All posts by Richard Ankers

Richard is a writer and author of The Eternals Series published by Creativia. A former Authonomy.com gold medalist, part of HarperCollins, Richard has had many short stories and poetry published and always feels extremely privileged each time. A prolific writer, a constant source of clearing his mind, Richard has created this website to share just some of the many poems and prose he has written that would otherwise have fallen by the wayside. Reading and writing have always been Richard's main love along with the pursuit of keeping fit. Running, walking, and anything that provides a spectacular view always feature highly for him. Running in the rain with his headphones on whilst dreaming up some future storyline is just about perfect. It would be nicer still if that run was in Switzerland or Norway, but we can't have everything. Oh, and coffee, lots and lots of coffee.

TWO DAYS ONLY!

March 8th – 9th

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For Jean, eternity should’ve meant forever.

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Born to immortality, Jean is the last Eternal lord… and one of the last inhabitants of a dying Earth.

In the face of the perishing sun, some have accepted their fate while others are ready to fight for their future. But Jean’s future changes when he commits the cardinal sin, and his bite takes the life of Princess Chantelle, of The New Europa Alliance.

Suddenly, he’s a man on the run, falling in love and rediscovering his humanity. With the sun’s clock ticking, Jean tries to reconcile his sordid past… but instead stumbles into age-old conspiracies and beyond.

Thank you

Richard

Richard M. Ankers

Author of THE ETERNALS SERIES

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March Author Update

The Beast from the East, bad weather to you and me, has swept away. All of a sudden, England has morphed from white to almost-green. Is Spring in the air?

As for me, I’ve been editing, editing, editing like the industrious literary beaver I am. The Theatre of The Moon – Nimbus takes greater shape daily as each chapter grows nearer to perfection. Who is La Contessa D’Argento, the proprietor to London’s newest theatrical attraction? Only time will tell.

The cold weather and an enforced period indoors has also helped in developing the several other projects I have on the go with no small amount of words being written in anger, as they say.

As well as the novel work, I have also utilised the Scrivener writing software I use to compile and order the short stories I am always writing. This has worked so well that given half a chance I’ll share how I did it for the benefit of others. Not only can I write and edit within one place but use the self-same database and templates for submitting work. It’s been a great help.

As regards published work, The Eternals is on promotion from the 8th – 9th of March in Kindle format for just $0.99 / £0.99 depending on your region. I hope this serves as a tempter to the other two books in the trilogy, Hunter Hunted and Into Eternity.

THE ETERNALS

As always, I wish you all a great month.

Richard

Richard M. Ankers

Author of The Eternals Series

EPod Interview with Richard Ankers

A big thanks to Freya for inviting me to participate in her Escape Pod Interviews.
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Welcome back to my Escape Pod Interview series. If you’re not familiar with this kind of post, please read the back story at Escape Pod Emulation!
So, let’s open the Escape Pod door and find who’s managed to escape today… Hello there! It’s Richard Ankers! What 5 items have you brought with you?
The first and only thing I would need would be a tennis ball. I could quite happily sit and bounce it off the Escape Pod’s frame for hundreds of hours. My next four items are therefore luxuries.
A copy of The Dancers at the End of Time by Michael Moorcock.

A copy of A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams.
A pen.
A notebook.

Richard Ankers says of himself, “When I realised I could no longer be happy unless writing, I resigned from my job to do so. I gave up all that I was to…

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February Author Update

These posts are usually reserved for my Facebook Author Page, but as seen as I’m here less and less, I thought this might explain.

February Author Update

Where’s the year going!

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Second month in and as busy as ever. Thanks to almost a month of categorising, tagging and collating information, we have lift-off… well, almost. As well as cracking on with Nimbus, Book 1 of The Theatre of the Moon Trilogy, I’ve actually had a chance to insert some of the chapters I’ve been trialling into the following two books. All three novels now have sections within them as well as Nimbus being fully penned. I actually have so many spare chapters that I may even start to post some of them. I hope this will give people a taste of the stories to come. We shall see.

As regards my shorter work, after a disaster which I can’t remember if I told you all about, where I not only lost everything on my computer but the back-up exploded too, (not literally) I have managed to not only find everything I lost but also some I’d forgotten I even had. (Shakes his head!) Accordingly, some have been sent out on submission and others I’ve stashed.

The month ahead looks like one of rewrites and additional diary entries for Nimbus (Mortimer Headlock does like to pen his thoughts). I shall enjoy writing each new word.

So, until I have anything more substantial to tell you, I’ll sign off with a ‘Have A Great February’. See you soon.

Richard

 

The Birds and the Bees

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The Birds and the Bees

The leaves hung like hummingbirds hovering for food. In swarms of suspended metals, autumn’s glinting deposits waited to settle on the scorched ground.

Next came the wind. Warmer than a lover’s kiss, colder than a refusal, it took me in its swirling embrace unsure whether to throttle or enfold. Me and that last of all trees in that last of all places.

Those leaves that remained whipped about like bees stinging at my skin, my throat, my everything. In beauty, I died.

We all did.