Thursday, 24 November 2016

My Winter Book Offers

Happy Holidays! Wishing you all a wonderful time full of peace and relaxation, friendship and family. I just wanted to make you aware of some free and $0.99 / £0.99 deals I have running over the winter period. If you're anything like me, I love this time of year as the drawing in of the nights, and the turn in the weather, provides a perfect excuse to snuggle up on the sofa with a good book and a hot-chocolate (maybe with a splash of Baileys)

So if you are looking to fill your kindle with some magical, emotional, fantastical, contemporary  reads, here is what I have on offer for either FREE download or on offer for $0.99 / £0.99


  • BOOK ONE OF THE KNIGHT TRILOGY: The Forest of Adventures. (A Reviewer's Choice 2012: The Kindle Book Review) A No. 1 Bestselling YA Contemporary Fantasy and Contemporary Arthurian series. 


Mina's life is nicely ordered, thank you very much. She has a clear handle or reality and a well plotted life plan. But when she finds herself unwillingly falling for the mysterious new boy at college, she discovers that sometimes destiny has a different design. 

With his seductive combination of mystery and handsome good looks, Blake proves an irresistible lure. And although being swept off of her feet by a knight on a white horse was not part of Mina's original plan, she finds herself increasingly enchanted by the world he inhabits. 

As terrible, heartbreaking events rock her daily world, Mina finds herself retreating deeper into a world she only thought existed in fairy-tales. But every fairy tale has its villain and on crossing paths with Morgan Le Fay, Mina realises that even in a fantasy world there is no guarantee of 'a happy ever after'. 

When you're deep in the woods, it's all too easy to get lost.
Pick the Links up on the homepage at


Ever since its earliest days, the small English village of Heargton has been steeped in the occult. Tales of witchcraft and paranormal activity have been part of the local folklore for generations. Some people blame the lay lines that intersect at the very centre of the village, others blame a terrible curse. 

700 years on, Heargton Village still holds dark secrets, and when one of the village girls falls victim to a terrible ritual killing, the old superstitions resurface. 

At the heart of these whispers are the Meadowsweet sisters. All beautiful, all charming, all eccentric, but it is the middle daughter, seventeen-year-old Fox, who captures the imagination of American newcomer Jeremiah Chase; a deviant New York playboy sent to live with his Aunt in the Chase ancestral home of Coldstone Hall. A place that has its own grisly history. 

But, as Jeremiah discovers the history of the Meadowsweet Sisters, the Chase family history is also unearthed, leading Jeremiah to understand that good and evil are not always on opposing sides. 

A tale of witchcraft, demons and ghosts, blending traditional English folklore with the American Gothic.

Pick up the download links on the homepage of the website 


A contemporary Upper YA (15+) 

Seventeen-year-old Ophelia is not only an artist, high-achiever and outcast, but she juggles her A-Levels and ambitions with being a young carer for her bi-polar mother. 

She is also in love with Malachi Stone: Mathematical Genius, Poet, Swimmer, and Narcissist.

Drawn together by their own self-destructive impulses and increasingly complex lives, they begin a consuming relationship of love and rejection.

With his mother’s over hasty marriage to his uncle, Malachi’s world turns on a spindle and his previously charmed life is invaded by a monster. Increasing paranoia and anger start to take over Malachi’s life, and it is only Ophelia who offers him hope of salvation; But to Ophelia’s heartbreak, Malachi isn’t capable of loving anything other than his future dream of following in his father’s glittering academic footsteps. 

15+ Upper YA. Contains more adult themes.


Wednesday, 9 November 2016

Wonderlust and Creativity.

Nyhaven at Sunset. It's iconic
coloured houses.
Over the half-term holidays, we took some time out of our crazy schedules to visit one of our favourite places, Copenhagen.

I never thought it would be one of my favourite places on the planet, but that just goes to show you the dangers of presumption. 

Copenhagen has the most amazing skies - there's a quality to the light that seems almost otherworldly; it's both flat and deep - it's full of shades that bring out the light, and this sense is exacerbated by the amount of almost still, clear water ways that surround Copenhagen. 

Everywhere you look in Copenhagen, there is a sense of the aesthetic - and just like the skies, it's an aesthetic full of contradictions. Design is pared back to lines and form in Danish aesthetic, and yet, much of the settings of this austere, reductive design are highly decorative and demonstrate the love that the Danish have for wild nature. 

