Saturday, 7 January 2017

Magic of Stories Bookstore

My website is called Magic of Stories and to accompany it I have an online bookstore where I have been selling my books.

This is a new venture and I am initially offering space to 4 other authors. This may possibly increase with time depending on interest.

These are the guidelines.

Cost: (One off set up fee of $5 to list your books) Then, $5 per month.
Contract: None - you can remove them at any time
Books:  Up to 2 per $5 payment
Format: You can sell mobi and epub - customers will receive a copy of one or both.
Price:  You set the price in dollars and/or pounds.
Earnings: You keep 100% of any sales.
Payment:  All payments via Paypal. Sales for books will be paid within 24 hours of each sale.

1. You would drive traffic to your books. I will be promoting the store as a whole.

2. There is an element of trust, if you are not happy, you are free to pull out at any time.

3. I will send you a screen shot of orders on request and with any sale. 

4. You will need to supply me with a mobi and epub, if you wish to sell both. (This is also where there is an element of trust.) I will not use, send or reproduce your books except for the sole purpose of uploading to the Magic of Stories site. (Customers download directly from the store).

5. I will need your book cover and up to 7 different images.

6. You can send me your book description or I can copy and paste via Amazon.

7. There is a blog accompanying the store. I will feature you on here with any links back to your website.

This is an evolving venture and I may be adding other features that will benefit both our books sales.

If you are interested, please contact me here


Friday, 1 July 2016

Bound to Blackwood by Sharon Lipman

Genre: Paranormal, romance, vampires


Would you surrender your soul for the love of the King?
Lena, a vampire and a Guardian of the Order, has been honour-bound to protect human souls all her life. Acting first and thinking second is what's saved her skin time and again in the war against the Fallen, but her disregard for orders soon catches up with her when her boss is seriously injured. Forced to take responsibility for her actions, Lena is thrust into the path of her very own kryptonite; Thorn. The raw power of his soul calls to her and his mere presence lights a fire within her that she cannot contain.

With Vampire magic waning and the race in crisis, can either of them afford to ignore Nature's call? If they do, the future of the race is in jeopardy. If they don't, they will both lose the most precious part of themselves. Their souls.

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Thorn stepped out from the shadow of the Huguenot Protestant Church in Soho Square. The stench of Fallen hung heavy in the air, making the bile rise in his throat. But what made him nauseous was the delicate scent of Lena's blood that rode the air with that of the Fallen.

Flashing across the small park, he found her.

His first thought was to go to her, but as he rushed towards her, he realised she wasn't alone. Lena cradled the human to her as the air around them hummed and crackled. Thorn's jaw went slack as the realisation of what he was seeing hit him.

The faint green glow of the human's soul shifted and shimmered as Lena's power forced it back, moulding it, shaping it. Binding it. The pale green shone more brightly as Lena worked, the air becoming more dense as the spring greens turned into a deep emerald.

Lena's raven hair whipped across her face and her eyes glowed a vibrant sea-green as she forced the woman's soul back to her body. A great roar echoed around the park, and for a moment, the air stood still before a blinding light made Thorn shield his eyes. And then it was gone.

Thorn heard the woman's heartbeat kick-start as her soul found home again.

Lena released her vice-like grip on the woman and fell backwards. Thorn caught her before her head could hit the ground. She was ghostly pale as Thorn cradled her against his chest, her breathing shallow. The exertion of holding the human soul showed in the sheen of sweat across her brow, and Thorn winced at the bruising on her cheek bone. 

"For the love of all that is holy, Lena! What the hell were you thinking?"

Lena's black eyes fluttered open and stared up at him in disgust. Even injured, with her powers severely depleted, Lena's contempt for him was tangible. "No one should hold dominion over another's soul," she spat back at him.

 Thorn closed his eyes. So she knew. In that moment, he realised he'd convinced himself that she hadn't really seen through him that night in her bedroom. That she'd just rejected him because she didn't want him, even told himself that it would all be fine. The look on Lena's face told him otherwise.

