Wednesday, 30 April 2025

#121 Never Fails + Daemon Soul 2 Sneak Peak

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

I'm sharing part of the first chapter of Daemon Soul 2 with you all today, a sneak peak at where Cypher and Serena end up after the events of the first book. There's a slightly more depressing update as well, but before we get into all that, let's see what Brennan and Riz are up to.

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz



Tried black and white again here, and it didn't really work out. I think I needed the darks to be a lot darker. Still, it was fun experimenting and was a little throw back to an older issue.

Update

Argh, I wish I had more to say here. I was severely tempted to put Phantom Dawn on hiatus (despite things having a habit of never coming off hiatus) so I could focus solely on Avalon, but feels like that's a cop out when what I'm facing is a failure of time management. Looking at the stats, Phantom Dawn is enjoyed by several of you out there which is slowly filtering out through to the rest of the blog. I should be on the clean up phase, I've still got another couple of chapters to rewrite! 

It's going to be an interesting month, that's for sure.

Sneak Peak

I thought it would be nice to share something from Daemon Soul 2 (despite my trouble with it as stated above!)

This extract is from the first chapter and is presented here completely unedited. It may or may not appear in this form in the finished book (probably won't!)

We join a hapless human called Trey, who was supposed to be going home...but alas, he's caught some demonic attention. If only there was two heroes to save him eh?

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     At first, Trey mistook them to be fellow night goers, also on their own journey. It never occurred to him that they meant harm, till he got an even closer look and saw their inhuman appearance. Each of them was an ashen grey in colour, with an emancipated look. On each of their hands, were sharp claws that seemed ready to rend flesh. Their teeth were poised in anticipation. A sound escaped Trey’s mouth, and were his reactions what they should have been, he would have made a break for it. Instead, he fumbled with his coat pockets and fell as he turned to get away. The creatures gathered round him, fully prepared to eat him in the middle of the street instead of hiding away with their meal, that was how hungry they were, that they would put their desire to hide below the ever present hunger. 
     “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” This voice cut through the silence that smothered the scene. 
     “H-help!” Trey shouted out, remembering what sounds he needed. “Don’t let them eat me!” 
     “Food shouldn’t talk!” the lead creature said as he kicked Trey in the stomach, hard.      “Who’s there! Who would dare risk their life for this trash!” 
     “Oh, you know, just your friendly Daemon Soul.”
     Trey couldn’t believe his eyes when seemingly from above, a lad wearing a dark coat dropped down. His hair was blonde and a little bit spikey, and his tongue seemed as sharp as the sword he was wielding.
     “W-who are you?” Trey stammered.
     “Please hold all your questions until after the demons are dead, though just call me,” the guy said with a grin. “Now, as for you lot,” he turned to face the demons, resting his sword against his shoulder as he stepped confidently towards them.
     “Pretty bold of you to act so openly! Did you think that there was no hope so you might as well go out in a blaze of glory? Or are you just mad?” He directed his curiosity at the demons, who looked at their own leader, the one that stood foremost ahead of the group. This was the same one who had done all the talking for their side.
     “You are the one who’s being bold! You don’t even realise that you’re the one being toyed with!” 
     “I’m sorry? Have you killed an Arc Demon? I have, and that’s kind of a big deal isn’t it? You’re not exactly going to be giving me much of a fight are you?” 
     Trey watched as the guy took a step forward, putting himself between Trey and the demons.
     The lead demon nodded at one of his subordinates, and the creature willingly threw itself at the sword wielding guy, who met it close up, and ducked under the swipe of its claws. With an opening a mile wide, the Daemon Soul attacked and took its head.
     “One down, three to go. Still feeling confident?”
     “I am,” the lead demon sent the next demon out, and as Trey watched, it was cut to ribbons.
     “Look, there’s two of you left, and unless either him or you are rocking a major power boost, we may as well get this over with, so I can get out of here,” the guy was acting quite cocky, which Trey either put down as the folly of youth, or that he was that much stronger than the demons.
     “You’re not aware of strategy are you? Half breed,” the lead demon said, letting his words fall out slowly.
     “Strategy? This is a strategy? What’s your plan? Bore me to death? If I sensed any other demons around here I wouldn’t be letting you breathe, let alone talk about your diabolical plans.”
     “So there is a limit to your senses then? Good, then our success is assured. I’ve done my part to ensure my allies victory!” the lead demon laughed, throwing his head back in riotous glee.
     “Yeah, let me stop you there,” the guy said, leaving Trey clueless as to what was going on. The demon stopped laughing, angry that his opponent was still being defiant.
     “What?”
     “So, quick question. How many Daemon Souls are there right now, like, right this second?”
     The demon’s expression changed in an instant.
     “Where is she!”
     “She? ‘She’ is dealing with your friends that thought they were being so smart as to go and attack that housing estate on the outskirts of town. I mean, kudos to thinking outside the box, but minus fifty points for trying to attack defenceless people,” the guy started walking towards the last two demons, who seemed to be in shock, knowing their plans had failed them.
     “Wait! How can you be so sure that she’s not the one who’s dead! Do you know how many of my kin went on this raid! You may be stronger than us, but numbers care not for strength!” 
     “Oh, I’m sure she’s alive, and you want to know how I know, besides implicitly trusting her to the end of the world? Take a look behind you,” the guy pointed, and Trey peered round him to see what he was looking at.
     “Do you think so little of us that you expect us to fall for that trick-!” the demon’s tirade was stopped as he was sliced in half horizontally from behind, the other demon already on the floor with its head lying next to it.
     “Right on time,” the guy smiled, resting his sword against his shoulder again. “Did they put up any fight over there?” he asked the newcomer, who Trey saw was a blue haired woman, who looked no older than the guy.
     “I had the element of surprise, is this the person the demons were threatening as a diversion?” the woman asked.
     “Yeah, I almost forgot about him there! You can run along now, and try to forget everything you’ve seen here, please?” the guy turned and asked. Trey silently nodded, his eyes fixated on the guy’s sword. He got up, and ran out of sight, leaving the two demon killers alone.
     “Cypher, you know what I’m going to say, don't you?” Serena said, as she watched the guy they’d just saved run off into the night.
     “I know, I know. Don’t talk too much to the person and focus on the job?” Cypher replied. “I’m just, trying to put them at ease. It’s traumatic enough that they’re face to face with these demons.”
     “I understand it, and I don’t think I need to tell you again why it’s unwise. Unless you want more scrutiny to fall on us.”
     “You mean those groups you were telling me about back in New York? Majestic and Avalon?”
     “Yes, the less we have to do with them the better. They have their own goals that I rather we not get caught up in,” Serena said as she stared up into the sky. “It’s a cloudless night, perfect hunting weather.”
     “So, we’re moving on already?” Cypher asked, joining her gaze skyward.
     “The night is young, and there’s always more demons.”
     “Can’t argue with that!” Cypher smiled at his partner, and she offered one back, one that caught him by the heart. He knew why she was still being strict with him, this wasn’t the profession where you could let your guard down. One wrong move could end it all.