The Tivoli Hotel. Amazing skies. 
It is this combination of reductionism and luxuriant cosiness that appeals to my spirit so much - it's both spiritually cleansing and comforting. 

From what I have observed, this philosophy extends to many elements of Danish life and identity. There is a clear desire to design a better way of living; a healthier, more comforting way - a move towards a simpler way of living in order that interesting and futuristic things can be achieved. 

Nature heavily influences
There's a sense that Copenhagen is a futuristic city, maybe even has leanings towards a literary topic / dystopic state; the uniformity of clothing, the civil order, the sense of quiet law, it's own quirky looking currency - (which seems to have no logical scale of cost and value when it comes to products A fruit smoothie costing nearly £10 / $13 and a Danish design candle-stick costing £8 / $11) but far from being a depressing or worryingly oppressive place, there's a sense that somehow, the Danes have just got it  - whatever it is, right. 

There's an understanding of balance - a huge amount of people cycle, and bicycles litter every available space (mostly left unlocked). The food markets, and independent craft shops, and artistic presence is everywhere. Christiania, a section of the city that is one of the worlds few 'Free States' - where an alternative community and way of living has established itself; one outside of the status quo and the constructs of mediocre Western Society. 
The Water and light create magic

And among the grey, the order, the calm, the ernest nature of citizenship, there is this incredible leaning to whimsy, encapsulated by both the amount of street placed interactive artworks, and the Tivoli Gardens, one of the world's oldest amusement parks in the world, dating to 1890, which is smack bang at the heart of their city. The Tivoli Gardens is a truly magical place - a place that transports everybody into a delightful, childlike imagination - and it's achingly pretty; with fairy lights and flora everywhere, and a steampunk aesthetic established before 'Steampunk' was even a thing. 

The waterways of Copenhagen
We love Copenhagen and can't wait to get back. As a family, it feels more like a playground than a city; from the cheesy, dusty, outdated, but completely loveable tourist attraction museums (Ripley's Believe it Or Not, The World Records, The Hans Christian Anderson experience, The Mysterium - a ghost house) to the food markets, the amazing zoo, the aquarium, the canals, the shops, the cafes, the art, the Tivoli Gardens, the whole city is easy.

I would love to spend an extended stay in Copenhagen - I know that if I were to live there for a year, many, many acts of creative expression would take place. It's a city that sings to my heart.

Eating out has become
a thing in Copenhagen
and warm blankets are

Tivoli Gardens making
steampunk epic before
steampunk existed. 

The magic of Tivoli Gardens. 

The Opera House

Monday, 24 October 2016

Faye Magic - A magical new read by Jo Michaels

Happy Monday everybody. Today I'm sharing some serious book sister love with my friend, the author Jo Michaels. I have had the great privilege of knowing Jo for around 3 years on line and in 'real' life LOL - she is one of the most beautiful human souls I have ever had the chance to friend - she's this incredible force of positive energy, of community love and of celebration. The room lights up when she walks in to it -- and if that wasn't enough, she's a freaking awesome author, too.

Jo Writes as passionately as she lives, and she cares as much about her stories and readers as she does  the people in her book community. I am really looking forward to this latest offering by Jo. It looks like it's part of a really interesting writing project - and one I'm going to have to go and check out as a reader.

So without further ado - here is more about Jo's latest book.

First, the info about the book:

Title: Faye Magic (Othala Witch Collection: Sector 16)
Author: Jo Michaels
Genre: Adult Dystopian Paranormal Romance
Length: 60k words
Buy Link: Amazon $0.99 (preorder price ONLY)


Prepare yourself. It’s a competition like no other.

Think: The Hunger Games meets The Selection.

The last one standing wins the man.

Meet Morgan LeFaye Woodenson. She has her life planned out. She’ll marry Sawyer, the love of her life, and they’ll run into the sunset to be nomads, surviving off the land, not reporting to anyone, free to live their lives as they see fit.

At least, that was the plan until the imprisonment.

When reagent Orinthal’s wife dies suddenly, Faye is forced from her home and thrown into an arena to compete with every other nineteen-year-old girl in Sector Sixteen for the highly coveted place at his side. If she doesn’t win, she dies; if she does win, she loses everything she loves.

