The Shadow Over Fandelran Web Novel Collection

She pushed the shopping trolley down the first aisle – fruits and vegetables. She collected what she needed to replenish what the family had used over the last week and took some time to think of what

There’s a saying on the old world, on Earth, that says that “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”. But that masks some underlying element of the nature of the statement. Why are we confronting this thought

Angelica picked through the mountain of detritus that was like sand beneath her feet, her grabber arm tossing aside the useless parts as her goggles scanned each individual item for scrap that was actually

“All I know is that if she doesn’t come along something bad always happens, if not during the mission, then after.”      “I’m afraid that I can’t sanction someone who is ostensibly a civilian to go out

Traversing twisting caverns that never ended and whose beginnings were lost to time, that was Lynne’s passion, her calling. As she stepped down through what seemed to be an arch, crumbled away to simply

Crowds jeered as the executioner locked Bronwen into the stocks, its wood cheap and splintered. She winced as the frayed edges rubbed against her wrists and fragments of the wood fur caught and buried

Crowds jeered as the executioner locked Bronwen into the stocks, its wood cheap and splintered. She winced as the frayed edges rubbed against her wrists and fragments of the wood fur caught and buried

Prickling sweat fell down her face and dried almost in an instant, leaving her skin tacky and salty. Dust and sand whipped at her ankles and brushed up alongside her cloak, eager to consume her and any

Speech recorded at the Midsummer Revolution on six-millimetre film. Speaker, Djira Aurahn. Filmed by Dewi Lloyd, on location in the capital city Neiro, Dun’orn, 3482 s.c.

Speech recorded at the Midsummer Revolution on six-millimetre film. Speaker, Djira Aurahn. Filmed by Dewi Lloyd, on location in the capital city Neiro, Dun’orn, 3482 s.c.

A great hand of jagged rock reached down and plucked the stone from beneath Robin’s feet. Not wishing to be the next meal of this otherwise friendly creature, he leapt from the stone as it was lifted into

'How does one family prevent the rank and file of their Lords' houses from rising up and using their serfs to man an uprising? One family, the absolute concentration of that familial power under one man.

In the realm of social media, having a unique name and online presence is incredibly important, but it seems that Hive has dropped the ball on a number of occasions in this regard. From Hive as a service

Her tensed muscles released explosive strength that could barely be defended against by our young hero. He threw his sword in the way of her kick. Her bare, calloused foot met its light steel, releasing

She sat on her various social media accounts, flicking between each tab, and scratching her head as it pulsated with dull unformed ideas and stories. What to tweet, what to post, which hashtags to use.

The novel marches on! Up to about 20,000 words now, but much of it is out of order. The early linear portions are about 12-13,000 words. Here's the first part of the character profile of our main character,

When we think of working class, many things can be conjured to the forefront of our minds. Blue collar workers, those who work with their hands and fix things, the working poor, those who barely scrape

The whims of the people of Eden are insignificant in the face of those blessed with the ability to manipulate the arcane. All across the continents of man, those with power are held aloft as champions

The loose sandstone wall loomed ahead of Bronwen, its heights shielding her view to the city’s innards. Its bricks were worn and clearly in such a pattern that she could see the way in which her friends

Bronwen stomped her feet, pressing her frustration into the ground with the twisting of her ankles. The dust from the drying dirt plumed upwards, causing a nearby lizard to escape promptly to a nearby