This is the first story in what was going to be The Dansk Finanzbar Chronicles, a series of loosely related short stories in the wonderful tradition of Raymond Chandler although my protagonist was not a private eye but a dreamer, a person who can change reality by dreaming about it, often involuntarily. Long story short, it didn’t work as I expected, so I turned it into a novel. This first story, along with a few others, I think, is good enough on its own, so I’m sharing it.
Author’s note: The ‘z’ in Finanzbar is German and not Danish but hey, that’s how I dreamed it and besides it’s a federation, so there. Continue reading A Bridge in the Sea
I’ve been reading a lot of urban fantasy lately. You know, I’m following advice to “read in my genre”, which certainly makes sense and it almost certainly implies “Read something besides the books/authors you’ve already read ten times, okay?” So, that’s what I did but I’m finding something that I don’t like. I have yet to meet a true female villain. I’m sure there must be some but, apparently, not in the books I’ve been reading in the last few months. Why? Continue reading Villains! More Villains!
I had a horrible dream the other night and when I say horrible I mean the kind of horrible that leaves you in tears when you wake up. That bad. What it was about? Well, it was about an editor I’d approached in waking reality to help make “The Lamiastriga” her best self. In that dream, this editor emailed me politely declining my request, saying — still politely — that the manuscript was so badly written she would have to effectively write a new one and that was more than she was willing to do. Continue reading Ungreat Your Expectations
I wrote this story as a standalone attempt to mix vampires and some humour. At some point during the labours over the third draft of “The Lamiastriga” it fit perfectly into the beginning of the story. So perfectly, in fact, it helped me finish the bloody thing. Continue reading A Party of Two
One day, about ten years ago, someone called me a lamiastriga. He was a news writer at the company I was working for at the time and I was an editor. He was an excellent writer and he was also a really funny and smart guy. We chatted about all sorts of supernatural stuff (we were both fans) and it was during one of these chats that he invented the word. Later he left the job and moved to Germany. We lost contact but the word stuck in my memory. Continue reading The Road So Far
Once upon a time someone discovered a treasure in the ground that gave light and heat, and could make things move on their own. Even though this someone did not know it at the time, this discovery marked the birth of House Black that would come to dominate the world in the years to come. Continue reading Oil. Metals. Horror. Fantasy. Part 2
When I put these four words in the description spot below my Twitter handle, I did it in an attempt to be both honest and succinct. This is what I do: I write about oil (and gas, and everything energy) and metals, and I write fantasy and horror. Continue reading Oil. Metals. Horror. Fantasy. Part 1