Awaken, spirit of Maiden, vessel of a pure soul and bearer of an empath’s heart.
Aventi sends out the call for a new Maiden.
When the novitiates arrive without a guide, Aventi must escort them through the same ordeal that haunts her worst nightmares.
Magic calls — do you hear it? Are you the vessel it seeks?
Suspense and fear in an isolated location. Two people, one Other.
A man possessed must choose between proving his research or maintaining his sanity.
Kano Varre seeks a rare mineral in Outback Australia to prove his controversial research — what he finds is a nightmare.
His mind is possessed by the Diaballein, whose only purpose is to open a gateway to this world for its brethren — the gate opens …
Kano must defeat the enemy while there’s only one, before the world falls into slavery, torture, death — worse than any nightmare ever imagined.
Nouveau Noir, Poetry & Prose
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Herja, Devastation is a tale of
myth and mortality,
wielder and implement,
love and destiny.
Free-verse poetry combines with short prose in the style of an Eddic tale modernised.
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The legend of Valkyrie breathes, as Herja, Devastation, once wronged, aims her mortal agent at her enemies.
Her man bears this tale of vengeance in service to a higher, eminently more noble being. He is her assassin and tool, and she is his destiny and dignity.
In the dirty business of death on demand, a purity of purpose lights the path as he seeks questions, provides answers and justice on her word.
This blending of literary forms creates a unique nouveau noir style for the 21st Century.
Do you dare to tread the dark side?
Urban Fantasy/Arcane/soft sci-fi
A mother will do anything, travel all worlds, through times and planes and dimensions, even beyond the known, for her child.
Chiri’s first concern should be the safety of her daughter, but as the Gate-Keeper responsible for the lives of millions, all now in grave peril due to her error, she must choose.
Will she sacrifice the search for her child, or abandon her world to the fate decreed in the Cards?
acflory (5*) review here. – “a reward commensurate with the challenge.” & “All I can say is that once I started reading, I literally could not stop.”
M said: I enjoyed the book. It read like a short story — very fast paced, very focused on plot. I got caught up in Chiri’s desires. … I liked the way it was a growing mystery enfolded in a sci-fi thriller.
L said: Congratulations! It held my interest, a page-turner! The sense of place -Camberwell, the markets and the junction. It’s real and grounded. I can visualise it all so perfectly. The pace of the scenes … is great, edgy; I felt all the emotions Chiri was going through. I loved it, Cage – not a genre I normally read, so thank you for the introduction and the privilege of being an early reader.
C said: Fast paced from the start; I was completely enthralled with her fears and journey. I would recommend this to the person who wants something interesting and different. Not witches, not warlocks, but enough arcane mixed with soft sci-fi, and in places we can see, smell, and hear. Loved it. GoodReads
5bayby14uReviews: 4* – A story of needs versus love, of deeds versus promises, of commitment and release.
A Collection of short stories
Night Driver – light sci-fi, outback Australia, the Nullabor Plain
Mind-Walk – contemporary, ACD, choices, last wishes
The Roundel – light fantasy, roundel shapes in rhyme and time, mystic
Lost; Zani Dacrydium Seeks Similar; Love and Loss – super shorts!
Tones of Dawn – Reprise! – contemporary
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Spirit Moments – poem by CS Dunn, published as part of Adelaide Fringe 2016. Market: 8-12 year olds.
CS Dunn ©2015
The sheoak whispers and wails
A wattlebird warbles and whistles
The laughing bird claims the tree – my tree, my tree, mine
A possum tail flicks high in the red gum
Silver-green leaves dance in the morning light
Shivers of bark peel and curl and swirl down the trunk
The ancient tree claims the ground – my place, my place, mine
The shuffle and scuffle of leaves
Blown by a breeze that wanders aloft
Ignorant of the bossy grumble of creek that warns
Of the power of earth, of clay, of stone
The swollen ground claims the creek – my creek, my creek, mine
The sway of stems, green and gold
Lit by a dapple of sun and ripple
Grasses murmur and rattle
Flowers lure the bee, the bird, the possum
To the meadow, the stream, the enchantment
The restless creek claims the water – my water, my water, mine
Noise, croaking frogs, screaking insects
Water moves, slides, sloshes
Comes from somewhere to go elsewhere
Giggles and gurgles, splatters and swirls
Splashes and chuckles, titters and cackles
The music of water as it slides over, around, through
The water claims the rock – my place, my place, mine
The earth, sand and soil and stones
Rocks, grey, brown, tinged in gold
Deny the movement of time
They hold their place
Sentinel, foundation, strength
Streaked with white and silver, with memories
The rock claims the age – forever, forever, and now.