As if on cue, the delicious scent of her blood became overwhelming. Thorn gritted his teeth as exotic spices assaulted him. It was almost overpowering.

"You need to get away from me."

About the Author

A huge fan of the paranormal romance genre, Sharon Lipman started writing in her teens. It wasn't until she was in her thirties that she found a story she was desperate to share. House Blackwood was born and Bound to Blackwood is her debut novel.

She was born in west London and grew up in leafy Surrey in south-east England. A lover of all things British, except the weather, she now lives in Almeria, southern Spain with her husband and an ever growing collection of dogs.

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Saturday, 28 May 2016

The Secret King Lethao by Dawn Chapman

Genre: Science Fiction


Kendro, King of the Aonise, can do nothing to prevent their sun from collapsing, consuming their home planet Letháo in a single fiery blast. Running out of time and options, he evacuates the entire population, setting off into the unknown galaxy in four crowded ships.

Under constant danger from their ancient enemy, the Zefron, treasonous dissent seeps into his inner circle. Threatened inside and out, Kendro struggles with whom to trust, until a mysterious vision finally brings hope to the distraught King.

A new home awaits the Aonise, if Kendro can only unite them long enough to survive the journey.

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About the Author

Dawn Chapman has been creating sci fi and fantasy stories for thirty years. Until 2005 when her life and attention turned to scripts, and she started work on The Secret King, a 13 episode Sci Fi TV series, with great passion for this medium.

In 2010, Dawn returned to her first love of prose. She’s been working with coach EJ Runyon who's encouraged her away from fast paced script writing, to revel in the world of TSK and Letháo as an epic prose space journey.

She’s had success with a web series, co-written with 'Melvin Johnson', produced by Nandar Entertainment.

This year her experience of working with Producers/Directors from the US and AUS has expanded. From Drama, Sci Fi to Action, Dawn's built a portfolio of writing, consulting and publishing.

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Tuesday, 24 May 2016

Aftr Oil by Kristan Cannon

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic (Sci-Fi)/Thriller, Suspense

Book Description

We thought we had nothing to worry about

 We were wrong!

The residents of the small town of Whitefish are no strangers to snow. Used to being forgotten and digging their own way out, no one thought anything of it when, during one of the coldest winters on record, help just never came. But, as fuel runs out and raiders press in on all sides, Derek, Sheridan, and Garrett realize it's not just the snow they need to dig their way out of.

From Salesman to Master Ranger

Derek Moss was so close to an easy, and early, retirement he could practically taste it. But his well-laid plans blow up in his face when he and his wife find themselves far from home with little more than the clothes on their back—and just enough luck to find themselves on Sheridan’s ranch just outside of Whitefish.

 For Derek, retirement is going to have to wait a few more years.

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Derek walked into their bedroom, nervous to intrude on them and nodded. “Terrence, could I talk to Sheridan for a moment?” he asked.

Terrence looked at Derek strangely, but acquiesced. Derek waited until the door closed and then brought out the rock he had found at the Fire Hall.  

Sheridan held it in both hands, looking confused at what he had given her. “What is this?”

“It’s a rock,” he answered, simply.

 She quirked an eyebrow. “I can see that. Why are you giving it to me?”

“That rock… I found it at the Fire Hall while doing some thinking,” he started as he walked over to the window. The view was far better being higher than the other rooms. “All of this and I find one, smooth, rock while having some really dark thoughts about the state of our lives.”

She waited him out, knowing that he would have a point eventually. He always did. Derek was an accomplished salesman and sometimes what he sold was not just something money could buy. Sometimes what he ‘sold’ was never for sale. In those cases, he simply had a point—a lesson—that he felt he could impart.

He was also far better travelled than any of them and had the most life experience and his advice, and observations, were often correct and this was the main reason she typically listened to him.

Derek turned back to Sheridan and pointed at the rock. “Do you know what that rock is?”

“No,” she answered. “But I get the feeling you’re about to tell me.”

