Some years ago, I published a fantasy novel, set in the magical landscape of Yorkshire. It was initially written to preserve some of the stories and folklore I had learned as a child, wandering the moors with my grandfather. From there it grew and became something I had not expected, making me laugh and cry as I wrote.

When it was published, I was new to self-publishing and wholly inexperienced; the story deserved better. But as it is never too late to make amends, I eventually relaunched a new edition of Swords of Destiny.

The Garden of Ogmios

An extract from Swords of Destiny

“Welcome to the garden of Ogmios,” said Merlin, his words echoing, whispered by ghostly voices till they faded into silence. “Here, outside of time, he tends the roots of the mountain and grows his home from living rock. Look well, Heart of Earth, for you…