Gang aft agley, An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promis’d joy! To a Mouse by Robert Burns Or, for those who don’t speak “Burns” – sometimes good plans go tits up. And so it is with my debut book series. A few days ago, I posted on social media that the 4thContinueContinue reading “The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men”
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Christmassy Book Sale!
For the last few years, I have released a novella at Christmas and for the next few days, they’re all FREE! Over on Amazon, you can get access to the entire Reindeer Games trilogy and it won’t cost you a penny. “But, Alex,” I hear you say, “I don’t have a kindle!” No problem… theContinueContinue reading “Christmassy Book Sale!”
The Grey Lady of York
There are that many “grey ladies” in York it is sometimes hard knowing where to begin. The Holy Trinity Church on Micklegate has one, so does The Theatre Royal, The Treasurer’s House, King’s Manor, Lady Peckett’s Yard… and I used to make up stories for American tourists when I worked at The Judge’s Lodgings regardingContinueContinue reading “The Grey Lady of York”
The One Where I was a Guest Author at my Local Library… 10,000 Miles Away!
A few weeks ago, I had the honour of being a guest author at an event hosted by Redcar and Cleveland Libraries. I grew up in Redcar and set my comedy/horror novella, Rock Zombie, there. It is my hometown, it is where I went to school, and where most of my family still live. IContinueContinue reading “The One Where I was a Guest Author at my Local Library… 10,000 Miles Away!”
The ghost of Sarah Brocklebank
The tale of Sarah Brocklebank is a relatively well-known “ghost story” in York. There are many people who will be familiar with her but perhaps even more who know aspects of the story… but not the name. She’s… The ghost on Micklegate Bar The girl who lost the keys Just a kid… it was herContinueContinue reading “The ghost of Sarah Brocklebank”
The Black Cats of York
The Book and the Blade started out as a stray thought in the back of a drunk kid’s head. Me. I was that drunk kid. I was 18 years old and trying to make my way back through the city of York to my student accommodation. I’d only been at uni for a few weeksContinueContinue reading “The Black Cats of York”