Echo and the White Howl – Brexit allegory?

I have been asked on a number of occasions how my latest novel Echo and the White Howl should be interpreted. Is it an historic allegory? A contemporary political allegory? A spiritual allegory? Someone suggested the story alluded to Stalin’s Russia and the way he created famines. Someone else even suggested the story might be about the European Union and Brexit.

Quite honestly, the primary motivation for writing the novel was simply to create a gift for my youngest son, who asked for an adventure story about wolves. If readers want to interpret the book in any other way, they are most welcome to, but certainly there is no intentional message of any kind in the story. Indeed, I take that approach with all my books. I believe that the more one tries to put a message in one’s writing, the more preachy it will sound.

What I do believe, as I have often stated on this blog, is that when one writes purely to tell a story and not deliver a message, what is important to the author will be inherent in the text, and thus be far more palatable and persuasive. So yes, it is possible, perhaps even inevitable, that some of my political and spiritual views are lurking beneath the surface of Echo and the White Howl. I shan’t get into what they might be, as I prefer to leave that to readers to interpret (inaccurately or otherwise). However, some of the themes present in my other works – abuse of power and corruption for example, not to mention the metaphysical elements – appear again here.

Echo and the White Howl is out now. Click here for your Kindle download or paperback copy.

Writing Echo and the White Howl

Animal fiction is a notoriously difficult beast. I had never intended to write any, until last summer, when my youngest son begged me for a story about wolves. I initially said no, but then I had an idea that nagged and tickled, and the voices in my head would not be silenced until I had put them on paper.

Writing for my son proved a very good motivator, and despite my trepidation I pushed ahead with what eventually became Echo and the White Howl. It was not an easy novel to write for several reasons. For one thing, one has to make sure the reader suspends disbelief. That means walking the tightrope between assigning human attributes to animal characters to make them relatable, and yet at the same time making sure their knowledge doesn’t exceed their natural awareness. Wolves would have no understand of things like helicopters for instance (in the novel they are referred to as giant flying metal insects).

Turns of phrase can prove problematic. In the first draft, I often caught myself writing things like “Echo couldn’t put his finger on the problem” when he has paws, not fingers. On top of that, I had to decide which facts from my research should be incorporated into my story, and what should be left out. So for example, how a pack hunts, challenges to the Alpha and so forth are all woven into the narrative, whereas the fact that wolves supposedly only see in black and white was ignored. Poetic licence is important, and to have included the latter point would have been as foolish as insisting space battles in Star Wars feature no laser sound effects due to the vacuum of space.

Finally, I made a very conscious decision that this novel would not patronise children. I absolutely cannot bear children’s fiction which talks down to the reader. Whilst Echo and the White Howl is suitable for all ages, it does contain some frightening and upsetting moments. Nor does it skimp on blood and gore in both hunt and fight scenes. I honestly believe none of this material is gratuitous or out of place. Indeed, to have censored or left it out would have been fundamentally dishonest. In the main the novel is a thrilling adventure story with an ultimately reassuring outcome, but the fears, doubts, moments of despair and tragedies experienced by Echo and Saphira on their journey are not glossed over either. I believe this is in keeping with the traditions of the very best animal fiction, in the likes of Watership Down, The Jungle Book and Bambi.

Echo and the White Howl is out now. Click here for your Kindle download or paperback copy.

Researching Echo and the White Howl

As with all my books, my latest, Echo and the White Howl, involved a considerable amount of research. I have not ever been to Alaska (alas), but nonetheless I had to find out a great deal in order to generate a convincing, atmospheric, dirt-under-the-paws level of realism for the novel.

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For a start, I had to learn a great deal about wolf packs and their habits. Everything from how cubs are raised, to how lone wolves are sometimes adopted into other packs. Mating, digging dens, pack pecking order, territoriality and hunting were topics I studied extensively in books, online and in documentaries. Much of this provided useful information with which I could punctuate the narrative.

Regarding the issue of hunting, how a pack take down large and small prey proved particularly instructive. There are a number of hunts in the story at key points, some of which coincide with vital character development moments, so it was important to get these details right. For example, following a hunt, the pecking order in a pack determines the order in which the wolves feed, with the Alpha male and female first, and so on. Having studied this, I was able to generate drama around post hunt feasting in the very first chapter, with certain wolves resentful and envious of others, setting up conflicts to come.

