The other half

Sound of silence, Web of stillness First you tense, As emptiness Shocks your bones; Alone, afraid to Face the ghost within. But one day You’ll learn, you’ll grow Hearing the music In your soul; The friend, the lover Always there to Gently guide you home. Photographer: Robert Doisneau

Regret

— A standalone extract from my new book, about a mad painter in Renaissance Venice. He sat, up on the terrace, beneath a cloudy night sky that obscured the stars, everything but the moon that had reached the climax of its monthly journey. Even then, he could not make out the contours of that glowingContinue reading “Regret”

The Awakening: Chapters 3 & 4

A few more chapters following on from the Book 1 preview… 3. Another Girl: With the first rays of sun illuminating Linuina valley, a lively city came into focus against the hazy dawn sky. Fortress towers soared mightier than ever, while adjacent fields glowed a verdant green, as though assuring prosperity for the coming year.Continue reading “The Awakening: Chapters 3 & 4”

Capturing Perfection, Chapter 4

The fourth and final instalment of the short story. * * * Never have I worked so hard on a painting. Never. This had to be perfect because Lorenzo was perfect, and to picture him anything but was a travesty and a sin.   I ordered new brushes, tiny ones made from a few threads ofContinue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 4”

Book 1 preview: Chapter 1 & 2

1. Shadow on the Rainbow: A streak of red. Red. The vivid tone of the tulip field gleamed through the thin arrow slit of the keep’s walls. She moved on, past the next tower. Pink. And the next. Yellow, yellow like the glorious sun when it shone in the springtime. When it shone over theContinue reading “Book 1 preview: Chapter 1 & 2”

Capturing Perfection, Chapter 1

The first chapter in the short story. The soul is born, alive with music and colour and beauty. Our talents, meant to be explored and celebrated and shared with the world. But when that is stolen, the inner beauty becomes twisted by forlorn rage and rusty fear. And then the soul begins to crumble. *Continue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 1”