Deception and ruthlessness fill her, and she’s determined to find a way to hold on to her dreams—even if that means becoming someone she never thought she’d have to.


Someone was pounding on the front door. It was also light outside, and Sawyer wasn’t back. Her window was still standing wide open, and she thanked Odin there hadn’t been a ravager attack in the night. She would’ve been toast.

“I’m coming!” Her father’s voice boomed in the hallway. As he passed her door, he knocked. “Time to get up, sweetheart. Odin’s beard, they’re making a racket.”

“I’ll be right there, Daddy!” She leapt off the bed and rushed to the window, wiping drool off her cheek. Everything was just as she’d left it the night before. No sign of Sawyer. Positive something bad happened, she quickly whispered a message and released it, only to watch it spin out of control and pop in mid-air a few feet away. Her heart hit the bottom of her stomach.

“She said she’d be out in a minute! You don’t need to go—”



“Open the door, miss, or we’re going to break it down.” A rough male voice, muted by the wood and steel it was passing through, wafted into the room. “Just a minute! I’m not decent!” Shoving her bags under the bed, she whipped off her clothing and wrapped a towel around her body.

“Now, miss!”

“I’m coming!” She unbolted the door and cracked it open to peer out.

Three ginormous, armed soldiers stood in the hallway. One had his hand poised to bang on the door again.

As his fist moved forward, she yanked the door back the rest of the way, causing him to pitch into the room. She let him stumble and planted her left hand on her hip. “Seriously?”

He turned fifty shades of red and scurried back out. “We’re sorry, miss, but we have orders. You need to get dressed right now and come with us.”

“I was trying. But you seemed hell bent on breaking down my door. I figured I should probably answer it as soon as possible.” If it weren’t such a serious feeling situation, she would’ve laughed at the way he blushed and averted his eyes.

“Please, miss. Put some clothes on. And do it quickly,” he muttered.

As she moved to close the door, he stopped it with his hand. “No. You can’t do that.”

“Then how am I supposed to stay decent!” she yelled.

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” He lifted his hazel-green eyes, and they locked with hers.

“Again, I’m sorry. It’s a necessary precaution.” Her breath hitched, and she couldn’t move for a moment. His eyes were stunningly beautiful, the green so vivid it resembled blades of grass in a summer meadow. She felt a strange pull to do exactly as he suggested. Magic bubbled through her, wiping whatever enchantment he was using away. Eyelids fluttering, she nodded and moved to put clothes on.

A bra went on over her towel, then she pulled on panties underneath—cute, lacy ones that made the soldier blush again—then her jeans and a loose top. Finally, she pulled the towel out and threw it into the hamper. “Ta-da! Just like magic, am I right?”

End Excerpt.

Annnnd, the full wrap cover!

So? What the heck are you waiting for? Go grab it :D

Want more? Here are the links to the other books:

All books in the collection (if they're linked, you can buy* or preorder now):

*Sector 1: Origin by Rebecca Hamilton
*Sector 2: Mystic Storm by Bella Love-Wins
*Sector 3: Hybrid by Apryl Baker
Sector 4: Immortal Winter by N. R. Larry and Rainy Kaye
*Sector 5: Under by Conner Kressley and Rebecca Hamilton
*Sector 6: Red Magic by J. C. Andrijeski
*Sector 7: Savage by Conner Kressley
*Sector 8: Dark Elements by L. J. Swallow
Sector 9: Alchemy by Noree Cosper
Sector 10: Winter Souls by Angela Fristoe
Sector 11: Star Crossed by J. E. Taylor
Sector 12: Forbidden by Shannon Eckrich
Sector 13: Sea Cursed by Amy Lee Burgess
Sector 14: Forgotten by Heather Marie Adkins
Sector 15: Wildfire by Jaret Martens
Sector 16: Faye Magic by Jo Michaels

Saturday, 22 October 2016

Christmas Presents sorted -- End of Season Paperback Sale.

Hi, everybody. So it's coming to the end of the year and I've just done my post conference / signing season book audit in my stock cupboard under my stairs.

The Knight Trilogy and When Sorrows Come have got beautiful new covers for next season, and I have built a little stock pile of books that need to be gone before the spring and the new season.

