Even the howling storm outside could not cover the guttural cry of rage that tore through the Castle of Dread.…
Cornwall, 1972. Three keepers vanish from a remote lighthouse, miles from the shore. The entrance door is locked from the inside.…
My author blurb is going to be very cliché, once I finally get books published, and have inside jacket covers…
A quick warning: this review doesn’t exactly contain spoilers, but it does contain a couple of references to how and…
Today I wanted to talk about one of my favourite things that happens during the drafting stage of writing a…
I feel like I’ve fallen at the first hurdle of this book blogging malarkey. The formula is simple, right? Read…
Firstly, excuse the lack of a ‘Happy New Year’ greeting. It’s just been announced that the UK is back in…
I’m going to abandon my current read. Blue Remembered Earth, by Alastair Reynolds, will be added to the rather short…
Some farmers in Cornwall were still using threshing machines, a precursor of the combine harvester, when my dad was young.…
Stuart Turton was facing a mammoth task when he sat down to write his second book. It was a labour…