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Desert Sands & Silence is published!

Desert Sands & Silence is released today!

Desert Sands cover

This is the next in the sparkpunk GreenSky series, set in a world of technology and magic.

Moel is a runner, a desert inhabitant who makes her living carrying messages across the sun-baked plains, content in her silence. But when a group of engineers from Meton are caught in a rockslide, politics abruptly brings Moel into the world again, and she meets others who have been pulled back to their pasts by Ziricon’s desire to gain the power of spark without the costs.

You can get the Kindle or paperback, and if you’re after a signed copy then ping me a message 🙂

Green Sky and Sparks front coverAlso, if you aren’t familiar with the series (although this is relatively stand-alone so you can read it without having read the others) then the first in the series, Green Sky & Sparks, is currently 99p on Kindle!

In a world of magic, wind, and electricity, Catter Jeck is offered the chance to explore a myth. Travelling from city to city, his search for the centre of the magic catches others in its coils. When the Lord Heir of Meton offers to continue the search in his flying machine, the consequences of their crash – and Toru’s accidental link to a dying Healer – suddenly become of central importance to all of their lives.

GreenSky Short Story: On The Clockwork Trail

steampunk universe coverI have another GreenSky short story available, in the Steampunk Universe anthology! It’s currently available on Kindle and will shortly be available in hard copy too.

(Also, the cover is gorgeous!)

Have an extract of the beginning…

It was the Glider that had distracted her. Usually, Kita’s eyes would be fixed on the trail; on the lookout for rocks, loose patches of sand, scree, anything that might be obstructing the trail. Even with the clockwork engine powering the wagons, they couldn’t get over every obstacle and it was easy to run the wheels into loose sand or a too-large rock. She was careful. She had to be careful.

But the Glider was drifting overhead, up in the endless green sky. There were one or two around routinely now; they were part of the mapping teams out of Huish, and could often be seen floating one way or another across the desert. She’d been lucky enough to see one doing some stunts a few weeks back, diving and whirling. The caravan convoy had stopped just to watch, all the drivers gasping as it shot down towards the desert floor and somehow missed the rocks by a flicker, whirling and spinning back up into the sky. Kita wondered how the pilot could even think straight while doing that.

But this one was just floating, slowly moving. She could see the wide canvas of the wings with their wooden struts and taught ropes, the faint shadow of the pilot hanging under it. No need for an engine thanks to the Mages that flew them, so they made no sound…they were so beautiful.

And her wagon hit a pothole.

You can get it from Amazon on Kindle and shortly in hard copy.

Birbs!

I decided that for Book 9 of GreenSky – which essentially involves the protagonist chasing a dream and, along the way, discovering that her love of birds and talent for drawing doesn’t need to be hidden – that I wanted some drawings of birds scattered through the book. And luckily for me, I’ve got an old friend who a) loves birds, b) is excellent at drawing, and c) takes commissions! (Although I did have to haggle the price up.)

My brief was essentially “sketch style, in pencil or charcoal or something, and a gull, a river bird, a couple of forest ones, maybe a small rodent?” The master of explicit artwork briefs, that’s me.

But they’ve come up trumps – I love these so much, and I’m really looking forward to typesetting the book now!  From the excellent CosmicMind Comics.

 

 

Desert Sands & Silence: release date & pre-order!

Moel is a runner, a desert inhabitant who makes her living carrying messages across the sun-baked plains, content in her silence. But when a group of engineers from Meton are caught in a rockslide, politics abruptly brings Moel into the world again, and she meets others who have been pulled back to their pasts by Ziricon’s desire to gain the power of spark without the costs.

Desert Sands & Silence will be released on the 4th May! And you can pre-order it already – don’t worry if you don’t do it now, I’m going to keep jogging your memory *evil grin*

Desert Sands cover

 

Greensky Writing: Obak and Iilde

A random piece of writing that I’m not sure I’m going to use for anything…although it might develop into a longer story! This is a continuation on from Salt Winds & Wandering, so potential spoilers if you haven’t read it. If you haven’t, then it is stand-alone, and it’s only novella length!

Obak lay in his swaying bunk, listening to the waves against the hull of the Gull. The storm had passed over an hour ago, and they were now in the lull that always came after the winds had battered their fury out against the waves and the small ship that bobbed on them. He knew Henyrich was up at the tiller along with Karin, and Iilde was in her bunk for some much-needed sleep, and so he could lie here staring up at the low ceiling above him.

But he wasn’t seeing the wood. He was seeing the stars that he knew were overhead, probably half-hidden by clouds. The pinpricks of light against the dark sky, turning slowly around the world, guiding them across the oceans…

He absently wondered how Catter Jeck was faring, in the now far-off city of Meton, half an ocean away from the Gull. He was in the middle of another study of the ancient city of Treloolir, and his last mail packet to Obak had been full of drawings of the carvings on the-

Oh.

Wait.

And Obak swung his legs over the side of the bunk, tangling the sheets in his haste to find a robe and spill the news of his realisation to his partner. “Iilde! Iilde!”

 

Mage Iilde, 3rd level Water, did not enjoy being woken at the best of times. She wasn’t a morning person, and as they often sailed overnight, ‘morning’ meant the end of any sleep cycle. It would be fair to say that Iilde wasn’t an anytime-of-day-if-you’d-just-woken-her-up person.

She lifted her head from the pillow blearily as Obak stuck his head through the small hatch leading into her bunk-room. “What broke?”

“Nothing! The stars, Iilde. Catter’s carvings. They’re stars.”

Iilde stared at him for a long moment, taking in her partner’s wide smile and bright eyes, his tousled hair, his baggy shirt barely covering his hips. And then she sighed and flopped her head back down on the pillow. “You’re not going to let me sleep, are you…what’s stars, Obak?”

The Mage sat down on the end of her bunk, flipping through something. Iilde sighed again. “You can’t even see! Put the light on!”

The spark-light lit the tiny wood-panelled room in brightness, and Obak thrust a sheet at her. “Look. The drawings they did of the patterns…Catter didn’t know what they meant, but they’re stars.”

“So what?”

“It means they had a reason to use them!”

The woman rubbed her eyes. “So what?”

Obak rolled his eyes.

Iilde squinted at the drawing. “They don’t look right.”

The Mage glanced down. “That…half? That does.”

“But that one’s not anything,” Iilde said.

“But this is!” Obak almost smudged the drawing in his excitement. “I know I’m right, Iilde. They’re stars! They’re a map of the skies. That’s what the ancient cities had on their walls. This is going to be huge!”

“Obak,” his sailing partner said slowly and patiently, “we’re in the middle of the ocean. We’ve got no way to contact anyone until we’re back at the coastline, whenever we finish this latest survey. It’s exciting, yes, but it can most definitely wait. Just….let me sleep, would you?”