He chuckled, and then grew serious. “That rock is from the landscaping at the Fire Hall—a part of the building—and part of the old world. That rock is what holds this new world to the old. Our reminder of what can go drastically wrong if we screw this up.” He licked his lips and finished. “It’s also a symbol of hope. There are probably more rocks there—more reminders and more people out there. We’re just one rock that makes up a whole.”

Sheridan waited him out as this was actually a bit more complex than she was used to. “You brought up Rome, Sheridan. Rome was also a many headed beast of an empire when it was at full power. And then so was Britain… and then the US as well. All these, like Rome, fell. Out of them, like it was out of Rome, others rose. England, France—others—from Rome and even some of the Middle East. Britain founded Canada, Australia… held the USA for a time until the US also broke away. Nations came and went, but we always, always survived and the strongest always led us out of the darkest of times into better ones.” He closed her hands over the rock. “This rock represents what was Canada. It now represents what will be—I don’t know—whatever you end up calling your kingdom.”

“If I take a kingdom,” she pointed out.

He shook his head. “You will. And I honestly can’t think of anyone better. Terrence would be a tyrant. He knows that, you know that and, hell, even I know that. But he makes a great military commander—your military commander. I could be the leader of your scouts or rangers, whatever you feel we should call ourselves now. All the various teams formed are now beginning to think of themselves as Ministries. Whether you want to admit it a kingdom has already been born and you’re its Queen.” He stared right into her eyes, closing her hands over the rock. “Now lead it as a Queen should.”

About the Author

Kristan Cannon was born in Kirkland Lake, Ontario and educated in North Bay and Toronto. She is a staunch supporter of literacy, reading, and young writer's programs. She also holds a current membership with The Indie Writer's Network and is a member of the NaNoWriMo Ambassador's program.

Other books by Kristan

The Last Iron Horse (Kingdom of Walden Series, Book Two)

Between Silence and Fire (Kingdom of Walden Series Book Three)

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Thursday, 19 May 2016

Shadow Storm by Michael R Stern

Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy


Shadow Storm, a new book by Michael R. Stern, will release on Thursday, May 19. The third book of the Quantum Touch series, Shadow Storm continues the adventures of Fritz Russell, a New Jersey history teacher who has discovered that time travel is real.

In book one, Storm Portal, Fritz discovered that his classroom door opened a portal in time and space, and he met Robert E. Lee in 1965 and the President of the United States in current times. In book two, Sand Storm, the president asks Fritz to help prevent a nuclear war in the Middle East, and to save an Israeli settlement attacked by the Eledorians. Except the Eledorians deny involvement.
In Shadow Storm, Fritz rescues the president from terrorists, visits with William Shakespeare, and becomes the target of a hidden enemy ready to use violence to destroy the portal and upend world affairs.

For more information on the book series, pop over to Rainne's Ramblings.

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“Nonsense. Don’t worry about the dead. We don’t have to pay them. We achieved our purpose. We have their attention. The Eledorians deny involvement. The Narians are impotent. Everyone points fingers. And the Americans don’t know which way to turn. We have them all where we want them. Now watch the stock market.”

“We don’t need the money.”

 “You wanted, no, insisted, we do this from the inside, so we need the money. We still don’t own enough candidates, and the elections are going to be expensive. We have to be ready. We don’t want more of the same. We need the money. Unless, of course, you want to spend your own.”

 There was no response. The man in the elegant office knew he could indeed spend his own, he had plenty, but why should he when a little manipulation added still more. “Of course not,” he finally said. “But he’ll be gone in a year and half. Why be so blatant?”

 “Because uncertainty breeds fear. Fear wins elections, and even better, scared people don’t want more of what made them afraid. Your grandfather taught you that many years ago.”

“Then we move to the next . . . performance.”


About the Author
Michael grew up in Garden City, New York, is a graduate of Cornell University, and now lives outside Philadelphia with his family. After a long career in business, he has begun a writing adventure.