I also researched a great deal about Alaska itself, especially the wilderness where these wolf packs reside. Everything from the kinds of trees to flora and fauna were looked into, although I tried not to overdo the references in the novel itself. After a certain point, landscape description just becomes tedious. Indeed, I had to trim it back in earlier drafts.

Another key element woven into the story are the seasons, including perpetual sunlight and perpetual darkness, depending on the time of year. Again, I was able to use this to my advantage in the story, as the amount of daylight proves significant in a key moment at the end of act one.

Other animals had to be researched as well, including Orca whales, eagles, bears and racoons. Originally all four species played a key role in the story, although in the end the Orca subplot was cut as I considered it too outlandish. In the final draft, these whales do appear briefly, but only in passing.

Finally, the most fascinating thing I learned in my research – which didn’t have a direct bearing on the novel – is just how unfairly reviled wolves have been throughout the centuries, and how they have been needlessly and cruelly hunted down by humans, when in fact they pose no significant threat to us. Where wolves have been deliberately reintroduced into the wild, such as in Yellowstone Park for instance – entirely ecosystems have radically recovered as the balance of nature has been restored in an extraordinary domino effect. Check out this short video here.

Echo and the White Howl is a thrilling animal adventure for all ages. Click here for your Kindle download or paperback copy.

Echo and the White Howl – Influences

Whilst I believe my latest novel Echo and the White Howl is an interesting and original work in its own right, I also think it is disingenuous to deny influences. Here then are seven other stories that informed Echo and the White Howl.

 

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Watership Down (Richard Adams) – One of my favourite novels, and the most obvious influence. This tale of rabbits fleeing apocalyptic disaster and standing up against dictatorial oppression (both themes that also appear in my novel) has surprisingly dark, savage undertones, as well as being vivid, gripping and deeply moving. My novel doesn’t skimp on savagery either, as like Adams I don’t believe in patronising children. The notion of the rabbit god Frith is also echoed (see what I did there), with the wolf goddess Akna.

The Jungle Book (Rudyard Kipling) – Akela and the other wolves in Kipling’s iconic classic are so well-known and well-loved that I almost dismissed the notion of a wolf novel as futile before I’d even started. Akela’s presiding over the wolf council and his recitations of the law of the jungle are very clear influences on the character of Aatag, and how he runs his wolf pack.

The Wind in the Willows (Kenneth Grahame) – This classic of animal literature is an undoubted tonal influence on some of the lighter, more whimsical elements in my novel, especially during sequences where Echo tries to persuade an eagle and a bear to help him through trickery.

The Gruffalo (Julia Donaldson) – Nini the racoon is something of a comic relief character in my novel, but his amusing (and successful) attempts at talking his way out of being eaten are akin to that of the mouse in The Gruffalo.

Animal Farm (George Orwell) – Many animal fiction tales owe a debt to Animal Farm, and mine is no different. The tyrannical regime of the pigs proved a key inspiration for the tyrannical regime that appears in my novel. In Animal Farm the regime is meant as an allegory of Soviet Russia, and interestingly, some have read contemporary concerns (specifically Brexit) into “The Union” of my novel. I didn’t intend Echo and the White Howl to be a political allegory, but if people want to read that into it then obviously I cannot stop them.

Bambi (Film) – The “circle of life” narrative that underpins my favourite Walt Disney animated film was a big influence. My novel also features the traumatic death of a parent, as well as a forest fire in the climax.

Twin Peaks (TV series) – The idea of the villain being possessed by an ancient demonic force from the “Dark Realm” may feel like a side-step into outright fantasy or horror, but oddly enough the idea came from Twin Peaks, whereby the killer is possessed by a malevolent spirit from the “Black Lodge”. As my wife said in her (otherwise positive) assessment of Echo and the White Howl, “Not everyone is going to appreciate a left turn into weirdness”. Despite this, the Dark Realm elements simply add to the spiritual backdrop of the novel, along with the White Wolf of Akna, the Black Mountain, the Circle and so on. Besides, I believe mixing dirt-under-the-paw realism with the metaphysical creates a surprisingly potent combination.

Echo and the White Howl is a thrilling animal adventure for all ages, set amongst a pack of wolves in the Alaskan wilderness. Click here for your Kindle download or paperback copy.

