‘Write about what you know,’ they said. ‘Tell a good story, a book should be a holiday.’ When you finally read the last page and close the book, you should look round at your living room feeling that you have travelled without all that nonsense of queuing at airports, missing trains and dodging traffic.
So I suppose this page is the equivalent of browsing the travel agent’s website.
Me? I live in South Cumbria, which is as nice a part of the world as any to be honest. Too old to play computer games and too young to watch daytime televison. I’ve got a wife and three daughters, no dress sense and a liking for good cappuccino.
To make a living I sort of farm, sort of write and sort of help out where I’m wanted. I suppose one day I’ll grow up and do something properly.
On the off chance you’ve wandered onto this page in a desperate attempt to discover how to buy my books. Well first there are these, sometimes called the ‘dog and quad’ books
Then there’s the Fantasy. I put them here in some sort of order. First the tales of Benor Dorfinngil, cartographer at large.
Then there are the works of Tallis Steelyard, the leading poet of his generation and ornament of that great city, Port Naain. As well as one token collection of poems he has gifted us with several volumes of his short stories.
Then we have the novellas of Tallis Steelyard.
And finally we have the various adventures of Maljie, recounted for us by Tallis Steelyard.