw. But with a little nurturing, colours can be discovered and encouraged to bloom. And they have been blooming, a personal dedication to my much missed writing pal and feline friend, Mia.

More colour is found while out and about exploring, including, but not limited to, sights of bullfinch and goldfinch, hollyhocks the colour of rainbows, straw hats and sunglasses, weathered boats painted all the shades, heart-shaped lime tree leaves, barn swallows ducking and diving, and a lone puffin bobbing on gentle waves, watched and watching.

Surrounded by so much colour has been the perfect place to work on my next instalment of Blood Gift Chronicles, where the darkest places spawn the brightest shades. It is currently sitting with the publisher for the all-important edits, and here is the face of a slightly sleep-deprived writer after just hitting ‘send’.

If colour brings a feast for the senses, shades and tones of grey bring depth and life to the inner and outer landscapes of our characters. Exploring these darker shades themed heavily in my discussion panels at this year’s Eastercon in Belfast, conversation that continues to inspire.

For those already familiar with my fantasy series Blood Gift Chronicles, in amongst the colour of wildlife and the natural world, animism, magic, and dragons, you will know the reflections of the world as we know it, stories of marginalisation and social justice, themes ultimately bound with empowerment and hope. Darkness resides in decimation of the natural world, corruption and wealth inequalities, gender-based violence, and child exploitation. Hope comes in challenging the power structures to work towards environmental and social justice, and more.

In a previous blog post, Channelling Rage in SFF, I explore the landscape of anger as a character motivator. It is a well-used tool in creating powerful villains and antagonists, like Serse Lanister in Game of Thrones, a powerful woman in many ways, and powerless in others, since she is a woman in a misogynistic world, a survivor, willing to do anything to protect herself and her children. Her motivations might be understandable, even relatable, and so she garners empathy. Considering the potential to empathise with a villain, perhaps poses the question of whether it can ever be right to go bad, and where the line is drawn between villain and antagonist.

It brings to mind a well-loved read of mine: Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor. There has been widespread speculation over the identity of the main character, Onye, and where she sits on the good/bad scale. While some consider that she moves to darker realms, my thoughts are that she moves from being a flawed hero to an anti-hero. SPOILER ALERT and to recap: the novel is set in post-apocalyptic Sudan following a brutal civil war. Onye is a child born of violence following the rape of her mother. She’s got powerful magic, which she gets from her father, is haunted by her father and ends up going in search of him. It leads to a violent confrontation with devasting consequences that results in Onye’s boyfriend, Mwita, being killed. Grief stricken, Onye then acts in a godlike way, maneouvring things inside her own body to conceive Mwita’s child in a kind of miraculous conception. Her actions lead to powerful consequences that result in all fertile men in the area being instantly killed, and all fertile women in the area being instantly impregnated. Onye didn’t set out to do these things, and couldn’t have foreseen these consequences, but she knowingly overreached with her powers, knowingly crossed a point of no return, and therefore turned anti-hero (to my mind). I find her character to be extraordinary, deeply endearing for the most part, with a story arc that reveals strong contrasts as well as the subtle colour and textured tapestry of her desert home, all the shades, from the lightest, to the dark.

All the shades are what I venture to write in Blood Gift Chronicles, light and dark woven through each instalment of the series, culminating into the work in progress, and the colours of the origin… It’s a world I look forward to returning to, and to ultimately releasing this third instalment into the world.

For now back to the colours of the real world.

And wishing you a wonderful and colour-filled week.

News, Updates, and Eastercon 2025, Belfast Style

May 23, 2025

Summer is on its way and I can barely believe it’s the end of May, and so for an overdue catch up on a wonderful trip to Northern Ireland, where Eastercon 76 was being held, Belfast style.

It was a privilege to take part in a fantastic programme of panels, workshops and readings. The stars aligned to theme me on the dark side this year, those big emotions that can drive our characters, as well as create opportunity for reflecting in a different way, one that might just interrupt the fear and lend itself to peace. Determined rage can be a powerful motivator, especially when fuelled by a sense of injustice. And perhaps hope as determined rage in a state of resilience and unwavering belief, a deep persistent hope, can be as powerful and forceful in driving action and change. My characters are no stranger to the dark side. They’re also no stranger to fighting back, working together, supporting a world to move towards greater environmental and social justice, and so there are messages of hope and empowerment. And we need those, right?

I look forward to sharing more thoughts of these intriguing topics, but for now simple gratitude to all the inspiring and inventive writers out there, and readers who share a love of the genres.

Belfast ICC was an impressive host, and further afield beneath big skies it was great to explore memorials and street art and an impressive city hall. Not to mention the Titanic museum, and a t-shirt that read: ‘It was fine when it left Belfast, so it was.’

Nearby Game of Thrones studios was a real highlight, a feast of visuals, sets and insights bringing this epic saga to life.

And it was great to see more sights of this country, with beautiful coastline and stunning interior carpeted with yellow gorse, and meeting locals who were extraordinarily gracious, welcoming and friendly.

Giants Causeway was magic, a place of myth and legend.

Carrick a Rede rope bridge was appropriately scary, hanging 60ft over choppy seas, though tame in comparison to fishermen’s tales of traversing a single rope carrying their catch of the day!

And more exploring Game of Thrones territory with Dunlace Castle (in exceptional wind and rain!!), not to mention, Ballintoy Harbour.

Dark Hedges was truly evocative.

And Cushendun Caves, nestled on the wild tip of the quaint village of Cushendun, was closed for the season, or perhaps because the red woman was cooking up magic.

Finally home and a chance to rest and restore before change. Because change comes whether we want it or not.

And now for some truly sad news. I have had to say goodbye to my beloved Mia, cat companion and writing buddy for all her fifteen years. She has had her bed on my desk ever since she was a kitten, and been with me through the ups and days of writing, editing, rejection and publishing. Until illness came and transformed lovely Mia into magic, leaving my desk all too bare.

Though she was also a wonderful gardener, and outside the colours bloom.

If you ever wondered where inspiration for the mountain lions of Shendi came from in Return of the Mantra, look no further than this gorgeous girl, who used to sport a mane in her younger days.