To tempt you into craving my collection, here’s the opening paragraphs of each of the previously unpublished stories.
(If I carry on like this, I’ll have to post the second paragraph of the stories in the second collection and so on. This can only go well).
The castle on the sea rock had always been a haven for hobos and hermits, everyone knew that. The local children often saw the old man fishing as they combed the beach for driftwood and treasure. Their parents sighed and said it had been the same when they were young – there was always someone so out of luck or out of patience with the world, that they thought life might be better in a roofless wreck of old rocks clinging like a stubborn limpet to a chunk of black stone tied to the coast by a crumbling masonry causeway.
We waited until the cracks of gunshot stopped, their echoes carrying far along the bare walls of the laboratory. We waited until the heavy footsteps receded at a leisurely pace. He knew that we would not follow.
Mind The Gap
The welcoming party chatted aimlessly as they waited on the platform, admiring the fresh decor, yet to to sullied by soot and grimy crowds. James suppressed the urge to tap his shoes nervously against the new tiles. Every few moments he glanced to Archie, the station master, who was perched near the platform edge, watching a pocket watch with a deepening frown.
Punishments of a Petty Sinner
“What, so this is it? Just this?” Cathy said, staring at the room in bafflement.
Under Ancient Seals
By the time they arrived, they were already too late.
The cavern had gone on far further than expected, the natural caves continued by crude mines hacked downwards through the bedrock, barely wide enough for a single person to pass through. The torch soon guttered in the airless tunnels, forcing them to continue by spell-light alone.