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Crow Dark Dawn interweaves the stories of Morrow, Ghresselle, Fenya and Binnory: vulnerable, complex and cunning, surviving in a liminal city of wind-swept wharfs and winding alleyways, stagnant canals and cold dank cellars - drawing on folklore and myth to create a distinctive dream-like atmosphere. Morrow: abandoned by Lummenmilk, his mother. He is brought up by Grob, the wizened old ratcatcher, who teaches Morrow his trade. Ghresselle: an old woman losing touch with reality, who wanders the city in search of her dead husband and a brother she never had, but who she believes is drowned. Fenya and Arrak: two street urchins, filching fruit and pickings from the market and the docks. Binnory: a young woman who arrives from the country, but quickly becomes entangled with the pickpockets and tricksters she meets on the streets. Longing and loneliness, hunger and disease live cheek by jowl with dancing and revelry, fiddle-playing and puppetry - and the haunting memory of a far-off village, lingering on in the mythic tale of a flower which bursts into flames, but never burns. DAVID GREYGOOSE dw dot windowsproject AT btinternet dot com

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When a Blackness sucks Evan's father into another world, Evan has no choice but to follow a voice only he can hear, in a desperate quest to save his parents. Kenji is a breathless, wild ride, immersive and emotionally compelling.

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An intoxicating brew of powerful verse to be spoken, chanted, whispered and sung.

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Back in the mid 20th century, Brian was born. There were probably many Brians born, but this one is still going, still active, still looking for love in places as far afield as The Philippines, Thailand and Crawley. Based on Facebook entries and haphazard emails, this is an attempt to document an unusual life based on wit, wisdom, energy, intelligence and chance. If you get nothing else from perusing this memoir, you might at least acknowledge that there are survival techniques for living a long life that don't involve pensions, mortgages, stable jobs and soul sapping routines - some of the time. The book is presented almost unedited to convey Brian's language, thought processes and gregarious nature. Asking him to edit it was like asking Mount Everest to shift over a couple of centimetres. It's insightful, amusing and unusual. It doesn't claim to be a new Samuel Pepys, but it does convey a rare sense of individuality in a world with systems often designed to mould us against our natures.

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Flash Fiction : a dream noir, a fractured narrative of grey twilight where half-glimpsed figures flicker through a deserted city-scape. Connection is everything, but nobody connects.

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Set in 1612 in the aftermath of the Pendle Witch Trials, Jennet and Jimmy Demdike are forced to leave their home in Barley and travel with the Egyptians. A chance encounter with bear baiting at an inn leads them to a terrifying adventure where they must fulfill a prophecy in the Faery Realms.

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A beautiful woman is found stabbed and frozen in the ice of Lake Munch, dressed only in the costume wings and tight corset of a Norse Valkyrie. Grammaticus Kolbitter, police precinct records clerk by day and keyboardist in a Viking heavy-metal band, The Berserkers, by night, is pulled into the investigation. What does a records clerk know about solving crime? Reluctantly, Grammaticus embarks on the adventure of a lifetime. Norse legend meets Twin Peaks in this quirky genre-bending novel. EXTRACT Snorri cackled and sucked at his teeth. The wind blasted across the lake, cutting the snow into sharp ridges. He hurled instructions at me as if he were whipping a husky, and I spun the wheel according to Snorri's command. Our tires rolled off the beach onto the thick ice cap that froze over the lake in Winter, clods of snow drumming the floorboard from underneath, like the rapping of the dead. Somewhere in the endless white lay our destination. "I'm a records clerk," I said. "A noble profession." "I shelve file folders and fuss with index cards. I'm not trained as a crime scene technician." "I'll bet the Constable doesn't get out of his vehicle," Snorri laughed, no longer having to be discrete. Despite having left the force more than a year before, he came around the stationhouse to harvest gossip and otherwise pierce the tedium of his days. Today, he had come to us with the news. With a grunt of satisfaction, Snorri shot an index finger under my nose. "Over there." Three precinct cars tailed us in caravan style, a procession blind to its destination and deaf to the admonishing wind. A knot of veins flared between Snorri's eyes. We had found the hillock of snow Snorri wanted. It was the sole hillock of snow on the frozen lake, and he had scraped it up himself, a bier to mark the spot. His face twisted with exhilaration. The remaining vehicles slid into place, a break against the gusts. Engines were cut, with more boots hitting the ice. Flipping the door handles, we stepped out and gathered in a ring. I looked around, first at Snorri and then at Bergthora, the sole remaining sergeant detective in our precinct. She was a wary creature whose penchant for vigilance had by slow degrees surrendered to grievance, just as her husky frame had given over to butter. The circle was completed by Patrolman Jerker, whose crisp azure uniform seemed ridiculously cheery. Snorri muttered, "You see, what I said is true." Yes, we finally saw what we had come to see. I gazed down at the exploding nova of hair through the window of ice at our feet. The girl seemed to float in a cauldron of glass. She had been there for a while, days at least - her eyes rolled back, her arms spread in pirouette beneath the translucent dome, a distorted shadow in the watery darkness. "Always a female," said Bergthora.

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Pirates swoop upon a rusty boat carrying children fleeing war and poverty for a new life who emerge from hiding to find the crew gone and a mighty storm brewing.

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This is the story of a young boy growing up in the seaside town of Blackpool. He is the youngest member of a typical loving family of four. The era is the nineteen sixties and despite having a very close bond with his mother, David has quite a job coming to terms with everything else. This includes School, God, Santa Claus and pretty much all other categories in-between. Later in life when he loses his Mum to dementia aged 81, things begin to take a downwards turn. The loss has affected him much more than he had ever expected. He loses interest in most things, until suddenly a number of unusual events begin to mysteriously point him back in the direction of all the things he loved - music, art and humour, to name but a few. Is someone somewhere trying to tell him something, and if so, who? As events begin to unfold and the universe starts to make a lot more sense, David realises that maybe he is finally moving towards happiness and his true life's purpose. Something that his mum and dad would have surely approved of. More reading and writing, and having a lot more faith.

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Solomon’s Pond discusses life through the twists and turns of growing older, caring for sick parents and the challenges of an uninspiring career. Told through the voice of Thalia, a thirty something college teacher, who discovers all is not right within the world, or at least the world she has created, as she wonders where she is truly meant to be and if her ‘chosen’ career path was really her choice after all. The book is part of a trilogy which has its origins in Celtic Christianity and features the first of the three main components: Pilgrimage. The other two books in the series focus on Individuality and Freedom. The book is set out in a way that readers can dip in and out of it at any time and still follow the story. It is broken into three main parts: Body, Mind and Soul in which all these correspond to what is happening in Thalia’s life, including her career which is going from bad to worse, directed by her spineless boss, Loki. This includes finding out about a secret double funding enterprise going on in her very department. Thalia experiences excruciating headaches and ill health which begin to change her views on life and death, especially when she finally discovers what she is suffering from.

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