Other Books by Michael

Storm Portal
Sand Storm
Reflections on a Generous Generation
The December Awethology, Light Volume
Awethology Dark
Paws for a Tale

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Thursday, 24 March 2016

Illusional Reality by Karina Kantas

Genre: Romantic Fantasy New-adult


Nobody expects to stare death in the face only to find out your entire life is a lie.

Rescued by Salco, marketing executive Becky finds herself in an unknown magical world filled with happy people that try to forget their land is on the brink of destruction.

Becky will soon learn none of this was an accident, and the council of Tsinia are certain her union with Darthorn's son, Kovon, will create peace. And although her future has been planned out, she gives her heart to another.

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Alkazar did not sleep well. His fear for Thya's safety kept him awake through the night. As always, he ran scenarios through his head. His mind raced, and always he came up with a counter attack. He wanted his princess prepared for anything.

“She ought not to partake in the consumption of food and drink,” he said, shattering the silence of darkness.

Thya spent the next light preparing herself for the confrontation with Darthorn. Pertius gave instructions to her on what she should say, and the correct way to behave. He instilled into her the importance of decorum. Alkazar bombarded her with a series of imagined events and instructed her on how to attend to them. By the time they had finished, her mind was reeling. She had barely enough time to visit the Plecky for a short prayer before her departure.

The journey was slow and torturous to the legs. To Thya, the mountain seemed to grow with every step. It seemed like hours had passed before she sighted the black gates of Senx. She prayed for strength, questioning if this was the beginning or the end?

Armed guards escorted Thya through the city. The sight stunned her, though she wasn't quite sure what to expect. She presumed the Senxs would appear vicious looking, like her escort of guards. To her surprise, the citizens appeared similar to Tsinians. They hurried around, busy with their tasks, yet merry. They were well groomed and appeared healthy and happy. It was obvious that no matter what she thought about Darthorn, none could say he wasn't good to his kinsmen.

Thya was led to a large, bare chamber. The hall was constructed in gold. It glittered and shined, giving the chamber a rich and powerful feel.

The guards withdrew from the chamber without announcement. It was then Thya became aware she was not alone.

On the far left side of the chamber stood a Senx; his back was to her, his interest otherwise occupied as he stared out of the window covering most of the wall. It was obvious to Thya who he was, for she had seen him in her dreams. His large hands were clasped behind his back, his stance proud and dominating. He was wearing a long dark red and gold kimono type gown. His jet-black hair hung loose down his back, the length almost touching his hands. There was no doubt in her mind. This was Darthorn; the ruler of Senx.

Thya waited for Darthorn to acknowledge her, but soon realised he was not going to. Her patience could hold out no longer. Coughing loudly, she stirred Darthorn from his thoughts. His head whipped around, his scorn turned into an artificial smile, or so Thya thought.

“Welcome, Princess,” his deep voice boomed.

It took him four powerful strides to reach her. He extended his arm, which she took, then led her to the middle of the open spaced stone floor. With a wave of his hand, a gold, regal style table and two chairs appeared. The table was laden with fruit and beverages. Thya gasped. Still the magic and mystic of her new world surprised her

“Be seated,” he instructed, pointing to one of the chairs.

As Thya took her seat, Darthorn poured a liquid that looked similar to Tsinian wine into two goblets and handed one to her. Remembering what Alkazar had said, she held the cup in her hands, not daring to let the wine touch her lips.

“I am pleasured to lay sight upon you, finally,” he added, “for I have lingered long for our rendezvous. Your reputation precedes you. Tis an honour you travel to my land.”

“I do not concur,” Thya retorted.

His eyes turned black and his face displayed a frightful scowl. Thya stiffened, startled by the abrupt change in his persona.

His false smile recovered. He took control of his anger but wanted to tear her apart where she stood. What was stopping him? It was, of course, prudent to keep his enemies close. He didn't yet know her, or what she was capable of.

Thya recalled Alkazar's words. 'If you journey to Senx carrying a stance of arrogance and bravery, then I guarantee you will throw away any hope,' he had told her. It was essential to tred carefully and be aware of her tongue.

