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Song of Death By Jonathan Traynor She slumped against the cooling corpse of her dragon. Her left shoulder aching from the axe blow on her armour, an arrow stuck in her leg. Her traitor brother’s body lay in front of her, his sorcery silenced. Spawn of a tyrant, saved by her queen, her mother. She stood in front of the last revenant rebels. Six of them in front of the piled bodies on the accursed battlefield.  They wanted to kill her, the defiant one. Her sword was still in its hilt. Pushing herself upright she screamed to the heavens. They ran towards her. The first fell to her last axe. She drew her restless black blade. It sang its song of death. The revenants fell one by one to its song. She would be queen of this damned land. And set it free. ENDS All my published books are available here .

  Death Hastens vengeance By Jonathan Traynor On his knees in the sand. The wound of the cursed one’s black blade would be his end, but he smiled still.  The daemon, unknowing, was hastening his master’s demise, just as he had ended its infernal life. It was at the expense of his own, as blood oozed from him, mingling with blackened blood of the imp.  Still, he smiled. This broken body would rise in hell. He drank the last of his whiskey. Eyes closing, his vengeance ready to be delivered on to Lucifer. A smile fastened on his dying lips. 

  Awaiting the Court of the Damned By Jonathan Traynor   Her hand reached to the gravestone. Just that brief touch brought an unbidden smile.   The dead lights of the cemetery drew her ravens. They cawed at the illumination. She drew back from the grave marker, inspecting her hand, still stained scarlet from his blood. Her ravens had ripped his eyes out. With a scream of glory her black blade had cut his heart from his ribs.  Tomorrow evening… she would desecrate his body and laugh. Consequences? That was for tomorrow’s court of the damned. She looked forward to its judgement.  

 It is a weird old world, where nothing is certain being a self-published author there is a marketing quandary. That is promoting and marketing. Where should the focus be? My first two books (Watching the Watched and Zero Fucks Given) sold better as paperbacks, my second two (Race The Undead and Chords of Chaos) sold better as e-books, specifically on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited, So which do you prefer? Answer in comments, please. On my  Amazon  page, you can find all four, and within the next four weeks there may be a new book appearing on that page. In the meantime, just buy my books.  And if you want to buy direct from me, message me on Facebook or X/Twitter. 

  Remember the date - February 16. Why? read below: Acclaimed Belfast-based writer  Christopher Owens  returns with his most searing and psychologically incisive work to date,  Soviet Hotel Dressing Gown  — a novel of fractured memories, parallel lives, and the silent aftermath of trauma. Set against the liminal no-man’s-land of a diverted flight into Dublin Airport, the book follows two strangers,  Jake  and  Roibeard , who never meet, never speak, and never realise how closely their internal storms mirror one another. As each man confronts the shadows of his past — the wounds that shaped him, the choices that scarred him, and the future that awaits once they finally reach Belfast — Owens crafts a dual narrative that is both intimate and monumental. The cover of Soviet Hotel Dressing Gown Soviet Hotel Dressing Gown  explores how trauma lingers in the body, how cities carve themselves into their inhabitants, and how two lives can run parallel...