I land onto the cold concrete below, pain shooting up my spine and feeling the familiar ache from Shades kick. I cough up the blood rattling in my chest. wincing at the foul taste of iron. I really need to look before leaping through. I let…

I toss and turn on the exurbanite sofa, regardless of how plush or comfy it felt, I couldn’t stop the unease flowing through my veins. The smell of wood, the faint natural glow of the tree sap swirling on the roof like a fun stock in night sky star stickers. The quiet hum of the…

“What should we do, Adrian?”

“I don’t know, Bastion.”

“Can we eat her?”

“No, Shade, we can’t eat her. Besides, she…

Breaking me from my doomsday thoughts, I hear the familiar buzz from my phone. I unfurl myself from the safety of the ball I had created and reach out to the coffee table. The illuminated light from the phone flashbangs me. with a grimace, I press on and unlock to…

Song Inspiration

Same shit, different day. The unending onslaught of customers walking through those doors, each one different to each other, One with their poor attitudes, others superiority complexes, some pleasant and actually respectful, and the rest cruel…

The air is thick with death. Rich iron laced the air and painted the ground red, as organs and bloody bones laid askew.

Words intangible, bloody hands draw symbols into the ground, burning…

The traditional writing process usually looks a lot like this: I retreat into my author cave for months on end, wrestle with the plot in complete silence, and keep every secret locked away until the manuscript is one hundred percent polished and ready to drop.

It is solitary, it is quiet, and lately, I’ve realised it…

"Leadership is the intelligent use of power."

 Winston Churchill

The day always starts the same for the vampire, a warm cup of coffee and a good book in the morning sun as the city of Brisbane slowly begins to wake up. These are the parts of the days the old vampire takes great…

Listen to Blog 1:Blog 1

‘It’s been a while world. . .  I admit I am lost on where to start. Do I mention I was surprised to learn a secret internet service existed for the supernatural or that I am newly turned vampire trying to figure out how this mess works.

(I wrote the first two chapters back in 2019)

The years have been kinder to Syrus as life goes on, helping vampires get on their feet as they are left by their sires, rescuing lone vampires from hunters and feral vampires alike. Some are sticking around and…

Within in seconds the dummy implodes and sand pours out from the hole. Ceres’ shoulders rise and fall with each heavy breath, her eyes unfocused as the rush of the kill leaves her veins. She can feel her fangs recede back into skull and her heart slowing to a steady rhythm.

Her hearing…

Rune faceplants into Syrus’ back. He pulls away, rubbing his nose and looking at his father with a cheeky grin.

“What wrong old man? Can’t run anymore?” he teases but his smile slowly fades as he receives no answer and look upon his fathers face. How it stares blankly into the distance, his eyes betraying him…

Most mornings for Ceres are peaceful, alone, and yet for some odd reason, vampires and witches are waltzing through her door one by one, asking for favours. She can feel her eyes twitching with each one that passes through. Assuming she would be awake in the early hours of the morning, asking for some help.…

This is Nathaniel’s greatest challenge to date. He never anticipated a war declared on Christmas, but he never thought the attack would happen upon his precious tree. He could hear rustling within the night, Nathaniel thought to imagine things while he slept, but Nathaniel did not sleep so soundly all night, as he could listen…

Ceres enjoys Christmas for one thing and one thing only: food, all the delicious, festive Christmas food. Christmas panettone cakes imported from Italy, eggnog, chocolate eggnog and baileys eggnog (yes, there are three different flavors.) Delicious Christmas biscuits, Christmas pudding, and the cherry on top, a roast pork dinner, with roasted veggies. Her stomach rumbles,…