I was born in West Sussex, England in 1963 and began to show an interest in story telling at the age of 10 when I filled an exercise book with a single story. In the early 1990’s I began to write poetry, that’s what I called it, and wrote around 100-150 poems over the next two years. One poem gave me the idea for a story which became my first novel ‘The Rising’ a horror story. From then on I just kept writing:
3 Phaze – sci-fi,
Lagoon – X-files style,
King of Kings which became Emun of Mor was a short fantasy in the style of the King James Bible,
The Boy From Nowhere – sci-fi.
Mark – unfinished
Emun of Mor
Fire and Thorn - WIP
I tried many times to find a publisher but had no idea what I was doing. So as the internet grew I self published the first three on lulu.com, later on Smashwords.com where they are free. As luck would have it I found Vamplit Publishing, an indie publisher that was looking for new work so I sent them a link to my website where they could get a sample and forgot all about it until the request came through for the rest of the book. A year later I was looking at the cover art and being told that the ebook would out soon.
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(5.00 from 1 review)
Compelled by his lust for the flame the young warlock is driven on a trail of destruction. Running from those he once trusted, he befriends a tattlejack, Icthus, whose gift of extracting the truth could become his greatest strength. Now all he needs to do is defeat his lust and prove his worth to all those who doubt him, including the young girl who is carrying his child.
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Smashwords book reviews by Mathew Bridle
on Feb. 11, 2011
From the very start I loved this book. The quirky sense of humour which pervades everything from place names to events right through to myths and lore is reminiscent of Tom Holt, Terry Pratchett and even at times, Douglas Adams. With a sometimes quite cowardly hero, Curtis Kalashnikov, the Detective Inspector of the rudimentary Lodnun Police Force as its hero Pogrom sets about explaining exactly what the title is about. With me so far? Good then perhaps you can explain it to me.
A pogrom is a nasty thing, the extermination of a people or race. History is peppered with such things from the earliest of times to the current day. The difference with the titular pogrom is that it is totally fictitious but nonetheless truthful. Someone is out to get the Hoplins, they want nothing less than to drive them out of the land of Lodzamonkeze.
The mystery begins with an explosion at brewery which is blamed on the Yak’s milk drinking Hoplins. It then deepens with bombings of local pubs by the HERA, the supposed Hoplin freedom fighters. Further atrocities are attributed to the peaceable Hoplins until the city of Lodnun is in revolt. The mystery deepens and then shrouds itself in a veil of mist.
Or hero is framed for the whole nasty thing and is cast into the Lord Prefect’s dungeon to rot out his days. That is until a non-existent dragon and a very pretty witch get involved with Kalashnikov and turn his already topsy turvy world completely inside out and then shove it in a sack and attempt to drown it. From here on the whole world of Lodzamonkeze is cast into utter turmoil right until the bitter end, which Clive Newnham sweetens with a dab of sherbet and just a hint of minty freshness.
This is Clive Newnham’s first novel which he has self published at lulu.com, do not be put off by this. Pogrom is a superb story told in a gentle fireside tone with the lights dimmed just a little. Let the flickering flames of Clive’s dulcet tones draw you into the off-beat world of the Hoplins. You’ll soon be imagining the Dickensian cities and knights in armour battling dragons and the cloud boarding headless sorcerers as they all fight for freedom and justice and some fresh yak’s milk. Watch and smile as d’Earth scythes her way across the battlefields handing out life stories to the recently dead. Snigger and titter at the shenanigans of the endearing Hoplins then boo and hiss at the corrupt members of the secret services that would kill and maim for fine pair of stockings.
The more I read this fantasy the more I wanted to read it. The story is well crafted with great dialogue with, as I mentioned before, has a sense of humour that permeates everything. Congratulations are in order Mr Newnham, I raise to you a glass of Yak’s milk with a resounding ‘here here, and bravo.” Long may the series continue.
- The Heartstone Chronicles: Windchaser
on May 27, 2011
It took my quite some time to get into this book, but I am glad that I kept going. The story begins with a young boy rescued by a wraith which takes him and trains to be a Windchaser: a daemon hunter. Thus Darkmalian is formed. We are then jumped forward to the present day and a world about to be torn apart at the seams.
One of the things that I dislike in novels is too much back tracking or history lessons, this book has too many for me. At the beginning of many chapters we are given another glimpse into Darkmalian’s past showing us how he was trained by the wraiths. All of these prologues are good on their own but it makes the story see-saw all the way through breaking up the smooth passage. Were all these pieces gathered together at the start they would make an excellent introduction to the novel and allow us to sail on uninterrupted. I mention this as my editor pulled me up for it. With that aside it is back to the story.
Complicated. There are so many factions with tiers and traitors and double-crossers that come at you right from the start that it is difficult at times to remember who’s who. Much of the first half of the book is filled with this information which I am sure could be pruned (again I have done this myself). I always kept in mind that this long novel is the writer’s first and there are few people that have written novels without making faux pas. With that thought in mind its hats off to Mr Fraser for getting his vision down on paper and explaining it to us as best he could.
Complaints aside there are many, many things that he gets right. Dialogue is superb. Each character has its foibles that come through as clear in their actions as they do in their speech. There is plenty of action; often gruesome and grisly, sometime breaking the boundary into horror. There is no doubting that Michael Fraser has a highly overactive imagination through which he has created his world. A world that he is determined that we share with him. There is one invention in this book that I truly love – the windcannon, a gun that fires charged bolts of air.
As we progress through the story it settles down to a race against time. Darkmalian becomes the reluctant hero and must get to the fabled Heartstone before the daemon-gods. Cities everywhere are under siege by the daemons that are rising in ever increasing numbers and varieties beyond counting. In Lothos Par, the main capital, the daemons are after the Heavenstair to Shanduskala (heaven) here they are fought by Winchasers, paladins and all many of rogues locked in a final battle to be the last man standing. It’s all down to Darkmalian. If he can get the Amberchild (angel) to the Heartstone then balance can once again be restored and the daemons returned to hell where they belong.
When all is said and done this a very enjoyable fantasy if not a bit gruesome in places. A very commendable first novel that is getting a sequel: Enchantersmith, which I shall be reading when it comes out. Complicated it is, confusing at times but in the end worth the effort a well fought for 3 stars and at $0.99 you have nothing to lose.