Little King's Eye

The Secret Life of Statues

Sean Prentice, a young American on holiday, stumbles into a hidden world where humans, spirits and animated statues co-exist; some are good, some evil...but they all want what he’s found. Stricken with amnesia and begging on the streets of Prague, Sean is brought to his senses by an ancient spirit of darkness,
a Wight. It needs him to find the Lattice, the key it will use to unleash destruction on our world. Now if Sean can only remember where he hid it.
Statues and spirits collide across the city in a bid for possession of one of the Tools of Creation itself.
This dark urban fantasy is guaranteed to make you look twice at any statue you pass again.

Little King's Eye

Little King's Eye

Book two of the Tools of Creation series takes place in America.
Here's a bit of the intial rough:

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Short Stories

Short Stories

Too little to be called a novel, but too big to be ignored. It's a potluck, from harrowing hightech, to mystical musings. You've been warned.

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Spoilt For Sound

I got to see my favorite band a couple of weeks back. Now what you may know is, I’m from New Orleans. What you may not know is I currently live in London. London is loud. New Orleans is loud, but in a very different way.

They played at this place called the Garage.


It’s a fairly large standing venue with a full bar in the back. I got there after dinner and quickly realized that, had I ‘queued’ (the London term for standing in line), I would have been pressed up against the stage. Because I hadn’t, I was at the far back of the room. This normally wouldn’t bother me, as the music is as loud and excellent everywhere in the venue, but for context, this this where I usually go to see them.
No line, and a venue almost as intimate as my bathroom.

It got me thinking about context, and comparison. I looked around at all these Londoners who’d paid quite a hefty sum (compared to NOLA prices) to come shake their tail feathers and not even see the band up close and personal with enough elbow room to boogie.
I was really shocked.

Last spring I was back in NOLA visiting and the big thing was gentrification. People moving into old parts of New Orleans, around the block from famous music clubs or performance venues and complaining about the noise.

Maybe I’m getting too old, too impatient with people’s shenanigans.

Zero Tolerance Man

I just don’t get it. Why does the human animal so consitently and reliably show the least amount of gratitude for what is right in front of them?
Why can’t we just appreciate what we have and not yearn to change it?

Don’t get me wrong, I loved the concert in London, and I was grateful that they did a Europe tour so I could see them, but I was shocked at how easily and consistenly even I could take something so obvious for granted. Today, of course, everyone in the US is thinking of gratitude, but I’ll do you one better. I’m going to cogitate on, ruminate about, and wallow in appreciation. Not just for today either, but for the forseable future.


The Secret Life of Statues is coming out on December 22nd. Check my blog for updates and links on where to buy the ebook or physical copy, and ‘LIKE’ me on my Facebook Author Page. Check out my tumblr and twitter feeds if that’s your thing.