Tag Archives: Occult Satire

Lust, Mushrooms and the Quest for Immortality

These would seem to be the primary inspirations underpinning the activities of the occult-obsessed protagonist of Gwydion’s Dawn, hence the original choice of an image of a psychedelicised fly agaric to grace the novella’s cover. However, given that much of the tale is set in and around Glastonbury, and that it takes its title from the name of the wannabe Crowley in crushed velvet, and one-time acid-rock guitarist Gwydion Turner, this new artwork, featuring part of the ruins of Glastonbury Abbey given an early Black Sabbathesque makeover, seems particularly fitting. That said, I must admit to missing the sinister fly that sat atop the mushroom’s cap.

The new cover artwork should be visible on Amazon in the next day or two, although anyone who downloads the Kindle ebook will find that the cover is already live.

Five uncanny tales for the price of one – Anthology: Wry Out West

Download Anthology: Wry Out West, five twisted tales of the uncanny for the promotional price of only 99p/99c (normal price £2.49/$3.21) until 4pm Wednesday 5 July (price increases to £1.99/$1.99, then returns to full on Friday 7 July). Also available in paperback (273 pages). For the UK please visit https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B072P1VMM3 and for and the https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B072P1VMM3

From the acid-fried occult satire of Gwydion’s Dawn, to the dark deception of seventeenth-century Devon in The Cleft Owl; a trip into disorientation in 3:05 am, to the vengeful malignance of Old Crotchet, each tale is as distinctly odd, and unsettling, as the seemingly innocuous guide in Agnes of Grimstone Peverell.

The humour is dark, and the protagonists all too unawares of the sinister forces that lurk beneath the fragile veneer of the everyday world; shifting and malevolent, they are there to be seen, and sensed, if the characters should care to look, yet more often than not, they do not. The forces of the irrational, the supernatural and the paranormal bide their time, waiting to irrupt through the divide and come crashing into the present, with a vividness as unwelcome as it is unexpected.