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Bayonets and Chilli

It’s a new month, and that means a new short story available on my Patreon page. But wait – there’s also a new bit of free to read flash fiction by me over at Gumshoe Review. So you have options this time around.

“Murder is a Meal for Two” is my first attempt at writing what could charitably be called a cosy mystery – no ghosts or ghouls need apply. Just two quick-witted private detectives investigating a case of food poisoning that may be more than it seems. I’d like to write more with Dixon and Dorsey, if time and interest allows, so if you enjoyed the story be sure to drop a line and let me know, or even leave a comment at the site.

Over at Patreon, “The Bayonet” is as different as can be. It’s a nasty little horror story, about a shell-shocked veteran, monsters that may or may not be real and a racist bayonet with a mission. It’s probably one of the more unpleasant things I’ve written of late, so, fair warning, it may not be to your taste.

That said, it’s only a buck, so why not give it a try? Becoming a patron nets you “The Bayonet”, as well as a handful of other short stories at the moment, with more to come. Besides the one-a-month schedule, I’ll also be adding some free, patron-only content in the future, in the form of hard-to-find reprints of my earlier stories, as well as a few PDF collections for download.

Anyway, go check those out.

Eternal War

Black Library has released a new Warhammer 40,000 audio drama compilation, Champions of the Eternal War. With scripts by David Guymer and Ian St. Martin, it also includes “The Art of Provocation”, my Lukas the Trickster story, which appeared as part of last year’s Black Library Advent Calendar.

You can purchase Champions of the Eternal War in either digital or physical format from Black Library. Why not grab a copy today?

Hounds of Pleasure

Tzekmek, Great Changer of the Barrowflock, shrilled curses as a pervasive, sugar-sweet scent permeated the air of the fens. With the guardians of the dead in disarray, and the Wickenmotte in flames, the magics of the marsh barrows had been theirs for the taking.

But even as the Tzaangor warflock had moved to plunder the ancient ruins, their celebrations were interrupted by the skirl of strange pipes and joyful, inhuman shrieks. The air had taken on an oily sheen the shaman recognised all too well…the veil was drawn thin, and something had issued forth from the realms beyond sensation. 

Now, gaunt, glistening shapes loped through the mists and hunched trees, their abominable laughter tainting the very air. Daemons, but not those loyal to the Feathered Lords. Rather, these served the Great Schemer’s lost sibling, Slaanesh. And with the way so generously cleared of opposition by the Tzaangor, they had come to claim the magics of the barrows for themselves.

Perhaps they thought the charnel grounds held some secret which would return their lost god to them. Perhaps they were simply scavengers. Either way, they could not be allowed to plunder Tzekmek’s hard-won spoils of war.

Not without a fight.  (more…)