The Hidden (Episode 3)

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We stumbled across the first of the big people at the side of a hedge. He didn’t see us, but we saw him. He seemed to have sprung a leak and was flooding out fast. We left him to it because we were far too small to help and weren’t ready to be noticed. Next, came a small big person, if you know what I mean? The small big person kicked a round thing in the air that almost squashed us on its way down. We left him to it and flew on.
By nightfall, we’d flown further than any faerie might’ve dreamed. Tristania was exhausted, so we stopped in a tree that appeared to be the only one for miles around. We sat on a branch hand in hand and looked around at all the stone buildings that stretched in straight lines for ever and ever. Each spouted plumes of black smoke that made my eyes water and Tristania cough. It got so bad that an owl, whose kind had always been friendly to us little folk, invited us into his hole in the tree and made us a drink of nettle tea. There, safe from the smoke and the big people, the owl told us a tale.
To Be Continued…

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The Hidden (Episode 2)

img-alternative-textTristania hooked me by my britches, causing a groan, extended her gossamer wings and flew us away. Over the babbling brook, beyond the meadows and into the Wide Nowhere, as our kind called it, we sped before the others realised us gone. Like dragonflies, we dashed and zoomed, flittered and fluttered, until in a pop of faerie dust, the world beyond the borders of our magical world was breached. We were free. For the first time in our lives, we were wide-eyed and free.

If truth was told, I never thought we’d make it. I expected legions of faerie folk to take to the backs of robins and sparrows, skylarks and wrens, and come hurtling after us. When they didn’t, it was kind of anticlimactic. A smile from Tristania soon settled me though. A smile from Tristania always did.

To Be Continued…

The Hidden (Episode 1)

img-alternative-textUnder the willow by the lake, our clandestine rendezvous. Where wisterias blooms wrapped us in unearthly perfumes, we dallied and danced and sang. Hidden, we expressed our love.

She dressed in the manner of all her kind: green blouse; violet leggings; small, silver tiara; her wings as always remained uncovered. Being male, I was attired in my usual cobweb cape and little else; males had no wings to worry about. We were, of course, faerie folk and this is the tale of our love. My name is Tristan and hers Tristania.

We were meant for each other, always had been, always would be. From the first day we met, the day they made us from the very same rose petals, and ever after to the time we would diminish, we were destined to be one. Our home in the woods was to be our home forever. Yet the world beyond the willow, the last tree on the edge of our abode, remained an unknown source of wonderment. Or rather, it was unknown, but no longer. We would stay hidden no more.

To Be Continued…

Book Review – Holy Remedy by J. G. Martins

Holy Remedy
A unique and enjoyable fantasy.
Holy Remedy is the first book in The Invisible Conflict Chronicles by J. G. Martins. Set in the thirteenth century kingdoms of the Magyars, the book is instantly recognisable to so many fantasy novels by its departure from those more usual settings. A feather in the cap to the author.
The Knight, Rodger Clement, is sent out to find a cure to the Baron Levente’s illness by (everybody boo,) Bishop Konrad. Konrad is a man with a desire for power at his core and will stop at nothing to gain it.
A story with much to admire, particularly in the use and believablity of its characters, the story speeds along with an almost continual trail of twists and subterfuge. The book keeps the reader on edge from start to finish and will leave them licking their lips at the prospect of more, which I understand there will be.
Short in length though not in content, Holy Remedy is a story that one can read almost in a single sitting. A few grammatical errors, all easily fixable, prevent a five star review, but if fixed there would be no hesitation from me in upping this to a five.
Highly recommended.

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Biography
J. G. Martins received an engineering degree in telecommunications. He was a professor of physics and other scientific subjects at a university, prior to devoting himself to his true passion – creating and telling stories.
Passionate about music, food and literature, when he’s not writing, he spends his time reading about history, the mysteries of the universe and searching for his favorite sushi.
In the meantime, he’ll continue with the creative work. New stories about the Invisible Conflict Chronicles will be revealed soon.