I am putting these paperbacks on SALE for £5 or Less and they make for great Christmas presents; especially as I have a load of gorgeous swag left over, too and will happily stuff envelopes with goodies if you let me know if it's a gift for someone or not.

The Knight Trilogy has had a complete revamp for 2017 and so I have 17x signed paperback editions of The Forest of Adventures for just £5 a piece - or I can bundle them up into Trilogy packages (7x complete trilogy bundles Left) for just £12 including goodie bags.

Check out my paperback sale form here (it's doubling as my Glasgow form so don't worry if you're not heading to the Glasgow signing, just use the form if you're wishing to order anything.



UK & EU postage - will be with you within 10 days of payment.

Friday, 21 October 2016

#FanGirlFriday: Water, Magic, and Monsters

#FanGirlFriday is the day I share with you the works of one of my favourite authors, which I think you'll also enjoy. Some weeks it will be sharing with you books of author friends I have genuinely enjoyed and other weeks it will be books, T.V or other people I admire and enjoy. 

This week I'm excited to introduce you to the fabulous KD Wood - she is one of the nicest, warm-hearted people that I have had the privilege to meet. We met at UTOPiA 2015 and we then went on to be table partners in 2016. 

I read 'Unwilling' in the summer of 2015 and absolutely LOVED it - finding myself captivated but this unusual YA contemporary myth/fantasy. As I read, I had total respect for the amount of research into folkology that had obviously gone into this piece, and the care and passion that had gone into the writing of it. 

Since then, KD Wood has gone on to release Book 2 in the series and it's on my Christmas holidays TBR list. 

If you re looking for something a little alternative from the usual YA fantasy focus, which is a page turner with a gut moving exciting climax - then give Unwilling a try. It's towards the Upper YA end as there are more adult themes of relationships and so makes for a great cross over story. 

Neely McIntire’s dreams warn her about the future but will not protect her from the danger hiding in plain sight. On graduation night, she plans to tell her best friend, Hayden Nelson, that she's in love with him. Instead, they argue. Neely's hurt feelings leave her vulnerable, giving her secret admirer, Andrew Huckley, the opportunity to put his mother’s monstrous plan into motion. When Neely gives into her broken heart and pushes him away, Hayden knows he must fight to recapture the spark he felt in their last kiss. But will he find her in time to reverse the damage or will she be changed forever?

Visit K.D Wood's Amazon Page here...

Thursday, 20 October 2016

#FolkloreThursday: The Winter Goddess

The 15 minute illustration challenge.
Cailleach Bheur sketch done in pastels and pen
by Katie M. John (copyright 2016)
Mother of Mountains, Ruler of Winter.

Today is the first of my #Folklore Thursday series. Folklore is central to my authoring, from well-known fairytales, to supernatural urban legends, to local legends. Every Thursday, I am going to introduce you to one of the folktales that I have discovered and which I find creatively inspiring.

Today is the legend of Cailleach Bheur, also known as The Winter Goddess, or the Ruler of Winter.

Her name derives from the phrase 'The Veil' and she falls into the archetype of the Hag or Crone like figure.

She figures in English, Scottish and Irish mythology and is linked to the idea of the seasons. Cailleach is the ruler of winter, transforming from stone into her human form on on Shamhainn (1st November) and the first day of winter, and returns to being a stone statue on Bealtainn (1st May)

She is believed to be the mother of all gods and goddesses, the maker of mountains, hills and boulders.

She carries both a hammer and a magic staff, which some legends say is made of human flesh. The hammer is used as part of her stone making, and the staff is planted into the ground turning the grass to ice. She is linked to the destroyer goddesses, but this is not necessarily seen as a negative thing but part of the great cycle of life.

She is often referred to as the Blue Faced Hag, and she is guardian to the beasts through winter, with specific attachment to deer, cats and wolves; she is often depicted riding on the back of a wolf. Her sacred trees are the Holly tree and the gorse bush, and it is said that when the ice under her feet turns to grass, she throws her staff down under a Holly Tree and disappears in a whip of anger.

She has manifested in more contemporary fairytales in the form of The Snow Queen, and in The Chronicles of Narnia, as well as more recently, the figure of Elsa in Disney's Frozen.

