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...
Harry picked at the splinter that had burrowed its way into the palm of his hand, leaving a deep red welt in its wake.
‘Not scared are you?’ ‘Me? No!’ Aya snapped, her knuckles white as she clutched the bar and her feet dangled over the drop.
“Do you think it’s far?” Henry asked as he pushed a soot stained finger through a hole in his coat, pushing the woollen threads wider apart.
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.