Echo and the White Howl – the cover

Here’s the cover for my new novel, Echo and the White Howl.

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I greatly dislike the word “team”. It is the word my children dread to hear at school (“team project”) because it often means they will end up doing all the work whilst others sit and twiddle their thumbs. It is also hurled around endless miserable corporate settings, often as a stick to bash over the heads of employees, implying responsibility beyond what they are paid for (“You’re letting the team down”). Generally I only use the word in a sport related context, and prefer to use other terms elsewhere (“group”, “department”, “squadron” – anything but “team”).

However, I cannot deny that the Echo and the White Howl cover was the product of excellent “teamwork”. My wife Zara and my good friend Yasmine Nuoraho both had a hand in the design, as did I. There were a number of variations (including one with an orange sunset background) but in the end I opted for the colder, blue-grey version which tonally suits the mostly wintery setting.

Set amongst a wolf pack in the vast Alaskan wilderness, Echo and the White Howl is a thrilling animal fiction adventure for all ages.

Here is the blurb from the back of the book:

When a wolf pack discovers humans lurking near their territory, Echo senses dark times ahead.

Despite the warnings and omens, Aatag, the pack Alpha, refuses to flee… leading to a cruel turn of events that forces Echo into exile, and a quest for revenge that will change the pack forever.

Echo and the White Howl is out now, as a download or paperback from Amazon. Click here for your copy.

Another excerpt from Echo and the White Howl

Here’s another excerpt from my latest novel, Echo and the White Howl. An animal fiction adventure for all ages, this segment is from chapter 3, where Echo, Malakai and Imalik go on a scouting expedition to investigate human activity outside of their pack territory. (For an introduction to some of the characters, click here).

 

After a while, Imalik halted. He turned back to Malakai and Echo then pointed his snout at an indentation in the snow nearby. Echo peered at the tracks and realised with a certain degree of trepidation that they were unlike any he had ever seen.

‘Are those human footprints?’ asked Malakai.

Imalik nodded. ‘Quite recent too, by the look of them, and judging by the smell. I suspect we might come across some humans soon.’

Echo and Malakai exchanged glances. They didn’t need to be told twice about the dangers of humans. They continued on, sniffing the tracks and following them further into the forest. Their path curved around to the west before dropping steeply around the lip of a rocky dell. A curious scent mingled with that of the human presence which Echo had never encountered before; a dirty, greasy, sticky tang. He felt a little dizzy, and the further he got to the source of the odour, the more overpowering it became.

‘What is that smell?’ said Echo.

‘I don’t know,’ said Malakai. ‘But I don’t like it. This whole place feels… I don’t know. As though it’s waiting for something terrible to happen… The tree spirits are unsettled here, but I can’t understand why.’

‘Quiet!’ hissed Imalik, as they stopped for a moment. Imalik turned his head towards the dell, and a curious flicker entered his eyes. Echo couldn’t quite describe what he saw on Imalik’s face; an alarming mixture of excitement, greed and triumph. Yet Echo couldn’t explain how he felt, other than that he was suddenly afraid. Imalik had always been an intimidating presence. But it wasn’t just because of his scarred features or the fact that he was considerably larger and more cunning than the other wolves in the pack. Something about him had always bothered Echo, though he did not know what. Now that something seemed amplified, as though about to reveal itself.

‘We should go down there,’ Imalik said eventually.

‘I don’t think we should,’ said Malakai. ‘There is evil in that dell. I can sense it.’

Imalik snarled. ‘I’m in charge of this expedition. You’ll do as I say.’

Malakai opened his mouth to argue but Echo shot a warning look in his direction. He didn’t want to anger Imalik, especially after that strange gleam he had seen in his eye.

‘Follow me, but be careful,’ said Imalik.

The group cautiously made their way down along the side of the dell, until they were beneath the steep rock formations. Snow and ice covered the ground, and the entire area was shaded in thick trees that all but blocked out the sun. However, a strange, thick black liquid could be seen gently bubbling amid the snow and rocks, seeping from the earth itself. It stuck to rocks and blackened the snow. The smell of this curious liquid was stronger than ever, and Echo had a difficult time detecting any other scent. Even the human trail had been overpowered.

‘What is this stuff?’ said Echo, his paw hovering over a patch of bubbling black liquid.

‘Don’t touch it!’ cried Malakai.

