fantasy novel

The Town was an augmented version of the Fallows, a lank feeling of desperation hung on every corner. Rowan consulted his map and cross referenced it with his location in relation to his journey thus far and if his bearings served him correctly then he was stood, more or less, where the words...

Rowan’s ears embraced the words as a cherry blossom does the spring. With curling toes and hairs on end Rowan could hear his home calling to him, to rescue, to repair and to complete him once again. ‘Rowan-Rowan?’ a gust of words fleeted by in the key of G major. The man slung his bag onto his...

Stunned, Rowan lay frozen too petrified to open his eyes. The strangers warm breath teased the inside of Rowans ear. Without moving a single other muscle in his body Rowan steadily prised open his left eyelids and rolled his gaze towards the direction of the thing that had him anchored. Dusk...

Hello fellow readers and writers. If you are reading my Portfolio. You will notice that I am slowly placing in Volume One of Granderhill. So I have decided to give you a little background on a few of the main characters of the series so that you can have a better idea who they are. Hope this...

It is straining to fathom that beyond our homes, beyond the layers of precious gases that we inhale and exhale so liberally, beyond our space stations, beyond a moon that pushes and pulls at our oceans, that there is absolutely nothing. A whole expanse of nothing, so contradictory that it makes...