Fall Into the Future of Fiction

It is an exciting time to be a reader or a writer. The old gatekeepers are slowly being pushed aside and the power has been returned where it should always have been – in the hands of the people who create worlds out of words and those who explore those worlds. You, Dear Readers. 

Mirrormask Fiction is a small part of that future. Here you will find a plethora of possibilities. Web-serials. Online novels. Blooks. Call them what you will. At the end of the day, they are (hopefully) good stories well told.

The first enthralling tale of Mirrormask Fiction shall be a serialised novel entitled Thieftaker, Book One of the Soulreaper Chronicles. What can you expect from this novel? A mystery. A fantasy. An adventure. A thriller. Here’s the “blurb”:

The British Isles, the 16th century.  

Decades ago, the fae returned to the mortal world. Released by a coven of magicians after centuries of imprisonment, they swept across the British Isles, covering the land with a tangled forest of enchanted trees. Cities fell. Thousands died. Only a handful of cities were saved.

Years later, the people of the Isles have grown used to this new way of life. Many have been Touched by the magic, transformed into creatures half-mortal, half-fae.

Daniel Therwood is one of those. Cursed with the hands of a reaper, he gained the ability to steal the souls of anyone he touched. After years working as an assassin, he now works as a thieftaker, tracking murderers through the Seven Cities that survived. He is convinced that his old life is behind him.

Until one night he wakes up to find a body in his bed…

Going from the shifting decks of the Dregs to the heights of the royal court, Daniel finds himself caught up in an ever more complicated web of deceit, treachery and death.

Care for a taste? Here are the first few paragraphs.

The boy’s scream echoed in my head, making my hangover that much worse. 

As we rode out into the Woods, I cast an eye back at Wanechester’s protective walls, wishing I could be back in my bed. The sun rose above the towers, brilliant rays piercing my eyes and eliciting a groan. I turned away, taking in my companions – twelve men dressed in the livery of the reeve’s guard, and the reeve himself wearing a green cloak with golden leaves embroidered on the shoulders.

And me, of course, Daniel Therwood, in my dirty grey coat and blood red hose. I pulled the floppy hat further down to protect my eyes from the rising sun.

I will be posting the first chapter tomorrow and from then on the story will be updated twice a week - on Mondays and on Fridays. Please get involved - leave comments, drop me an email, etc. I look forward to meeting you!