“I will permit that to pass,” Darthorn said, though it was spoken as a warning. “I do not doubt your subjects have voiced their opinion of me—my evil doings and how loathsome I am.” His cruel laughter echoed through the empty chamber. “Do not presume to understand me, Thya. Why heed idle gossip? Judge for yourself. I desire to persuade you of my genuineness. I long to unite in friendship.”

Thya doubted his words. She had laid judgement upon him and found him guilty on all accounts. She opened her mouth to speak and then stopped as footsteps approached. Darthorn rose from his seat and Thya, sensing it was polite to follow his example, did the same. Then, not wanting to seem interested in Darthorn's business, she turned away from him.

“Greetings, Father,” a clear and soothing voice rang out.

Out of curiosity, Thya turned in the direction of the sound.

Kneeling beside Darthorn was a younger Senx, certainly younger than Thya expected. He possessed hypnotic blue eyes but carried the same discourteous attitude as his father. He rose and acknowledged Thya with a smile that faded when it was not returned. He was handsome, Thya could not deny that, distinct features and a pleasing face, except she had learnt from experience that looks could be deceiving. Without taking his eyes off her, Kovon took Thya's hand and kissed it.

“Tis an honour to lay sight upon you, my lady.” He bowed courteously.

She felt a sudden urge to wipe her hand.

“Absolve me for my lateness, Father. I deemed it prudent for you to encounter one another without the burden of my presence.”

“I will depart,” Darthorn announced, and then turned to address Thya. “Tis inevitable we will encounter one another in passing. When this occurs, I require for us to converse further.”

With a swish of his gown, Darthorn departed, leaving Kovon and Thya alone.

Kovon seated and turned to address Thya. “I will be direct,” he announced. “I have been impatient for our encounter ever since I was informed of your planned arrival.” His smile was sickly sweet and caused her stomach to churn.

“You are fortunate I was able to attend at all. There was an ambush on Earth—an attempt to remove my breath.”

Kovon face was expressionless. “I am rejoiced to sight you well,” he finally answered. Why should he pretend he knew nothing of the attack, it was obvious she was not to be fooled. Even so, he was not put off. “Tis desired our wedlock would present union to our great lands. My subjects are as anxious for peace as your own. Sighting you resolves my wait. I have visualised your beauty, and I am pleasured that you exceed my expectations. You are an astounding Ganty and I am impatient for our union and the alliance to commence.”

Thya listened, only she couldn't bear to hear any more. Forgetting Alkazar's warning, she spoke her mind. “Okay, Kovon, you can cease with this charade. I am aware, as are you, what you are truly after, and I am certain tis naught to do with me. You desire for Tsinia. You always have and forever will, and the only means to do this is by becoming one with their heir.”

Kovon smiled. “Bright as well as beautiful. You have been taught well. Yet why would a union with me be so terrible? I would present to you all you desired.”

He contemplated their union with relish, more so now he had encountered her. She took his breath away. She was stunning, almost bewitching, and her stubborn streak made him want her more.

Thya laughed. “Well, well, well, the mighty Kovon befallen by a woman. Enlighten me. If I bat my eyelashes will you fall on your knees in worship?” She laughed again. “I do not desire to wed you, Kovon. You repulse me. I would rather subsist in celibacy then allow you to touch me.”

“Do not mock me, Princess,” he warned. “Performance of matrimony is not necessary for me to rule Tsinia. There are additional methods, as you are familiar with.”

Thya stood up in anger. “I journeyed in the hope we could build an alliance absent from wedlock, peace absent from bloodshed. I understand now tis impossible. The Tsinians are desperate to exist, absorbed from the wrath of your father. I have bequeathed my word that I will aid them in their struggle, with the exception of a union with you.

“Thya, you do not want to create an enemy out of me. I too hope for peace, yet I am convinced you doubt my words. I sense you have resolve of me, and I will not persuade you otherwise.

“I believe our encounter is concluded. Tis obvious you have not the intention of peace, as I have not in a union with you. Although it was gratifying to sight you. I have learnt much, and from what I have observed tis all genuine.”

