Yseult ran her hand down the ridge that formed the bottom edge of the bow of the Brawling Beauty. She was a tactile person; strange for someone who spent most of her time alone, but so was her girl. Sometimes she needed a firm hand to steer her, sometimes a comforting one to reassure her. She had a cold skin of metal but there was
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'The Brawling Beauty passed low over the rim of the crater, revealing the four kilometres deep slope down to the floor where Tycho station was located. The ship was a small Shire class super-clipper, the product of a bygone era when the giant outer planets were closer together, shortening trade routes and as the cost of shipping dropped, a market for fast freight emerged.
She
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Finished my 'series logo' for my book. While I get feedback on book 1, outlining on the second installment has begun. Meanwhile, here's a potential blurb for the first book.
The question, if I dare ask, is if it would make you want to find out more?
Book 1: Boxrunner
Ellie is an idealistic engineer who believes in the cause - the Solar System wide
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Charlie wasn’t sure if it was the nerves or the cold January air that was making him shiver as he held his right wrist, where the chip was embedded, against the security reader. His friend Teesha had come to him yesterday in near panic, thrusting a datablock into his hands.
“It’s all here.” She exclaimed. “Everything.. Hide it. I’ll find you tomorrow and everything will...
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It's taken long enough but I've finally finished my first novel. I say finished, it's the first draft and there is plenty of work yet to be done but it's there, all 130,000 words. Some chapters need tweaking, others re-writing completely but the most important thing is that I like it. I like the story, I love the characters and even if no-one else ever...
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My home is where my soul decides.
Where I live my life and lay my head.
My home is where my heart resides.
Where I fall asleep and wake up dead.
This is a story with no time or place
No super heroes and no villains to face
It’s about the girl who doesn’t belong
And the adventures she dreams of going on.
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It’s about all the books into which she would sink
That taught her to see, to believe and to think
That wherever she was going, she need only fear
She would only...
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Dangerous hope like evening tide
The rush reveals the other side
I cannot quiet the empty sound
Only silence can be found
Cannot the voices make
Cannot be allowed to choices take
The room is empty
Yet voices here, I hear plenty
And now intrude
rejoined in ancient feud
I had control. Why now? why now?
Do not presume to tell us how.
Do not...
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Do scorpions think lobsters are mermaids?
That sailors desire and fear.
And lash themselves to the mast in the night.
When the song of the lobster is near.
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Do scorpions say lobsters are beautiful?
Irresistible to scorpion eyes.
Enticing them in to the water below
For a kiss that will be their demise.
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Do scorpions think lobsters are legends?
Just stories that scorpions...
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1.
I know you’re scared, the girl who dreams
The girl whose life is strife, it seems
The girl who walks to distant shore
In search of somewhere none before
Have seen between the life of seams,
The cracks between the broken dreams
The written lines that sorrow brings
Eternal ending, twilight sings.
2.
I saw you by the light of Moon
The night that...
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In 2018 I wrote the Man on the Ceiling. After some time, I have finally written a sequel 'The Girl from the Moon' and they are presented here together so you can see how they follow the same length and structure.