Fantasy & Science Fiction Author
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When Alistair had thought of battle, he had envisioned the glorious charge of cavalry thundering across an open field. Of scores of knights all gleaming in polished armour, their lances lowered and prepared to strike. What he had not imagined was sitting for two weeks on his arse staring at a stone wall with thirty... Continue Reading →
‘Good people! I bring ill tidings of a tyrannical overlord who has wrested control from our most gracious of kings!’ The page’s neck strained as his voice carried over the crowd gathered...
Illain looked over the board with dismay. The map had been near filled with small figures, clogging every inch of spare land. Foot soldiers clamoured over one another in the forests to the south. To the north, an entire army surrounded the keep of Vismir...
This month I had lucky chance to be interviewed by fellow author Nick Marone about my writing life and 'A Mountain Pass' from the anthology 'Journeys' released late last year.
“It’s ludicrous.” “It’s genius!” Tarr bellowed, triumphantly holding the wooden keg above his head as he waded in the shallow river waters..
Brahl was a dead man. The greataxe he heaved in his large hands would no longer save him, as across the rickety wooden bridge, his once friends stared at him with burning eyes of rage...
It's all happening! Book release, online launch, and inspiration for more!
Words found scrawled upon a console upon a derelict CAF ship, etched into the side by an unknown hand. Those discovered on the vessel had been long dead...
Scorching fire erupted from the towering beast’s jaws, Kallen’s shield instinctively shooting up, his body crouched tightly as he hid behind the thick iron...
Thomas Roland 