“Beneath the Necropolis Railway” Gothic Audio Book

An amazing and talented artist friend of mine surprised me last week by sharing an audio she had recorded and mastered of one of the chapters in my novella, Emmeline, entitled “Beneath the Necropolis Railway”. For those of you who don’t really do the reading thing, you might like to take a listen, I’m still…

The perilous slumber of day. A poem.

I tend to think poems are a bit pointless except as a form of expression for the writer, often voicing things they otherwise cannot. I don’t say that to degrade their value or beauty, mind, and I am certainly no poet! When I was younger, writing poetry was solely a form of catharsis, vomiting out painful…

The red regret. A vampire drabble.

As occasionally happens with the curious creatures of the night that I meet along the road, they do sometimes return. Surprisingly, Rihan wasn’t gone for very long at all. Only a breath, only a moment, and she returned in a flicker of light and shadow with another small chapter to her life, a glimpse into her mind…