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Click Here To Purchase: Holy Remedy

New Release: Once Upon A Broken Dream

Author’s Note: I’m pleased to announce the release of Once Upon A Broken Dream. This is a Science Fiction and Fantasy anthology I’m lucky enough to have a short story included in, and has just gone live on Kindle. My story, Sapphire Heartbreaks, is a look into the alternate Victorian world of my future releases. I hope you enjoy it.

Here is the synopsis:

Dragons, magic, fairies, angels, vampires, knights, a gollum, a vengeful child’s toy, a depressed cashier, a bridge made of stars, and a donkey… What do they all have in common? An appearance in this anthology.

This collection of short stories is as diverse as the Creativia authors who wrote them. Travel to Victorian London, an otherworldly slave market, a faraway planet, a quaint English town and other wondrous places in the pages of Once Upon a Broken Dream.

The price is ridiculously cheap, so if anyone is after a good read, this should fit the bill.

Here is the Link: Once Upon A Broken Dream

Thanks for reading

Richard

When Marnie Was There

For the first time in the four and a half years since I left work to write, I took two hours off during the day to watch television. I’m a huge Studio Ghibli fan and saw one of their latest movies, When Marnie Was There, advertised to be on over lunchtime. I hadn’t seen it and don’t have pay tv. Now, I’m rigid in my writing hours, eight until four, but I had to watch it. I’m so glad I did. Sometimes, a break is as good as a rest, and today it was. A truly magical film. As with all Ghibli films, the art was incredibly beautiful and the story more so. If you haven’t seen it, you should, it’s an advert for fantasy at its best. A tale of family and living life with a smile despite hardship, the film was superb. A good moral to take from a story, I think, something we should all consider more.

Richard

50 Word Stories: The Firedrakes


I loved watching the firedrakes burn the clouds. The way the great beasts transformed vapour to radiant colours, light and steam touched my soul. I didn’t know why they did it, and didn’t care, they just did.
When they’d finished and our atmosphere burned, I thought differently. We all did.

Author’s Note: I took this picture last night, which inspired the story. Sometimes the sky is more beautiful than any story. Last night, it was.

Into Eternity Paperback Release!

Author’s Note: A very big thank you to all of you who have asked and then waited patiently for Into Eternity the Paperback Edition. I am delighted to say it is now released.
I can only apologies again for the delay. I knew it had been a long time when I clicked on it in Amazon and Etta James starting singing At Last.

Here’s a glimpse:

“So this is what eternity looks like.” Prince Grella 

Queen Serena and her allies have fled the Nordic massacre, taking Princess Linka with them. For Jean, it’s heartbreak; for Merryweather and the abandoned Aurora, far worse. Not even the return of a broken Prince Grella and a dramatic escape from an obliterated Hvit softens the blow of their loss. Tempers flare and the pursuit resumes.

Leaving the Arctic ice behind, Jean and the others must reconcile with both current and past deaths, as they close in on the Baltic home of the hated Duke Gorgon. Here, their enemies gather and confrontation is inevitable.

Under Merryweather’s frustrating tutelage, Jean marches from one infuriating revelation to another, but as the lies unravel and the truth unfurls, he discovers the Britannian is not the fool he’s taken him for. The enigmatic Merryweather appears the key to the greatest mystery of all. But will he ever show his true colors?

In the stunning climax to The Eternals Series, a brooding Jean must do what he’s never done before: place his trust in others. For only at the end of all things, as the sun dies and Shangri-La falls, will Jean know what it means to step Into Eternity.

Into Eternity 

Thank you
Richard
Richard M. Ankers / Author of The Eternals Series

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Darker Than Dark

Author’s Note: from my WIP.

There is dark. There is darker. I fall somewhere in between. Some might say the black void of infinity close; it is too cold for my liking, too remote. The storm would come closer, those moments before the lightning strike when midnight gathers and fury threatens; I am not furious, I am quiet like a forgotten whisper. There are so many shades, so many names, from obsidian to slate and back again, so many ways to clarify that which must roam free. In a world of the definite, I am without category. In a universe of polished perfections, I am less reflective than one would wish. So, my friends, my less than fortunate disciples, I can say only this. I am the night, and woe betide the light that escapes me.