Making A Return

After far too long away, I’m making a return. At least I’m trying too.

Currently I’m sorting through manuscripts, figuring out whats been done and what needs to be done.

I did add the most recent Braeden Wolf short story (Afterlife) to Smashwords. Next stop is to work on some more of them.


Afterlife – A Braeden Wolf Short Story

Its taken some time, but the next of the Braeden Wolf short fiction pieces is finally completed, and now able to be read on my blog.

Afterlife is a brief look at the vampire Queen B who lives in the den of Braeden Wolf’s place, revolving around an unusual moment of revelation for her.

The Seduction of Honey Free Promotion

Over on Amazon we are doing a free promotion for The Seduction of Honey for a few days, given how successful the promotion for A Pocket Full of Spells went. So far, half a day in, it seems to be going along better than the first one.

Hopefully that is the incentive needed to kick me into gear and finish off the next stories for the collection.

WIP Sneak Peek

The following is a sneak peak of the WIP for the next Braeden Wolf paranormal/cyberpunk book. Yes, I am working on one.

There comes a point in everyone’s life when they ask themselves just how they got to where they were.

For me that day came in a grimy alleyway on a cold autumn night many years ago, wracked by tearing pains, alternating between shivering and sweating. The answer, when I could think straight, was obvious. I had turned left when I should have turned right. A simple mistake, the most recent in a long line, but a critical one as mistakes go.

Rain was blowing in off the harbour, humping down hard across the city, whether the gleaming heart with its skyscrapers or the sprawling slums that ringed it. I had been huddled up beneath a greatcoat in the lee of an overflowing skip bin, its garbage added to the accumulated detritus that swirled about, trying to avoid the worst of the weather as my body shudder; it wasn’t from the weather that I suffered that affliction.

Something ran across my foot; a rat, or worse. My foot kicked out instinctively and the animal squeaked as it shot through the air, impacting on the far wall with a solid thud. The sound of cracking bones carried to me. Normally such a thing would have gone unmarked but my hearing had been swimming in and out, hypersensitive to the least change, adding to the pains that had torn at my mind.

The rat’s body fell to the ground and the fresh, sharp scent of warm blood rose in the air, a scent that should have been drowned out by the rain and the stench of garbage.

It awoke in me a terrible, tearing hunger, ripping through my innards. It called out for release, to simply give in, to succumb and seek the sustenance to take the edge of it.

Except I didn’t know what it was that I had desired, and all I could do had been to whimper and try and fight it off. Each minute I resisted though made the hunger worse.

A shaking hand reached into a pocket and from it I removed a small flask. Trembling hands fumbled at the lid with difficulty but then it came off and I took a quick swig of the burning liquid within, one that scraped the throat clean and brought water to the eyes. It took some of the edge off the hunger though it didn’t last long, and by that stage the flask was all but empty.

My eyes had remained shut the whole time. Like my hearing I had no control over my vision that took in light and magnified it tenfold, even the softest of light lancing through my eyes and into my brain.

My hands gripped the top of my head, squeezing tightly as if it would contain the tearing pain in my head. My hands had slid down across my face, and in my pain and misery I had scratched and torn at it. The skin would not break beneath my nails, and nor could any blood be drawn.

Something was badly wrong with me and at the time I had no idea what, nor could I remember what had gone before. My head hammered back into the wall, trying to drive the pain out.

A burning hunger I could not satiate, hypersensitivity of sight and hearing and smell and skin that would not break. What had I become?

Human – A Braeden Wolf Short Story

Finally, after a slightly long delay, the sixth episode of the Braeden Wolf Short Story collection is now available, for free, on Smashwords.

This one revolves around Annabelle Chan (aka Tinkerbelle), a cybernetically augmented technophile having a run in with a bunch vehemently opposed to the desecration of the flesh with plastic and metal.

Royal Rumble Predictions

It has been a while since I last did one of my grant PPV predictions, but in an effort to post more – and not just about writing – here goes.

We only have 4 listed matches – and no divas – so I expect extra matches to be snuck in as usual.

Cena vs Kane – Much as I’d like to see Kane go down for his dastardly attack on Ryder, I think Kane will win. If not physically, then mentally as he forces Cena to embrace the dark side to win.

Bryan vs Mark Henry vs Big Show – Cowardly little heel in a cage with two monsters? There is no way that Bryan in’t winning that. Plus the two big men are working injured, so there isn’t much point in giving the title to them.

Punk vs Ziggler – I’d like to see Ziggles win it, and I’m certain he will sometime this year, but I am certain Punk will retain, against the odds.

The Rumble – Without knowing who is in the thing, picking a winner can be hard, but it seems that it will be between two; Randy Orton or Chris Jericho. It is Orton’s home town, and Vince doesn’t like having both Cena and Orton out of the title picture, but on the other hand a Jericho-Punk clash at Wrestlemania for the title is being bandied around.

Plans For The Year Ahead

And another year dawns; so time for some sort of resolutions. My track record with resolutions isn’t good, therefore these will be more like a wishlist.

Firstly, I need to start posting on this blog more often and more regularly. I need to explore the setting more, the characters, ideas and concepts, as well as delving into other things not related to the Braeden Wolf setting.

Second, I need to work to finish the Moments collection. Given they are rather short length, they shouldn’t be too hard to crank out. I need to spend a day to sit down and plot them all out.

After that comes two novels that need to be written; more if I can manage it.

Then there are the other projects, not related to Braeden Wolf, which kind of stalled. Must get them back into action too.