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New Novel
NEW NOVEL part 2 of the Botolf Chronicles
Temporal Tome is available from today
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M66K0UG
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Cosmogonic Marbles
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marb...
Temporal Tome is available from today
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M66K0UG
get part 1 #FREE
Cosmogonic Marbles
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marb...
Snippet New Novel
“Chrom had accepted that life was going to be hard. He knew that being a Hero, in a world that didn’t really respect an old style Hero anymore, wasn’t the easiest career choice, but lately events and circumstances had made it almost unbearable. And now, here in this water-sodden place, there was nothing he could do about it but wait for death.
But Death was reluctant to deal the Hero a fatal blow. It just kept on tapping him on the head with the top of its sickle as if to say ‘There, there, you poor boy.’
Chrom lifted his head up and looked around the longship as it tossed and pitched in the rough ocean. The crew was small and could hardly be described as seadogs … more puddle puppies.”
NEW NOVEL part 2 of the Botolf Chronicles
Temporal Tome is available from today
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M66K0UG
get part 1 #FREE
Cosmogonic Marbles
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marb...
shares and retweets most welcomed … Twitter: @writer_s_downes
But Death was reluctant to deal the Hero a fatal blow. It just kept on tapping him on the head with the top of its sickle as if to say ‘There, there, you poor boy.’
Chrom lifted his head up and looked around the longship as it tossed and pitched in the rough ocean. The crew was small and could hardly be described as seadogs … more puddle puppies.”
NEW NOVEL part 2 of the Botolf Chronicles
Temporal Tome is available from today
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M66K0UG
get part 1 #FREE
Cosmogonic Marbles
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marb...
shares and retweets most welcomed … Twitter: @writer_s_downes
SNIPPET #2 from TEMPORAL TOME
Professor Turner, Master of Invisible Geographies, was not a man to risk his life putting together a reading list for his senior students. He’d much rather risk their lives and many an Invisible Geography student has had to be rescued by a search party over the years because of the Professor’s zeal for rare manuscripts. On this fine Botolf morning Professor Turner was looking for a book which had (with good reason he presumed) not been sought for many years, certainly for decades if not centuries. It was far too dangerous to send even a senior student into the darkest reaches of the library, so dangerous in fact that the Chief Librarian refused to accompany him on the grounds of cowardice and he had to make the expedition alone.
“Bugger him anyway,” repeated Professor Turner over and over again under his breath as he delved off the main pathways of the library, leaving behind confused first year students as they searched for required readings, strapped to each other like mountaineers.
The book in question was one he and Professor Hancock (the late Head of Medieval Thought, who was in no condition to accompany him being displayed on a television screen) had been discussing over the last few days. It was one of the many supernatural tomes lost in the library’s unintelligible catalogue system and, if it could be found, he knew the safest place to keep it from now on would be sealed in a lead casket, covered in concrete and buried beneath the wine cellar of the college, or preferable beneath the wine cellar of another college.
“Ah,” said Professor Turner to himself as he reached an impasse where several hundred books recording Native American contact with the Roman Empire had collapsed from the floor above into the confined space between shelves. Professor Turner fished in his long robes and found a jar with a honey-like substance that appeared to sparkle. “This will do it,” he said. Unscrewing the jar with great difficulty he smeared each of the books in front of him with a drop of the substance and instantly they became translucent. The Professor was able to reach his hand through the front layer of books and repeat the process until his entire body was enveloped by the now ethereal tomes and he slipped through to the other side of the cave in. As he replaced the lid on the jar he examined the level of substance left and was satisfied that he would be able to make the return journey through the now re-solidified books; the last thing he wanted to happen was to have to go to an operating theatre to have solid books removed from him (again).
part 2 of the Botolf Chronicles
Temporal Tome is available now
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M66K0UG
get part 1 #FREE
Cosmogonic Marbles
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marb...
shares and retweets most welcomed @writer_s_downes
“Bugger him anyway,” repeated Professor Turner over and over again under his breath as he delved off the main pathways of the library, leaving behind confused first year students as they searched for required readings, strapped to each other like mountaineers.
The book in question was one he and Professor Hancock (the late Head of Medieval Thought, who was in no condition to accompany him being displayed on a television screen) had been discussing over the last few days. It was one of the many supernatural tomes lost in the library’s unintelligible catalogue system and, if it could be found, he knew the safest place to keep it from now on would be sealed in a lead casket, covered in concrete and buried beneath the wine cellar of the college, or preferable beneath the wine cellar of another college.
