I’m a short story writer primarily. I love to weave dark, ambiguous stories, usually involving magic realism of some kind. The supernatural is endlessly fascinating for me. I am also working on two major projects at the moment. They are both Young Adult fiction.
Sunestraka – demon, assassin, bounty hunter – known and feared throughout the City, is about to set off a chain reaction that will shake the course of the world.
Magister Alistair – man, mage, politician – a rising star, he sets an ambitious plan in motion to ensure his election to the Council that rules the City. His popularity increases as he embarks on an extermination of the Outskirts, a ghetto like area where the lines between man and monster blur. His schemes hit a rough patch when an elite squadron encounter Sunestraka, and are summarily massacred.
Mikhail – boy, street urchin, mystery – a reclusive street brat, Mikhail’s world is shattered one festival night when the City’s forces collide with the unstoppable force that is Sunestraka and a rain of blood and death propels him on a journey he couldn’t have imagined in his wildest dreams. Forced by circumstance to take up with the demon, on the run from his own people, Mikhail must learn how to survive in a world about to be ripped asunder by civil war. He must question everything he thought he knew about men, monsters, and magic. In a world full of monsters, psychics, witches, where mythologies and legends new and old meet and clash, the battle for supremacy is about to reach a whole new level.
Maharaj the Magician
Jake Turner is a normal adolescent boy, living an ordinary life –well as ordinary as it can be. Beneath the surface of this placid normalcy, huge emotions and concepts shift and surge, too shattering for him to contemplate and so he struggles on with his bereaved family, as though all was well. A chance encounter with a sad, strange Aboriginal magician named Maharaj changes that forever. He begins to experience strange, turbulent dreams more vivid and real than his day-to-day life, though he wakes with little memory of them.
Bit by bit he finds his ordinary existence overcome by the magician’s presence and amidst their burgeoning friendship, Jake must come to terms with what he’s going through and the lessons he is learning, despite growing opposition to his perceived estrangement from all around him and indeed, reality at large.
Maharaj is a haunted magician who lives on the streets. His zest for life and magic has been crushed by the world and his previous, oppressive employers who forced him to provide cheap tricks for the amusement of the masses. The joy and wonder in his profession, indeed in life itself faded, until he meets an odd, stubborn boy by the name of Jake. A boy that takes no notice of his desperate state, perhaps too engrossed in his own, and who takes note of and appreciates even the simplest of magic tricks.
It is not a conventional friendship that forms in misery, no, but it is a friendship nonetheless and that is enough for the both of them. It is not long, however, before fate takes a cruel turn and Maharaj’s past rushes to catch up with him. On the run once more from his shadowy employers, Maharaj abandons Jake in fear and shame and hope – that the dependency Jake has begun to form on him will break away and he will become his own man despite his grief and despite the times.
Thus begins a desperate flight and an even more desperate hunt. Jake, haunted by menacing dreams and odd clues, tries to piece together where Maharaj went and how to track him down – as much to gain an understanding of what’s afflicting him as to get an explanation – he simply can’t accept that another person he’s come to care about could abandon him. Just as his mother had. Has her death prompted this bending of reality, this subversion of imagination and his subsequent journey through the subconscious world of dreams to the primal birthplace of story? Or is this simply nature’s way of evening out the balance – the ordinary with the extraordinary – and introducing magic to the world once more?