Imalik sniffed a patch of the strange, sticky substance. ‘I think it is safe enough.’

Malakai shook his head. ‘No. This is dangerous. It attracts humans and causes them to do terrible things.’

‘What are you talking about?’ said Imalik. ‘How can you possibly know that?’

‘I can sense it,’ said Malakai.

Imalik scoffed. ‘Let me guess. The spirits of the trees told you?’

‘Leave him alone,’ said Echo. ‘Whatever this stuff is, Malakai is right. The humans are interested in it. If that brings more humans here it might be bad for the pack. Humans are afraid of us and kill us if they see us.’

‘Perhaps Father will know what this black stuff is,’ said Malakai.

‘I doubt it,’ said Imalik. ‘Aatag has not studied human lore the way I have.’

‘You know too much about humans,’ said Malakai. ‘Such knowledge is dangerous Imalik. Remember the Code of Akna forbids…’

‘Don’t lecture me about the Code!’ snapped Imalik. ‘This is a scouting mission to determine whether or not the human presence is dangerous to the pack, not a religious debate. We need to find out why they are here, and if it is for this stuff, we need to understand it.’

‘But how will we do that?’

Imalik thought for a moment. ‘Perhaps if we set a regular watch in this part of the forest… However, we are probably in the territory of another pack, which could cause problems.’

‘If there is another pack present in this territory, perhaps we should try and contact them,’ said Echo. ‘Perhaps they know what the humans are up to.’

Imalik’s ears suddenly cocked. He sniffed the air and frowned. ‘Humans,’ he said. ‘At least four. I think they are approaching. We should hide and see what they do.’

Echo and Malakai followed Imalik out of the dell and back around its edge, following the rocky path to an area overlooking the bubbling black liquid. There they settled behind some trees and bushes, concealing themselves within but still able to observe the ground at the bottom of the dell.

For several minutes they waited in silence. Echo could also smell the approaching humans, despite the overpowering scent of the black liquid. His heart began to beat faster and he wondered whether the humans would carry the rods that fired hot metal. Yet despite his anxiety, he felt just as unsettled by Imalik, whose eyes still betrayed a fiery curiosity, as though he had been bewitched. Although they were on a scouting expedition, trying to discover what the humans were up to, Echo couldn’t escape the nagging sense that there was more going on inside Imalik than he had let on. Judging by the look on Malakai’s face, he felt a similar concern.

Echo and the White Howl is out now as a download or paperback from Amazon. Order your copy here.

An excerpt from Echo and the White Howl

Here’s an excerpt from my latest novel, Echo and the White Howl. An animal fiction adventure for all ages, this segment is from chapter 1, just after Echo and the other wolves in his pack successfully hunt an elk amid the snowy Alaskan landscape.

(NOTE: click here for an introduction to some of the characters in the story.)

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The wolf pack howled in triumph for a few seconds. Then Imalik hovered next to the dead beast, his great fangs drooling as though he were about to begin feeding. Aatag immediately approached, and the two wolves stared at one another. Echo watched the scene, and for a moment felt anxious as the two great wolves sized one another up. Aatag was a large grey wolf, with a great bushy tail and deep eyes filled with the experience of many hunts and many winters. His wisdom and cunning over the years meant he bore few scars, and yet there could be no doubt he appeared old. Perhaps as Puyak claimed, he wasn’t quite as sharp and swift in his instincts as he used to be.

Imalik by contrast seemed in his prime. He looked more scarred, but no less cunning. His black furry coat was matted and bloody as a result of the death blow he had inflicted on the bull elk, and one of his dark, steel eyes had an oddly milky texture, as though he were blind. Yet Echo knew Imalik’s eyesight was legendary. He could often see at a longer range than many wolves, seemingly through trees, rocks and beyond.

Copper trotted up to Aatag’s side, and Echo watched as the red wolf stared at Imalik, perhaps silently warning him. As Aatag’s Beta, Imalik would always feast second after Aatag and Kiana, but on more than one occasion he had grumbled about this. For a moment Echo wondered if another argument might ensue, but presently Imalik cocked his ears and head into a submissive pose.

As Alpha, Aatag ate first. He gnawed and chewed at the freshly slain elk whilst the rest of the pack looked on. Echo stood nearby, knowing he would have to wait his turn and that the best and most nourishing parts – the heart, the liver and so forth – would have almost certainly been consumed by then.

