The dragon scales prickle at my touch before relaxing in recognition. I settle into my wolf-buck saddle handcrafted by the famous artisan elves of Esour. I reach for the reins and there’s a moment of pause…a knowing…an imprinted memory that great danger awaits on the shifting horizon. This, of course, is not the first time we have been on this …
‘Stop being a pussy,’ Bruce hisses in a low whisper as Tuxedo glances furtively down the hallway into the master bedroom. Tuxedo turns back to meet Bruce’s narrowed eyes, his masked face tilts in question. ‘We’ve gotta move,’ Bruce growls, recalling how much he hates working with amateurs. ‘The sun is coming up.’ Tuxedo’s eyes follow the dawn light creeping …
Someone is here. A key falters in the lock until the arthritic mechanisms fall in place. The rusty door knob turns but the front door is unmoving. Then with a grunt and a shove, the door is forced to surrender. Dust motes swirl in the stale, gloomy light of the public bar. One by one blinking lights flicker to life. …
‘Showoff,’ she declares as her French polish acrylic nails click on the screen as she swipes left. ‘I thought he looked fun,’ I protest. ‘He was wearing a Captain’s hat at the helm of a yacht…In my experience people who can afford a yacht, don’t need to show it off to the whole world.’ ‘But…’ She casts a pitiful look …
Poppy Gee is the Brisbane-based author of two literary thriller novels – Vanishing Falls and Bay of Fires – and one of my favourite humans! Not only is she a ridiculously talented writer (she probably won’t like me saying that), she is a big supporter of other authors and an all-round fabulous person. Poppy has also managed to do the …
The day humour was outlawed was a happy one for Irma Maddex Otic. She celebrated by working three hours of unpaid overtime in her data entry job, logging the serial numbers of thousands of microchips. Irma is a no-nonsense woman who values hard work and takes her civic duty seriously. So on her lunch break, she marches down to the …
The bride wore a second-hand wedding dress from Vinnies that had to be altered. The groom wore a clip-on tie and no pants. ‘Cut!’ the videographer shouts at his assistant like he’s directing some Hollywood blockbuster instead of filming the most ridiculous wedding in history. I’ve been in the wedding photography business for longer than I care to admit, so …
Job title. My pen hovers over the form as I wrestle with what to put down. I’d like to say ‘Writer’. Being a writer is my dream job and I do write … when I can. I take a deep breath ignoring the searing pain in my jaw and scrawl ‘Writer’. Then my inner voice takes grip. Fraud! You’re no …
One of the best things about being an author is meeting and making friends with other authors. I’ve talked many times here about how authors are great supporters of each other. Most importantly knowing other authors means you’re never short of good stuff to read, and the work of Lee and Amanda Breeze is no exception. I caught up recently …
Five years. That is how long there’s been peace. No more warring factions. No more grief and pain. Then the dragons came. I’d always wanted to start a story like that. As an author of fantasy novels, I believe every good story needs a dragon…unless it’s these dragons. Forget Game of Thrones. Forget the Hungarian Horntail. These dragons are a …