Were you aware of this myth? Do you have any other favourite Ice Queen / Snow Queen fairytales or legends?

The Goodess Path by Patricia Monaghan

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Sign up for the Quarterly Katie M. John newsletter

Want to get your hands on free eBooks, exclusive material, offers, trailer premiers, and other magical, funky things? Sign up for my quarterly newsletter. 

I have (after a year and a half of being on the to-do list) finally made my first author newsletter.

I've held off for a while because I wanted to make it as positive experience for subscribers as possible, with Free eBook downloads, exclusive content, exclusive giveaways, trailers, breaking news and signing links. 

Rather than doing it monthly, I am going to send out the newsletter on a seasonal basis - so 4x a year, with just a quick alert on release week (about 2x a year) 

I am sending out the first newsletter tomorrow with some lovely goodies, such as an exclusive newsletter giveaway of paperback editions of Beautiful Freaks Volume 1, and links to my Kindle eReader giveaway - so if you haven't signed up yet, and would like to receive it then please fill in the subscription link below.

Sunday, 16 October 2016

Beware the Ghostly Hunt. Don't go into the woods alone...

The Meadowsweet Chronicles is a seven book series that plays with a whole host of folklore, countrylore and urban legends. Heargton  Village sits at the intersection of lay-lines and has long been known for its magical properties. The activities of the Ravenheart coven have caused a paranormal ripple effect, unleashing a whole cast of paranormal beings.

One of the paranormal phenomenons that manifests is that of a wild hunt or a ghostly hunt, which rides through Raven Woods.

An image from The British Library Archive
depicting a version of the ghostly hunt. 

There are many versions of this legend which also encompass The Headless Huntsman that span several continents - most famous of these is 'The Legend of Sleepy Hollow' which was immortalised by Irving and then later film and T.V adaptations. Irving had travelled extensively through Europe and had picked up the legend along the way.

The headless huntsman or the ghostly hunt have many variants across Europe. In Celtic mythology, it is told of a headless fairy who rides with its head tucked under its arm, and which has a whip made of a human spine.

In Germany the tale talks of a ghostly huntsman with variant tellings of him with or without his head.

This legend of the ghostly huntsman is also known as The Wild Hunt, and legend talks of a huntsman, or several huntsmen riding through the woods in the company of a pack of dogs that are reputed to come from Hell. The first documentation of the Wild Hunt was written by German folklorist, Jacob Grimm (published in 1835 Deutsche Mythologie)

In certain parts of Britain, it is believed that the hounds from hell are out to chase sinners who have not been baptised. In Devon they are referred to as the 'Wisht Hounds' and in Cornwall 'The Devil and his Dandy Dogs', in Wales, 'The Cwn Annwn / the Hounds of Hell' and in Somerset 'Gabriel Ratchets dogs.

In the meadowsweet Chronicles, Fox and Jeremiah hear the sound of ghostly dogs barking before sensing the terrible feeling of being chased. They flee, knowing that behind them, a terrible force of darkness is pursuing them.

Fox sees the lead huntsman and recalls how he wore the rags of a frock coat which flew back to expose his skeletal body, which still had rags of decaying flesh hanging from the bones. His eyes glowed red and she was certain that the dogs that accompanied him were from the very flames of Hell.

You can read the story of The Meadowsweet Sisters and all the other various folklores in the series here. To celebrate the release of Book 3 of the series, 'Devilry', I have put Book 1 of the series, 'Witchcraft' on FREE DOWNLOAD on all eBook platforms.

Friday, 14 October 2016

Celebrating launch of 'Devilry' by giving away a kindle e-Reader

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in with a chance of winning a new kindle.
Giveaway is international and closes
on Nov 3rd 2016. 

In order to celebrate today's release of Book 3 of 'The Meadowsweet Chronicles', I am giving away an all-new kindle e-Reader, 6" Glare-Free Touchscreen Display, wi-fi (black) worth £59.99.  To enter, all you have to do is complete the Rafflecopter tasks below, which are designed to help me spread the word about the release of 'Devilry'.

Today is the release day of 'Devilry' Book 3 of 'The Meadowsweet Chronicles' A modern Tale of Witchcraft.

I am super excited to be sharing this with my lovely readership and I know that there are many of you who have been waiting patiently for me to finally release book 3 of the series. I can only apologise for being so slow, but I hope, when you read it, you agree that it was worth the wait.