Once Aatag had eaten his fill, Kiana ate too. Echo could not fail to notice the resentful glare in Imalik’s eyes as he watched, growling quietly under his breath. But a quelling look from Copper rendered Imalik silent once more.

Puyak trotted up to Echo, planting his paw firmly in the snow with his ears alert, ready to feast on the carcass once permission had been given. He was next in line, then Echo, then Malakai. Finally Imalik and lastly Copper would be allowed to feast. Despite their hunting prowess Imalik and Copper were not cubs of Aatag and Kiana, and as such always came last during feeding. Both had previously been lone wolves; wanderers from other packs that had been allowed to join Aatag’s pack some years ago.

For a moment Echo glanced at Copper. He had less fur than the rest of the pack, and the rusty colouring of the red wolves was not seen as often in their region. Copper had a reputation almost as fierce as that of Aatag, and rival wolf packs for miles around had always kept well clear of their land. However, recently there had been more challenges than usual. With Aatag undertaking fewer patrols in person around the perimeters of their territory, much of the security work had been left to Copper and Imalik. Together they had marked the ground and ruthlessly intimidated any wolves that dared to stray too close to the border.

In the south, near the River Aga where they had caught the elk, there had been a number of recent skirmishes. Copper and Imalik had seen off scouts from at least two different packs over the last month. There had been rumours of aggressive stand-offs, and Imalik had said that challenges to territories further north had left a number of packs wandering, wanting to incur on their ground. Such news had been reported to Aatag, but the Alpha had so far not seemed overly concerned.

As Aatag and Kiana finished feeding, Puyak moved in to eat, but Aatag blocked his path.

‘You broke cover too soon,’ said Aatag. ‘You were impulsive. Because of you the elk could have escaped. Next time be patient, and await my signal.’

‘But you were too slow,’ said Puyak. ‘If we’d waited much longer…’

‘When we hunt in this pack you follow my orders, or you don’t hunt at all,’ said Aatag. ‘Is that clear?’

‘Yes Father.’

‘Good. Now you may eat.’

Aatag’s admonishment of Puyak was not unusual. Puyak was the biggest and bravest of the litter which Malakai and Echo had been born into, but he was also the most reckless and had frequently been warned that his actions could get him killed if he wasn’t careful. Malakai, Puyak and Echo had not been on many hunts, but on virtually every single one they had attended so far, Puyak had been singled out for criticism by his father.

‘He really doesn’t seem to learn,’ Echo said to Malakai.

‘His time will come,’ said Malakai. ‘One day, Puyak will balance wisdom with bravery, just as Father does.’

‘So you always say,’ said Echo.

‘I have faith in all my brothers,’ said Malakai. ‘Some learn quicker, some slower, but the important thing is to learn.’

Echo stared at Malakai, again thinking over what an enigma he was. His brother often seemed distant, elsewhere, and yet he seemed wiser than many wolves that were far older than him.

After Puyak finished eating, Echo finally took his turn. He sank his teeth into the tender flesh, tearing at the skin and gorging himself on the meat of the elk’s hind quarters. He ate until he was completely full, feeling refreshed and nourished following the long and tiring hunt.

Once Echo had finished, he moved away from the elk, knowing that Malakai would feast next. But Malakai didn’t move. His ears were cocked, his eyes wide, and he stared in the direction of the rushing river at their southern border, sniffing the air curiously.

‘What is it?’ asked Echo, barely able to sniff anything beyond their recently caught food.

Malakai didn’t reply. He kept staring fixedly to the south, unmoving and alert. Echo trotted to his side and looked in the same direction but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

‘What do you see?’ Echo repeated. But Malakai didn’t answer. He seemed to be in some kind of trance.

‘Oi, Malakai! You eating or what?’ said Copper.

Still Malakai didn’t move. He continued to gaze into the distance. Echo wondered what could possibly have so captivated his younger brother that he would delay feasting on their newly slain kill.

‘Malakai, go and eat or we go ahead of you,’ said Imalik.

‘That’s not the order we eat in,’ said Echo. ‘You know my father’s rules.’

Imalik growled softly. ‘Only too well… The cubs eat before the older, stronger, more experienced hunters…’

‘It is his law,’ said Puyak. ‘Are you going to stand in the way of it?’

