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  Bringing the fright to Ballymena Strange and Unusual: A Celebration of Science Fiction & Horror The Fright Club NI, Ireland's premier horror film fan club, invades The Braid Arts Centre on Saturday, 18th April for Strange and Unusual: A Celebration of Science Fiction and Horror A brand new fan event, the first of its kind in Ballymena. Special guests include Hugh Ross, star of Clive Barker's cult fantasy horror Nightbreed, Hannibal Rising, Bronson and Outlander. There will also be and appearance by Luisa Guerreiro, the woman who personified Toxie in the 2023 version of The Toxic Avenger. She also appeared in The Witcher, Baldurs Gate III and was a puppeteer in Wicked. There will also be expert talks, 20 traders, small press, local authors and, of course, cosplay. Tickets are available now from https://www.thefrightclubni.com/strange-and-unusual or by scanning the QR code at the end of this article. 🏛️ The Braid Arts Centre 🗓️ Saturday 18th April ⏰ Sta...

For those of you yet to read Chords of Chaos I am offering an exclusive deal [UK only] until the end of February. Every direct order from me will pay just £10 including postage and packing, and with a commemorative guitar pick. Simply DM me and I’ll send back the details. Sorry but those not living in the UK it is available via Amazon in paperback, Kindle and Kindle Unlimited. Read one of the reviews here .

  Hero dwarf Stephen By Jonathan Traynor He was trapped under the giant’s body. Eight times he’d stabbed the behemoth in the neck, but it was only when he stabbed it in the eye did it falter and fall. Now, the blows and spear wounds could no longer healed, nor the burnt hair from the dragon’s breath ever grow again. His breaths were ragged, but he took a last look around the battlefield. He could see the bodies of so many, and the two dead dragons. A shadow passed over him. “My queen,” he muttered. Her armour was tarnished by the fire of the dragon she killed. An arrow was jammed into her side, through a gap in the plate. Yet when she crouched beside him it seemed that she was not in pain. “What is your name dwarf?” “Stephen, Stephen StJohn.” “I don’t think you are going to last the day Stephen.” He nodded. “Stephen, many of your dwarven kin have died today, but thanks to you many more have lived. Your courage will be sung of in the halls of men, dwarves and elv...

Inevitable By Jonathan Traynor Rampaging hordes of delivery cyclists Speed to foist fast food heart attacks Upon the unconsciously inept couples Their kitchen somewhere to make tea Drinking cheap wine, silent conversation Picking over chilling delivered pizza Dodging the cyclists, dropping head down To avoid the beggars’ eyes, those let down By state, family, friends and themselves Blinking in the light of shops doorways Luxuriating on what credit card debt buys Coffee with the girls, beer with the lads Football, fashion, it’s easy to criticise and It’s easy to label, labelling thyself too as you Shout into your social media echo chamber Never thinking, words can rebound, brought Into light of judgement as you label them And they type to make sure you are labelled Flayed flaccid fifty fighting to live as a fleeting Life flies by, counting wishes never fulfilled Faded nights drag on, hand on phone as the TV drones, new hips aching as the invisible Inevitable s...

   Bold, challenging... Review by Jonathan Traynor Soviet Hotel Dressing Gown – Christopher Owens To base a book around a song title, and name that song in the title is a bold move. However, Owens accepts that, draws deep on the undercurrents in the lyrics – despair, reflection, melancholia and observation. Soviet Hotel Dressing Gown by Sons of Robert Mitchum – a self-styled neo-noir band – is the hook Owens hangs this tale of two people’s silent taxi ride from Dublin to Belfast, after a flight diversion. Jake and Roibeard’s stories are bracketed by the thoughts of the taxi driver, a   brief but reliable narrator. The two protagonists’ separate stories bear Owens’ trademark examination of the buried psyche and interior monologue that explores the parts of the mind most do not wish to delve. For Jake’s part mental health is painted in stark colours emphasized at one point by the refrain of the word ‘remember’ and the question “What will I do?” repeated four t...

Death Duty By Jonathan Traynor The screen flickered as he reached for the ship’s controls. It was soaked with the captain’s blood. The captain had been cut in two by the collapsed bulkhead. The first officer was also dead. Now he was in charge, a mere ensign, of this Avenger Class starship. The computer rattled off casualty and damage reports: 200 dead, multiple hull breaches, and still the hits continued. He programmed some return fire, but it was futile. The Disrupter ship was too large for the remains of the armaments on board. “Computer, Ensign First Class, Taveneer, 616567. Order and implement Abandon ship.” “Confirm order Ensign Taveneer.” Its voice remained calm, with that hint of humour. “I confirm.” He watched the sub-screen as bright green dots popped into space, and then in horror as the Disrupter’s fire began to target the escape pods. “Computer, full available speed to vector five, slash eight.” “Ensign Taveneer, I cannot comply, that is directly into t...