The first book of the Southwind Saga, EBB TIDE, has been published on AMAZON. You can buy it by clicking on the book cover to the right. Or you can read the first FIVE CHAPTERS to see if its to your liking - the link is in the menu above. I am writing the second book, SLACK … Continue reading Welcome to the SOUTHWIND SAGA.
I follow Piper and she follows a small girl, a tiny shadow of a thing, visible only because of her white bones painted on her body. When the trees part and moonlight lights the path, it seems we chase a skeleton. The little girl doesn't speak; Piper holds her finger against her lips when she … Continue reading SLACK WATER – Chapter 10: Matty
My night is dark and long. Sometimes I feel the cold chill of a concrete floor beneath my shoulder blades. Pain smoulders, like the ashes of a fire that flares only when stirred. A man nudges me to move and I push him away, retreating into the depths of the past, where the mysteries and … Continue reading SLACK WATER – Chapter 9: Zac
I run through the jungle. Leaves slip under my feet as I let the hill guide me down to the shoreline. I'm not tired and the heat and humidity do not affect me. I feel as if I'm flying, my body weightless, the rifle in my arms weighing nothing at all. I hurdle fallen logs … Continue reading SLACK WATER – Chapter 8: Matty
Morning comes with a burst of pink light as pure and unadulterated as the first dawn that bathed the Garden of Eden, as if the sun itself was a fountain of innocence. The first stirrings of breeze sweep over the face of the waters and the black hills burst into green life, as dense and … Continue reading SLACK WATER – Chapter 7: Zac
When I look up and see the two people standing there, dressed in white clothing so bright in the noon day sun that they are almost incandescent, I feel a strange moment of dissonance. As if my brain can’t process what it sees and so takes a step back to something that makes more sense. … Continue reading SLACK WATER – Chapter 6: Matty
There is something different about being at sea. The air. It seems... so very clean. I'm up the front end of Excelsior (it's called the bow, I must try to use the correct names that Matty spends so much time teaching us), with my back against the mast. The big front sail – the genoa – rises … Continue reading SLACK WATER – Chapter 5: Zac
Duncan begins to sweat when we are less than a hundred metres from shore. It is early morning; the sun has just risen above the coconut palms. The bay is postcard perfect, a deep settled azure, banded with cyan patches where the reef rises. Out to sea, birds wheel and dive on a bait ball, … Continue reading SLACK WATER – Chapter 4: Matty