‘The only one standing in the way of anything is Malakai,’ said Imalik. ‘He isn’t feeding, and in the meantime, we are getting hungrier.’

‘We do it Father’s way,’ said Puyak. ‘Malakai eats first.’

‘Malakai, get going,’ said Copper. ‘Snap out of it.’

But Malakai didn’t move. Copper trotted up next to him. ‘What does he see out there?’

For a moment Echo, Puyak, Imalik and Copper all looked towards the River Aga. Aatag and Kiana had curled up nearby, and were snoozing after eating. Echo stared towards the water and the trees beyond, but still could not understand what had so caught Malakai’s attention. The wind had dropped, and every twig and leaf froze. Even the sound of the rushing river seemed to vanish.

Eventually Imalik broke the silence. ‘Enough of this foolishness. I’m feeding now.’

Echo blocked the path between Imalik and the slain elk. ‘No Imalik. We obey the rules of the Alpha.’

‘Your father is asleep,’ said Imalik. ‘Should we wake him and ask whether he thinks it’s reasonable to wait for your dazed brother? Or are you going to do the sensible thing, move out of the way, and let me eat?’

‘We should wait for Malakai,’ said Copper.

‘That’s ridiculous,’ said Imalik. ‘I’m not waiting around for him to snap out of whatever trance he is in.’

‘Nonetheless, that is Aatag’s law, and that is what we will do,’ said Copper.

Imalik began to growl, and for a moment it appeared he and Copper were about to have a stand-off, but at that moment Malakai seemed to come to. He turned and trotted towards the elk and began gnawing at the meat. The others stared at him, bemused. Presently he frowned and addressed them.

‘What’s the matter?’

‘What were you staring at out there?’ asked Echo.

Malakai looked puzzled. ‘I don’t remember.’

But Echo had seen that look on Malakai’s face before. Whatever he had seen, he didn’t want to discuss – at least, not yet. Echo watched as Malakai continued to bite and chew at the elk. Imalik glared darkly at Copper and Echo.

‘Looks like you’ll be waiting your turn after all, Imalik,’ said Echo.

‘One day Echo, I will be first,’ said Imalik.

Aatag and Kiana continued to snooze. Puyak lay down and joined them. Echo also began to feel dozy. Tucking his paws in under his thick coat of fur, he looked out in the direction that Malakai had been staring, again wondering just what it was that had so distracted him from the business of feeding.

When it finally came to his turn to feed, Imalik glared at Malakai as he moved away from the elk. Copper joined Imalik and they both gnawed at opposite ends of the animal. Echo could feel Imalik’s angry stare but chose to ignore it, and instead began to question Malakai.

‘What did you see out there?’ Echo asked. ‘You really did seem absent for a moment.’

‘Not here,’ said Malakai. ‘I’ll tell you later, back at the Crown.’

Echo was intrigued, but said nothing further. Whilst the other wolves rested he kept staring down at the southern territory border, his mind idly wondering what lay beyond.

Echo and the White Howl is out now as a download or paperback from Amazon. Order your copy here.

 

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

So what are my writing plans for 2018? Well, hopefully fairly early in the year, I plan to release my novel The Spectre of Springwell Forest, a gripping and chilling ghost story for grown-ups which I’m rather proud of.

Later in the year I plan to release another scary book, this time one aimed children: The Faerie Gate, which I know has been delayed for two years now. Adults can read it too obviously, if they are brave enough.

I am about to start writing an as yet untitled fantasy novel, set partly in the present and partly during the time of King Arthur. I will say no more about it now suffice to say it promises to be a challenging and unusual story. I think it will be more aimed at adults, depending on just how far I push certain envelopes.

I also aim to write the science fiction novellas I planned to write last year, but delayed on account of writing Echo and the White Howl. But as ever things can and could change.

As always, I look forward to sharing release dates, writing progress and other details on all the above here on the blog. Watch this space.

2017 in review

So how was 2017 for me, in writing terms? Well, besides pursuing that ever elusive mainstream publishing deal (I keep trying, with every novel), I have had a fairly productive year, though not quite in the way I anticipated.

I had originally intended to release horror whodunit The Thistlewood Curse (for adults) and horror fantasy The Faerie Gate (for children – and any adults that didn’t find it too scary). However, ultimately only the first of those was released. I decided to delay the latter for another year, and instead I opted to release Echo and the White Howl – an animal fiction adventure about wolves in Alaska I wrote on the spur of the moment at the urging of my youngest son.