Kovon stood up. The chair fell to the floor with a crash, making her jump. The dark expression she had seen in Darthorn was displayed on Kovon's face. Only something more sinister was present, if that was at all possible.

“You retain a sharp tongue, Thya. Tis prudent you do not remark more. I recognise the duration spent absent from your land has not taught you manners. Tis prudent you depart. I will permit you duration to mull over your decision, for your heart will alter.”

Thya was seething. “I do not require duration to mull over your pathetic proposal. You will never control Tsinia. I will rule henceforth.”

She regretted the words immediately. Did she realise what she had said? Would she keep to her word? Could she?

“You will pay for your impertinence,” Kovon warned. “What I do hereafter will be on your head, remember that, Princess!”

Thya left then, knowing that if she said anymore, her subjects would be put in further peril.

About the author

Karina Kantas is the author of eight book and also a freelance writer, narrator, VA and designer of book trailers and promotional material. You will find her on the Island of Corfu with a frappe and pen and her imagination.

Other Books by Karina
Stone Cold
In Times of Violence
Lawless Justice
Heads & Tails
Road Rage

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Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Tragedy at Silver Creek by Belinda G. Buchanan

Genre: Mystery


Guilt is a powerful thing, and former deputy Jack Collins is mired in it. Unable to forget the events that have taken place in the town he was sworn to protect, he feels as if he is slowly drowning as he tries to cope with the aftermath of a serial killer's reign of terror, as well as his new--and unwanted--job as chief of police.

When the body of a young woman, having the same puncture wounds as the serial killer's previous victims, is discovered, Jack must determine if this is a copycat crime or the work of a possible accomplice--either of which--could put the killer's only surviving victim in grave danger.

As Jack delves deeper into the murder, his vow to keep the victim safe, combined with the secret he's been harboring, begins to take its toll. His sudden inability to confide in his wife, Cheryl, causes their home, which was once a haven for him, to become just another source of tension.

An overzealous news team, a threat from his not so distant past, and a mayor who wants the murder swept under the rug, only add to the pressure surrounding Jack as he struggles to do what's right on all levels in this riveting, stand-alone sequel to The Monster of Silver Creek.

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The tires on Jack’s truck pulled to the right as they plowed through the standing water that had accumulated in the dip on Blair Road. He continued to follow the narrow, winding lane as it curved around the west side of the lake before slowing down to make a hard left onto Pritchard. He then drove for another quarter mile or so until he came upon the flashing lights of Hoskins’s truck.

The insides of Jack’s boots were still damp, making for an unpleasant walk as he started down the hillside. The branches on the surrounding trees hung low, their leaves heavy from last night’s rain, and by the time he reached the bottom of the incline, the back of his shirt was soaked.

A distinct stench hovered thick in the air around him as he made his way towards the edge of the trail. “What do we have?” he asked Hoskins in a rigid voice while ducking underneath the tape.

“A young female,” he answered, handing him a pair of gloves.

After taking a liberal amount of time to slip them on, Jack knelt in front of the shallow grave, but before his eyes had a chance to focus, the smell emanating from it triggered a gag reflex. Turning his head, he pressed the back of his wrist against his nose and lips.

“You okay?”

Jack gave a slight nod and took a moment to swallow whatever it was that had gathered in his throat before forcing himself to look back. The victim’s eyes were open, her body streaked with mud and silt as it lay half-buried in the soft ground. “Who called it in?

“A man walkin’ his dog found her about an hour ago. Yesterday’s downpour must have uncovered her.”

Leaning forward, Jack carefully began clearing away some of the dirt surrounding her, but stopped when he came across a familiar set of marks. Two small puncture wounds, spaced a few inches apart, sat just below her left collarbone. His gaze slowly moved upwards to her face, and although it was badly decomposed, he knew deep down that this was Amanda. Having seen all that he wanted to see, he stood up and walked away.