“Ah,” said Professor Turner to himself as he reached an impasse where several hundred books recording Native American contact with the Roman Empire had collapsed from the floor above into the confined space between shelves. Professor Turner fished in his long robes and found a jar with a honey-like substance that appeared to sparkle. “This will do it,” he said. Unscrewing the jar with great difficulty he smeared each of the books in front of him with a drop of the substance and instantly they became translucent. The Professor was able to reach his hand through the front layer of books and repeat the process until his entire body was enveloped by the now ethereal tomes and he slipped through to the other side of the cave in. As he replaced the lid on the jar he examined the level of substance left and was satisfied that he would be able to make the return journey through the now re-solidified books; the last thing he wanted to happen was to have to go to an operating theatre to have solid books removed from him (again).
part 2 of the Botolf Chronicles
Temporal Tome is available now
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M66K0UG
get part 1 #FREE
Cosmogonic Marbles
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marb...
shares and retweets most welcomed @writer_s_downes
Snippet #3 from Temporal Tome
Snippet #3 from Temporal Tome
The Tiger was perched at the back of the boat. For a large cat it didn’t seem to mind the sea spray washing over it. In fact it looked as if it was enjoying it. The crew of the Saxon longboat had never seen a Tiger before and most of them would be happy if they never saw one again, but while it was here on their vessel they had no choice but to put up with it.
Mad Manon had given them their sailing orders after it became clear to the crew that the Tiger was with the two strangers and seemed very keen either to set sail or eat them. The instructions had been simple, sail past the land of Saints and Scholars and keep going west until we get to where we’re going.
“But we’ll fall off the edge of the Earth!” protested one of the crew.
“It’s alright,” answered Mad Manon, “I’ve got cabbages in my trousers.”
To this remark the crew could give no reply. Were the cabbages magic? Or the trousers enchanted? Either way, while the Tiger was on board they had to do what they were told or jump overboard, as they were now in uncharted and dangerous waters, drifting west, far from land.
“We don’t have enough food for a long journey,” one of the crew said, possibly the captain, but he wasn’t about to advertise that fact to two men with a large cat at their command.
Mad Manon made no reply to this. He often went weeks without food, his madness keeping his body sustained, or at least in his mad mind that’s what he thought it did, perhaps it didn’t. The Postman, feeling that there was a need for someone to take charge and more content now that his package (the Tiger) was back in his possession and could be delivered to Philip Philips, began to answer, “We can …” he began and realised he didn’t have a solution for the problem. In desperation he continued, “…he’s got cabbages in his trousers.”
NEW NOVEL part 2 of the Botolf Chronicles
Temporal Tome is available now
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M66K0UG
get part 1 #FREE
Cosmogonic Marbles
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marb...
shares and retweets most welcomed @writer_s_downes
The Tiger was perched at the back of the boat. For a large cat it didn’t seem to mind the sea spray washing over it. In fact it looked as if it was enjoying it. The crew of the Saxon longboat had never seen a Tiger before and most of them would be happy if they never saw one again, but while it was here on their vessel they had no choice but to put up with it.
Mad Manon had given them their sailing orders after it became clear to the crew that the Tiger was with the two strangers and seemed very keen either to set sail or eat them. The instructions had been simple, sail past the land of Saints and Scholars and keep going west until we get to where we’re going.
“But we’ll fall off the edge of the Earth!” protested one of the crew.
“It’s alright,” answered Mad Manon, “I’ve got cabbages in my trousers.”
To this remark the crew could give no reply. Were the cabbages magic? Or the trousers enchanted? Either way, while the Tiger was on board they had to do what they were told or jump overboard, as they were now in uncharted and dangerous waters, drifting west, far from land.
“We don’t have enough food for a long journey,” one of the crew said, possibly the captain, but he wasn’t about to advertise that fact to two men with a large cat at their command.
Mad Manon made no reply to this. He often went weeks without food, his madness keeping his body sustained, or at least in his mad mind that’s what he thought it did, perhaps it didn’t. The Postman, feeling that there was a need for someone to take charge and more content now that his package (the Tiger) was back in his possession and could be delivered to Philip Philips, began to answer, “We can …” he began and realised he didn’t have a solution for the problem. In desperation he continued, “…he’s got cabbages in his trousers.”
NEW NOVEL part 2 of the Botolf Chronicles
Temporal Tome is available now
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M66K0UG
get part 1 #FREE
Cosmogonic Marbles
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marb...
shares and retweets most welcomed @writer_s_downes
#FREE Fantasy Novel
Cosmogonic Marbles is FREE this week #comedy #fantasy novel
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cosmogonic-Ma...
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marb...
part II of the Botolf Chronicles Temporal Tome is available on Amazon UK £1.88
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Temporal-Trib...
& Amazon US $ 3.02
http://www.amazon.com/Temporal-Tribal...
The final part Gadzooks Armageddon will be released in 2015
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cosmogonic-Ma...
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marb...
part II of the Botolf Chronicles Temporal Tome is available on Amazon UK £1.88
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Temporal-Trib...
& Amazon US $ 3.02
http://www.amazon.com/Temporal-Tribal...
The final part Gadzooks Armageddon will be released in 2015
