Thursday, 23 April 2020

A Dark Fairytale

My fairytale trilogy is a very new project. The first book is currently being edited, and I have no date, as yet, for release. I'm three-quarters of the way through the third book and the fourth is brewing. I thought I might share a few snippets here and there to whet your appetite for an entirely new and experimental fairytale.

As a brief background...
Tay is a sixteen-year-old boy who had his life turned upside down when a fairy called Willow turned up and told him he was a fairy prince and had to go back with him to save the fae world from demons. Cale is Tay's best friend who was possessed by a demon, and buzzers are...well, to everyone else in Faerie buzzers are annoyances, like clouds of flies who live only to annoy. They are brushed aside and barely tolerated. They are not considered to be people at all.




Tay’s voice rose until, in the end he was shouting in Cale’s face. 
Cale looked shocked. He opened his mouth to say something, then 
gasped. A little group of buzzers were hovering around his face. He tried to wave them away, but Tay stopped him.

“Wait. See what they’re going to do.”

Closing his eyes, Cale scrunched up his face as the buzzers cautiously approached, then hovered close.

“What are they doing?” Tay asked.

“I don’t know. They seem to be patting me.”

More and more buzzers swarmed toward Cale landing on his head and shoulders. Cale squirmed. “Some of them are kissing me. I’m sure. On the cheek.”

“Oh my God. They’re comforting you. They know you’re hurting and they’re trying to comfort you.”

“Do you think?” Cale sounded curious now.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Some of them are singing in my ear now.” Cale smiled and closed his eyes.

“Singing? What are they singing?”

“Don’t know,” Cale said in a dreamy voice, “but it feels good.”

Tay leaned on the parapet with one elbow while he watched Cale with the buzzers. He was smiling softly, his eyes closed and his lips parted. He seemed a lot more relaxed than Tay had seen him since it all kicked off.

One of the buzzers landed on Tay’s hand, where it rested on the bridge. Startled, he jumped and the buzzer flew up, but settled again straight away. Tay leaned down to bring his face close to the buzzer. It was a woman, less than two inches high, with beautiful, pale blue iridescent wings, more like butterfly wings than dragonfly wings. Long golden hair fell loose over a flowing blue dress and there was a tiny garland of flowers around her head like a crown.

“You’re beautiful. I don’t believe you’re nothing more than a pest 
and I don’t understand why everyone treats you like you are. 

You’re really trying to help my friend, aren’t you?”

The buzzer nodded enthusiastically and it startled Tay. He hadn’t been an expecting an answer.

“Do you understand me? What I’m saying?”

Again the little creature nodded and Tay was delighted.

“Your friends are really trying to help Cale?” Enthusiastic nodding. 

“Aren’t you afraid of the demon?” The buzzer tossed her head in a silent snort, then shook her head. “Thank you. He’s feeling very alone.” Tay looked up to find Cale absorbed in watching the buzzers, with a bright smile on his face. The buzzers seemed to be playing with him, teasing, pulling his hair and flying away, or rubbing themselves against his cheek in a comforting manner.

The buzzer flew up and hovered in front of Tay’s eyes, almost standing on the tip of his nose. He drew back his head when his eyes crossed, but the buzzer followed, so he stopped and let it flutter in front of his face. He didn’t know what he was expecting but it certainly wasn’t to be blasted between the eyes by what felt like a bolt of lightning. With a cry, he stumbled backwards and landed on his bottom.

A flash of white appeared in the corner of his fizzing vision and the buzzers rose in an angry cloud as Willow appeared, waving his arms and threatening dire vengeance.

“Are you alright?” Tay blinked and found Willow crouching beside him.

“I…um…yeah. I think so.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. I was talking to a buzzer and she… I don’t know. I 
think she hit me.”

“You were talking to a buzzer?”

“Kind of.”

A groan drew Tay’s attention to Cale, who was flat on his back. He pushed Willow aside to crawl to his friend.

“Cale, are you okay?”

Cale seemed totally dazed as he blinked up at Tay. “Aw,” he said in a small, trembling voice. “What did they do to me?”

“Pretty much the same as they did to me, I think,” Tay said, allowing Willow to help him up, then holding out his hand to Cale.

“I don’t understand,” Willow said. “As far as I’m aware, buzzers have never done anything like that before.”

“I don’t think she meant to hurt me.”

“They what do you think she meant? To telepathically converse?” 

Tay opened his mouth to answer before he realized Willow was being sarcastic.

“We’re sorry.” Tay jumped and looked over his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” Willow asked.

“That voice. It startled me. Where did it come from?”

“What voice.”

“The one that said ‘sorry’,” Cale said. “Where do you think it came from?” He pointed to a spot above Tay’s head. When Tay looked up he saw the tiny woman he’d been talking to.

“Did you speak?”

“Yes, Lord.”



Chapter Fifteen

“Did you hear that?” Tay asked.

“I did,” Cale said.

“I heard nothing,” Willow said.

“That must be what they did to us, blasted the ability to understand their language into our heads. Can you do it to Willow, too?” Tay asked the little fairy.

“He is not our Lord. He is not kind to us like you are.”