At the onset of this year I had planned to write two novels; another horror tale entitled The Spectre of Springwell Forest, and a satirical drama called A Statement of Disbelief. I had also planned to pen a collection of science fiction novellas.

I wrote the two novels as planned, but then the afore-mentioned Echo and the White Howl reared its howling head. As a result, the science fiction novellas will now be written next year instead.

All things considered, this year has been good to me on the writing front, particularly given the positive response to both The Thistlewood Curse and Echo and the White Howl. In the case of the latter, the positive response has (so far) come from my youngest son, and since I wrote the book for him, I consider that a big success.

Christmas Present Ideas Part One – Books for Children

Christmas is rapidly approaching, but if you are scratching your head over potential presents, why not try one of my novels?

Here, in the first of a two-part series, is a quick look at what I have written primarily for children, though I must emphasise these stories are not just for children. Amid the humour, thrills and scares are themes many adults will appreciate too – from the dangers of mollycoddling to overcoming fear, difficult parent/child relationships, murderous religious fundamentalism, sexual equality, civil rights, slavery, political corruption, the metaphysical and more…

My most recent novel, Echo and the White Howl, is a thrilling animal fiction adventure about a pack of wolves set in the wilds of Alaska.

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Here is the blurb from the back of Echo and the White Howl:

When a wolf pack discovers humans lurking near their territory, Echo senses dark times ahead.

Despite the warnings and omens, Aatag, the pack Alpha, refuses to flee… leading to a cruel turn of events that forces Echo into exile, and a quest for revenge that will change the pack forever.

Dr Gribbles and the Beast of Blackthorn Lodge is a gripping and scary tale involving spies, monsters, haunted houses, mad scientists and lots more besides, with action and thrills to spare. It was inspired by the nightmares of my youngest son, and the book is duly dedicated to him.

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Here is the blurb from the back of Dr Gribbles and the Beast of Blackthorn Lodge:

September 1987.

Curiosity lands Tim Rawling in a world of secrets, spies and a desperate race against time.

The haunted house, the monster and the mad scientist are only the beginning of a terrifying adventure.

Uncle Flynn, my debut novel, was received very positively. A properly old-fashioned treasure hunt adventure with a big twist, this book is dedicated to my eldest son. and was largely inspired by our many excursions over Dartmoor, as well as a bit of local history.

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Here is the blurb from the back of Uncle Flynn:

When timid eleven year old Max Bradley embarks on a hunt for buried treasure on Dartmoor with his mysterious Uncle Flynn, he discovers he is braver than he thought.

Together they decipher clues, find a hidden map and explore secret tunnels in their search. But with both police and rival treasure hunters on their tail, Max begins to wonder if his uncle is all he seems…

The George Hughes trilogy (comprising, in reading order, George goes to Mars, George goes to Titan and George goes to Neptune) is a thrilling, action-packed space tale set just over a hundred years in the future. Each story is a stand-alone adventure, but I recommend reading the novels in order nonetheless.

Here is the blurb from the back of George goes to Mars:

When George Hughes discovers he has inherited the planet Mars, he goes from poverty to becoming the richest boy on Earth overnight.

Accompanied by his new guardian, a mysterious secret agent and a crew of astronauts, George voyages to Mars to sell land to celebrities wanting to build interplanetary holiday homes. But sabotage, assassination attempts and the possibility of an alien threat plunge him into a deadly adventure…

Here is the blurb from the back of George goes to Titan:

The thrilling sequel to George goes to Mars…

A year on from his adventures on Mars, George Hughes faces an even deadlier peril as he travels to Titan on an urgent rescue mission. The mysterious Giles returns to help him, but assassins are once again on his tail, and a new, far greater alien menace lurks in the shadows waiting to strike.

Here is the blurb from the back of George goes to Neptune (my personal favourite of the three):

In this spectacular sequel to George goes to Mars and George goes to Titan, George Hughes faces his most dangerous adventure yet.

Following the Titanian invasion, a deadly and very personal threat forces George to undertake a voyage to a top secret Martian research base on Neptune.

On this remote outpost, he uncovers a diabolical plot. But George is too late to prevent the catastrophe.

A catastrophe that will change his life forever…

All the above books can be ordered on Kindle or as paperbacks from Amazon here.