About the Author

"I am an author of edgy, women's fiction & mystery novels. My books are filled with emotion, drama, and angst. If you don't mind a few intimate scenes and a sprinkling of profanity here and there, then my books are for you. I take great delight in creating stories that deal with very personal and social issues: Alcoholism, mental illness, adultery, and domestic abuse as well as some other taboo subjects. My women are not weak, and my men are not always strong. You will find that my characters are not perfect - they are far from it, actually, because even heroes have a chink or two in their armor. It's what makes them human, and I find that fascinating.

On a personal note, I am a wife to a wonderful guy of 25 years, mother to 2 boys(1 who loves me unconditionally, & 1 who loves me only when we're not in public), professional hamster wrangler, and firm believer that Krazy Glue fixes everything."

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Monday, 8 February 2016

Timeshaft by Stewart Bint

Genre: Science Fiction/Time Travel


By the twenty-seventh century, mankind has finally mastered time travel—and is driving recklessly towards wiping itself out. The guerilla environmentalist group WorldSave, with its chief operative Ashday’s Child, uses the Timeshaft to correct mistakes of the past in an effort to extend the life of the planet.

But the enigmatic Ashday’s Child has his own destiny to accomplish, and will do whatever it takes within a complicated web of paradoxes to do so. While his destiny—and very existence—is challenged from the beginning to the end of time, he must collect the key players through the ages to create the very Timeshaft itself.

“Do our actions as time travellers change what would otherwise have happened, or is everything already laid down in a predetermined plan?” he asks. 

Stewart Bint’s Timeshaft is an expertly synchronized saga of time travel, the irresistible force of destiny, and the responsibility of mankind as rulers of the world.

Following the fortunes of two sets of time travellers, Timeshaft extends Stewart Bint’s popular novellas, Malfunction and Ashday's Child (both published by Smashwords in 2012), linking the two completely unrelated storylines into a full-length novel.

Set in Australia, London and Scotland, along with an unknown geographical location called Thiecon, Timeshaft combines Ashday’s Child’s activities and hidden agenda, with an accident befalling the very first time journey by the fledgling Time Research And Exploration Project, rocking along to the past and future with paradoxes and twists galore.



“Critical level approaching,” said the computer. “Destruction of shuttle irreversible in fifty seconds.” No time for this, he thought. Got to get us out of here. Now. His hand hovered just above the strap, then changed direction, aiming instead for the booster controls. Must fire boosters, must get away from this wave.

Without warning, the shuttle yawed severely, throwing Ashday’s Child from the safety of his seat, his windmilling arms proving ineffective on two counts: failing to keep him upright, and failing to power the boosters.

Above the crescendo of the sirens he could hear the computer’s impassive intonation: “Critical level surpassed. Irreversible destruction of shuttle in twenty seconds.”

The shuttle was not built to protect its passengers from the incredible g-forces they were now experiencing. The temporal distortion swept it onwards through uncharted time at an ever increasing velocity. The flesh of Ashday’s Child’s face contorted in undulating folds as he made one last supreme effort to raise up and hurl himself forward. Half a metre more and he’d have made it. As it was, his fingers closed on empty air, and in response to another lurch from the errant craft, he rolled over, smashing the back of his head against the seat’s metal strut.

Somewhere deep in his immense energy reserves he could hear the computer issue its final warning. 

Then spinning stars.


Ashday’s Child fell unconscious.

About the Author

Stewart Bint is a novelist, magazine columnist and PR writer. He lives with his wife, Sue, in Leicestershire, in the UK, and has two grown-up children, Christopher and Charlotte.

He is a former radio presenter, newsreader and phone-in show host, but always wanted to become a fiction writer -- a dream that came true when his first novel was published in 2012 at the age of 56. Now the author of five novels, a collection of short stories and a compilation of his early magazine columns, he was signed by Booktrope in 2015, who published a revised edition of his paranormal novel, In Shadows Waiting, in August.

As a member of a local barefoot hiking group, when not writing he can often be found hiking in bare feet on woodland trails and urban streets.

Other Books by Stewart

He has also contributed to three short story anthologies:

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