The reason this particular book took me so long to write was for several reasons. First, I really needed to spend time on the bloodlines and lineage; it becomes very important in Book 3 and by the time you have finished book 3, you'll understand why. Secondly, I needed to invest a lot of time into research for this book.

Originally, the plan had been to sort of 'bang' these books out - one book of the series every 6 months, written with enthusiasm, playfulness  and energy. I had told myself that I wasn't going to labour over the research like I did with Knight Trilogy - but ... well, I just can't help myself; I can't write with a full heart when my head isn't full, too. And so, the research and investigation for this book took around half a year (which hadn't been planned for)

And now -- it's live in both eBook and paperback, and even more exciting is that the research I invested for Book 3 is also integral to Book 4 and so that is already well on the way to be written, with the notion of a much quicker release date.

Thank you for your patience in waiting for 'Devilry' - I really hope you enjoy it. Please take the time to write an honest review on Amazon as it makes a real difference to where they place it in the rankings and in turn, the kind of exposure that it gets.

If you haven't had a chance to read the series, then you can catch up by downloading Book 1 of the series, 'Witchcraft' for FREE On all eBook platforms.

LINKS to FREE BOOK 1 of the series.


LINKS to 'Devilry' Book 3 of 'The Meadowsweet Chronicles'

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The synergy between poetry and horror.

Don't forget to check in with the Devilry launch post (linked) for your chance to win a Kindle e-Reader.

Today I am sharing with you a piece of my poetry called, 'Phantasmagoria', and then a little musing on why poetry and horror have such a synergy. I'm also going to share with you my favourite horror poem, and if that wasn't all fun enough; I am running a fun, short twitter poetry contest and the winner will receive a paperback edition of Night Shade, an anthology of horror.


Heart sorrow full, followed by pale phantoms
He winds his way through darkened avenues.
Far in the distance, the echo-yap of
A hell hound’s bark splinters the silence.
This citadel of restless, walking dead,
Holds not the warmth of a beating human heart;
Save one.
The fading heart of Lillibet.

Suddenly, the fear of being alone,
Is outweighed by fears of duplicate shadows
There is blood on the moon, cries from the ground,

For in this place only the dead are found.


Poetry was the first form of writing that I consciously crafted. I began writing poetry around the same time that I started writing my journal, at fourteen years old. I found poetry a way of expressing ideas and emotions that weren't so readily expressed verbally. I still have that poetry, stashed away between the pages of my adolescent journals that now live at the back of the wardrobe in their own little dust cocoons. I will at some point have to make the decision as to whether I leave them there or destroy them before the next generation get a hold of them. But I digress...

Poetry has always held a certain magic to me - it's a pure expression; stripping away the superfluous to arrive at a point of clarity. There's something cathartic in that - almost zen. 
Poetry also allows us as creatives to create without having to explain ourselves, or wrap ourselves up within the complex rules of grammar, syntax and structure - unless of course we choose to do that in the choice of poem. 

Unlike prose, which is for the relatively constrained in its shape, form and construction, poetry is the epitome of rule breaking, even when it looks like it's behaving. 

Poetry especially lends itself to the horror genre because horror is a very abstract concept. It's full of abstract verbs, and oxymoronic emotions, of contradictions and absence as much as presence - and in this way, poetry allows for a powerful expression of the senses attached to horror - in much the same way that poetry works for love. 

Atmosphere can be instantly evoked in poetry - the reader suddenly plunged from their present space of 'ordinary' into a space of wonder, awe and fear in the space of a few lines. The effect of that interaction lingers, haunting the edges of the memory, in much the same way that an exprience in the real continues to ripple through our senses going after it has finished - there's no adjustment time to horror in poetry; not like in a horror novel, where the mind has already begun to process the situation before the novel has ended.

One of my favourite horror poems is  Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven.  I particularly like this reading of it by Christopher Lee. The use of rhyme in this poem creates a totally immersive quality in the reader - like the drumming of fearsome war drums, or the ritualistic undulation of chanting, or the rhythm of my own adrenalin fuelled heart. 
Win a paperback
edition of Night Shade
Volume I 


For a chance to win a paperback copy of 'Night Shade Volume I' head over to Twitter and use your character allowance to write a Twitter poem. 

