"At first, when the waters showed me the Lady, I thought she was a sister of The Jesus, for she smiled at me. But when I gave her another looksee, I knew she was also Devil, for she comes from the Blackash and was broken.
Her flesh is white, stuck inside twisted glass that bends and curls--one arm reachin' out to me, the other at her side, her fingers clenched in an angry fist.
And if I look into her black eyes? I see fings. Twistin', turnin' fings. She tells of dark, doomy worlds, of peoples and places, and of shadows where horrors lurk. Stories that play out in front of me as if I was there.
But hark! Her lips begins to dance! Serpents that whisper and hiss. Words that spin and curl, twistin' and swirlin' and I can do nothin' but watch, watch, watch..."
Kev is an international bestselling author mostly writing mystery and adventure sci-fi.
His debut sci-fi short story, Escaping The Cradle (included in this anthology) was runner-up in the 2005 Clarke-Bradbury International Science Fiction Competition.
He has also appeared in several anthologies with such self-publishing sci-fi luminaries as Hugh Howey, Michael Bunker and Samuel Peralta.
Kev has done all the requisite ‘writery’ jobs such as driver's mate, factory gateman, barman, labourer, telesales operative, sales assistant, warehouseman, IT contractor, Student Union President, university IT helpdesk guy, British Rail signal software designer, premiership football website designer, gigging musician, graphic designer, stand-up comedian, sound engineer, improv artist, magazine editor and web journo... Although he doesn't like to talk about it. Mostly.
He was born in the UK in one of the more interesting previous centuries. Originally from Derbyshire, he now lives in the seaside town of Brighton. He is a tea drinker, avid Twitterer (@MostlyWriting) and idioscyncratic human being.
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He also lives on the edge of a haunted forest.
One inhabited by a fell wizard far too many of his guests are intent to meet.
Despite Galen’s warnings and admonitions, most travelers passing through his doors only stay long enough to ask a few questions before entering the dark wood.
Far too few come back.
These are the tales of some of those adventurers who return.
These are the tales of those Galen wishes had never left his door.