“Well, Cale isn’t your Lord either and he’s not been particularly nice. Not that he’s been nasty either,” he added hastily at Cale’s indignant glare.

“He is Lord’s friend and he is hurting bad. We want to help him; help Lord.”

“That makes sense, I guess, but Willow is my friend, too. He’s my protector.”

“Is he worthy? Does he have a gentle heart?”

“I don’t know that his heart is very gentle; he’s a deadly killer. Can 
killers have gentle hearts? But he is lonely. People are afraid of him so he doesn’t have many friends. It would be nice for him to be 
friends with you.”

“Oh no. Spare me. Please.” Willow rolled his eyes, but a tiny smile tugged the corners of his mouth and he stood still as the buzzers swarmed. They patted his face and pulled his hair and then, when he didn’t slap at them, they zapped him. Willow didn’t fall as Tay and Cale had, but he did reel against the parapet and shook his head to clear it, looking as dazed as they had been at first. The buzzers flew up in a cloud, giggling.

“He is sworn to protect you?”

“Until we return to…um….” Tay struggled to remember the name Willow had used, “the Queen.”

“Heart’s Home,” Willow supplied.

“Yes, that’s it. He’ll protect us until we’re safely…um…home.” He had a lot of difficulty saying that word. As if anywhere he’d never even been could be home. Still, he’d probably better start getting used to it. It’s not as if he had much choice and it wasn’t going to do anyone any good if he pissed of his…the Queen and princesses. 

He guessed they could make his life a misery.

“You are going on another journey. You seek help for your friend.”

“Yes. His name is Cale.”

“Are we permitted to use it?”

“Of course you are,” Cale said. “In fact, it will be a relief that someone does. Most people seem to want to call me ‘demon kin’, as if that’s all I am.”

“We don’t fear demons. They cannot hurt us.”

“That’s true,” Willow said, in a thoughtful voice. “I’ve never heard of a buzzer being possessed.”

“Do you know how to protect yourself from demon possession? Do you know how I can protect myself?”

“Yes, Lord.”

Waves of relief washed over Tay. At least that would be one huge thing to cross off his list of worries.

“Can you teach me?”

“No, Lord,” the buzzer said, looking sad.

“But you said….”

“We know how, but we cannot teach you how.”

“I don’t understand. Why can’t you teach me?”

“It is not something that can be taught. It is something that has to 
be found.”

“Okay, where do I find it then?”

“Inside you.”

Tay ground his teeth. He forced himself not to show his irritation. 

“How do I find it?”

“We cannot tell you. You must find it for yourself. You must find where your power is bound and release it.”

Tay deflated. “I can’t do that yet, can I?” he asked Willow who shook his head.

“Not until you’re eighteen.”

“You told me that already, didn’t you? That I’ll be immune from 
possession when I’m eighteen and can use my powers.”

“Yes.”

“Well, thank you anyway. Oh, I don’t know your name.”

“It is Aria. I am leader of the ethen of the forest.”

“Ethen? Is that what you call yourselves? Not buzzers?”

“No, Lord, not buzzers. We are ethen.”







Saturday, 18 April 2020

Writing Fantasy



Whether it's a fairy rising in a cloud of fairy dust from a flower, or a water elemental dancing on a fountain. Whether a gnarled gnome gazing out of a window in the bark of a tree, or an alluring naiad beckoning from a forest glade. Fantasy sets the mind free and allows it to create the most wonderful creatures in mind-bending environments.

I have rarely tried my hand at fantasy, and what I have written was purely experimental. The one book I have published that is fantasy in any form, even though grounded in the real world (a fairy who crosses into our world with comic and tragic results) is Fairies at the Bottom of the Garden which is currently on sale with NineStar Press.


I had never written a full-on fantasy and thought I never would. Then Willow hit me between the eyes, and I agreed to try a fairytale (a dark fairytale of course). It was supposed to have been one book, just to see if I could get into that mindset. That one book turned into two. Now I'm on the third with a possible fourth coming along.

So what is the appeal of fantasy? For me, it's the ability to let loose and throw off the conventions and limits I usually impose on myself. Want people to fly? Easy? Want a castle to be built on the back of a sleeping dragon? Of course - although there are consequences when the dragon awakens. Want all fire to be alive? Why wouldn't you?

I can create and destroy entire races, with their own characteristics, voices and stories. I can have people possessed by demons, meeting skink wizards and double-ended snakes, or read by flying winged panthers. And the character options are endless. I have an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy, in love with an air elemental, who had a fling with the High King of the fae, who is almost a hundred-thousand years old (due to an accident of time), looks like he's twenty and wears outlandish clothes that mix various centuries with modern. His favourite apparel is brocade frock coats in various pastel shades, paired with tight leather trousers. He's an arrogant son-of-a-bitch but he's going to save the world - possibly.

I am having so much fun writing this, but I have to keep a tight set of notes, to remember what creatures go where and where all the fairy villages are, not to mention what powers are being awakened and how they can be applied.

What's the point of this post? Okay, a little bit is to promote my own works (watch out for the Dark Fairytale series coming very soon from eXtasy) but also to encourage you all to dream of fairies and dragons and to bring your dreams to life on the page. I look forward to reading them.

Wednesday, 8 April 2020