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The World-Maker’s Child

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Well, here it is!   It’s free on Kindle for three days:  get it at for USA, or  for UK.

My latest pride and joy and the follow-up book to ‘Hasuga’s Garden‘.  I’ve given the two books a series title and called them ‘Man Experimental’ and it is true to say that they compliment each other but also true that they each stand alone as stories in their own right.

This is a story of people – tough people whose greatest adversary is not poverty (for theirs is a plentiful land) but solitude. They are alone in the most extreme way of imagining: their little commune of eight is all that remains of mankind. No other village across the water, no far-off city or separate race: just silence and echoes. This story is not merely about adversity in many forms and the spirit that might, or might not, be enough to conquer them, but about a battle against the great unseen enemy – the human mind.   And after all these weighty observations on a lighter note, can I beg you not to begin by turning to the final page, because the key to the story is, truly, the last word on that page!

If I had to attach a genre to this book, the genre would be science fiction; yet science fiction would scarcely justify the story within. I might describe it as a ‘Saga’, but again….   Anyway, after the launch offer has elapsed The world-Maker’s Child will remain on my Kindle list at $2.99.  

There is a third book to be written in this series. 




Dreamcake by Frederick Anderson

Dreamcake by Frederick Anderson

I knew Brendan Martin:  yes, I did.  I expect, if you search your memory, you’ve known him too.

Brendan’s the grey guy, the one in the group of men at a party you went to, or standing by the bar, or maybe just walking on a busy street.  There’s the flashy, handsome guy with the really neat goatee, the man with a long face and a warm, quirky smile, the ebullient, noisy guy in red trousers and a t-shirt, always shouting. 

Then there’s Brendan.  He’s the one dressed in beige and brown.  His skin’s pallid and clean-shaven, his wispy brown hair neatly cut, his shoes inconspicuously clean.   He rarely smiles, he talks in subdued tones, and after five minutes in his company you’ve probably forgotten he’s there at all.

Like I said, Brendan is the grey guy.  Only moderately talented, divorced, cuckolded by his boss at the accountancy firm where he worked.

So, what would happen if…….

‘He dreamt about her, years ago – spent nights in torment with her image on his mental page, trying not to imagine himself with her, trying to expunge desperate, lonely desires from his mind.  She was his Venus de Milo, his Aphrodite, his Virgin of the Rocks.

And there she was.


What if he should suddenly run across someone: a girl he knew at university?  A haunting, pre-Raphaelite mystery of a girl who seems to have fallen on hard times?  And if she accepts his advances, would that alter his run of bad fortune?  More yet, would that change him as a man?

Suddenly – why, he cannot fathom – Brendan’s grey life in a grey town takes a colourful turn.   Where once he was customarily ignored, now he seems to be a centre of attention:  his ex-wife:  his beautiful, utterly self-indulgent ex wife who only married him as a means to an end won’t leave him alone, he is followed around by a furtive man in silent shoes, and the police begin to view him with suspicion.

What’s more, his luck changes!  He attempts an act of personal bravery on impulse, drawing the devotion of Penny, his business colleague and friend; and whether as a result of his increased self-assurance or simply a stroke of fate, an annual conference that is usually sufferable at best becomes a one night stand of epic intensity.

But all this is leading somewhere; and the somewhere has a price.  What is so terrifying his ex-wife?  Who are the grim figures from whose grasp he and Penny escape one night on the moors; and what are the secrets his policeman friend cannot divulge?

Through each of these changes the enigmatic figure of that girl drifts like a wraith, sometimes closer than a breath, sometimes further than the stars.   Who is she, what have the years done to her to wreak such changes?  And what can she want from him?

I enjoyed giving new life to Brendan, and I know you will enjoy going along for the ride.  The book is called ‘Dreamcake’ and you can find it on Kindle at: in US, or  for UK.

Back from the clouds.

Just realised I haven’t updated my website for nearly a month now.  Not one, but two newly published works are missing from it.  I simply don’t seem to have the time!  So, tomorrow morning early I have to rectify:  ‘Dreamcake’ is just back from Kindle offerland and must be mentioned, while ‘Julian Parfitt Attempts World Domination’ is a piece of short fiction that is absolutely vital to me, because it is my first real attack on comedy.  Everyone tells me I should write comedy – well, now we’ll see if everyone is wrong!  It’s a 99¢ piece and less than10000 words, so no-one need suffer too expensively or for too long.

Which brings me round once again to my favourite hobbyhorse – genre.  I find myself constantly resisting the path to romantic fiction, despite the pile of evidence that this is my metier.  Faintly salacious, or, in ‘Dreamcake’s’ case, a straightforward romp from beginning to end, with a touch of suspense, a dramatic corner or two along the path.  ‘The Butterfly Man’ continues to be my best-selling book, and I really should make an effort to present it to publishers, but I find myself (completely illogically, because I enjoyed writing it) procrastinating and hoping events will take another course.  I can’t explain, probably shouldn’t try, but it would be so good if I could write comedy!