The only rule is that it must contain the phrase ( @KnightTrilogy #OctoberFrights )  in your tweet, but that still leaves you a whole 110 characters to play with. I will choose a winner tomorrow night at around 9pm GMT time. I will tweet you if you have won. 

It would be nice if you cut and paste your poem tweet and stuck it in the comment box here, too, just so we can see a gallery of them.


Thursday, 13 October 2016



Tomorrow sees the release of 'Devilry' Book 3 of 'The Meadowsweet Chronicles'. Tonight, I'm sharing with you the preface...


In the temple, the candles guttered. A storm raged outside. Fierce and brutal, it snapped the branches and whipped the bracken. But the black robed figures could not hear the sounds of it for the drumbeat drowned out the sounds of nature’s protests. The chants falling between their lips raised them to an unearthly plane. Tonight was the night they would smash reality to a million pieces. Tonight was the night they would break all the rules of man and God – and the outcome would be their glorious elevation to immortality. Aubrey Billinghurst, their high-priest, had told them so – and Aubrey knew, for Aubrey had drank tea with the Devil and bargained such.
When the two, small, barefoot children had been ushered into the space before the stone alter, shivering from the cold and the knowledge of their impending murder, Penelope’s chant had faltered – just for a moment, but a moment long enough for Paulina, to glance at her. Unlike last time and the unfortunate pair of young village women, who had been lured to the previous ritual with the promise of a good party, and then never saw the sunrise, these children looked so innocent. A brother and sister: twins. Their golden hair shining almost white in the candlelight. Aubrey had spent months planning their procurement. In the end, it hadn’t been difficult at all. He was a wealthy gentleman with a large estate, and the workhouse was easy pickings. He had swept in and picked the children with no less care than a child surveying a row of sweet jars. He had known exactly what he wanted and would settle for nothing less.  
The Regeneration Ritual had been found scribed onto the centre pages of a black leather-bound book discovered behind a false panel in the library of Coldstone House by Aubrey; an over-curious weekend guest. Penelope had never managed to work out how Aubrey had ‘stumbled’ upon the volume (perhaps the Devil had a hand in it from the very beginning) but once found, that small, thick paged book, The Life and Times of The Devil Dance Club, changed them all.
The ritual promised to bring forth the sons of Satan into a new age; all that was needed were suitable life-exchanges and compliant vessels. The reward for those who brought life to those ancient forces would be a lifetime of luxury, wealth, and power.
It had started as an intoxicating, luxuriant and sublime parlour game, fuelled by too much absinthe, the smoking of too many heady Egyptian blue cigarettes, and too many overlarge egos, and now… well now they were standing in the reclaimed temple, robed and preparing to undertake the ultimate ritual; the bloody sacrifice of two innocent souls. If Penelope had any doubts, they were dulled by the drug of love. Penelope loved Aubrey with all of her heart, and all of her body. She certainly loved him more than she loved her husband – and maybe, if the events of tonight went to plan, she and Aubrey would be bound by some darkling secret that would act as the marriage vows they could never speak.
The drum beat on. The wind howled. The chant took up a furious crescendo, and then it fell silent whilst the whole universe held its breath. In the centre of the inverted pentagram, a shadow rose; a shadow made of ancient energy, of old-time evil, of death, destruction and all things wicked. The room span as it filled with the dizzying effects of sulphur and the sense of too much time contained within too small a space. The children cried out for they knew their sad fates as Aubrey and his accomplice, Penelope’s weakling husband, brought down the blades and ended their tiny tears.
Paulina, Maiden of The Flowers, and Penelope, Maiden of The Vessel, fell to the ground in a swoon - and the drum took up its crazed beating once more. The room became a tangle of limbs and song and dance, of blood and tears and shadows, and nine months later, three sons were born.

Amongst the horrors of The Rookeries Asylum, Paulina Chase gave birth to twin boys, Gabriel and Lucien, and in an attic room of Coldstone House, away from the eyes of prying servants, Penelope Chase gave birth to a long awaited son, Edward.
It was on that night, when the storm raged and blood flowed, that the chain of terrible and inevitable events was set in motion. It was a curse that would travel down the generations and blight each one in turn – and the ones they loved.

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