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That's it for this week!

There should be some more Phantom Dawn next week, but till then...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 23 April 2025

#120 Never Fails + Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn Chapter 7

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Today, I have the 8th Chapter of Phantom Dawn for your reading pleasure, and the bad guy finally makes his presence known!

Before we get to that though, let's see what Brennan and Riz are up to!

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz



You just know that this has happened several times, it's such a Riz move. Also noticed that it's the 120th issue, can't believe that I'm still making them, can I make it to the coveted 150? 

(Silly question as I'll hit that around December!)

Minor Update

Not much to say here, the ending of Avalon drags on but that's down to too little writing time (I think I've said this before, but I effectively lose two days to preparing the comic strip and writing this blog. School Holidays make finding time a real pain).

Still hoping to get it finished, one of the two fights has a path to an ending, and so should the other, but I'm very concerned other it feeling anticlimactic. If I can gather the words, it's certainly a blog topic as I'm pretty sure all my problem's here are self-inflicted.

Wish me luck to actually get this done.

Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn- Memories of a Rose

The story continues on! Definitely getting a feel about these characters and where this plot is heading (should specify, I know roughly the end point, but never the full path there. Yes, I'm pantsing this, can you tell?). People who remember the comic will find one forthcoming element familiar (not this chapter, but seeds are being planted).

Phantom Dawn Chapter Index

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7: Finch’s Response


     Mason dragged himself through the door to his hideout, his fellows mocking laughter still ringing in his ears over his defeat to a girl. In comparison to most other homes in the area, his place was in far better condition. While still running down, things appeared to be unbroken and a symbol of some wealth, that Finch was actually looking out for those in his service. He was the only person there, or so he thought at least. 

     Nominally, there would have been five of them sharing the house, just one of many buildings dotted around in Finch’s domain, he clustered his men, and they were always men, together in case they were needed. Mason was glad that he was alone, if anyone else had been there, he would have had some awkward questions that he would have had to answer. He let himself flop onto the sofa, letting out a heavy sigh. Thinking about what had just transpired, he was at a loss for words.

     That red haired girl! That vision of beauty! What monstrous strength! How? He asked himself. His body was aching, and he was under no illusion that the beating he received was the worst he could have gotten. At the same time though, she could have easily killed him, that was the impression he had, the girl was holding back to not beat him into a bloody pulp. He turned to face the ceiling, wishing he had drank more at the bar, at least then he could have blamed that.      One silver lining he could think of, was that any news would take a while to reach Finch, giving him time to think of a reasonable explanation, and to get back at them. He estimated that he had a good few hours, and that would be enough to round up some men, get them kitted out, and get rid of them, one way or another. He’d prefer the easy if he was honest. Still, he’d have a nap, and then get the ball rolling. He closed his eyes, wanting sleep to fall over him, but a knock on the door caused him to bold upright from the sofa, pain striking through his body as parts moved more than they should have after the beating. There was another knock, and then another.

     Only Finch knocked like that.

     “You going to let me in Mason? It’s not nice to leave a guy outside like this, especially with the Phantom Dawn out.” Finch’s voice sounded as confident as ever. He knew that Mason was going to let him in. 

     Mason wavered as he inched towards the door. He tried to remain calm, chalking his appearance up to a coincidence rather than anything else, after all, any message would have taken hours to get to Finch, and then added time for him to get here. Thus, it was only reasonable to assume that his benefactor had absolutely no idea about his humiliating defeat. With his confidence restored, even if just by a little, Mason gladly opened the door to see his boss standing there smiling.

     “I was beginning to think that you were going to keep me out there!” Finch laughed, patting Mason on the back as he swaggered in. Finch was a man of average height, in his fifties. His grey hair was slicked back, with a flat cap hiding where he was balding, he had a toothpick in his mouth which he messed with every now and again. His jacket was worn like a cape, its arms tied around his neck, allowing it to blow in the breeze, not unlike a cape. Behind him, there were two hulking figures standing there, they made no effort to come in alongside Finch, Mason shuddered looking at them, he was a big fella, but these two were in a league above him.

     “Hi, guys?” Mason made an attempt to appear jovial to them, but they didn’t make any sound, they never did. They were Finch’s bodyguards, and no one had even gotten close to Finch with ill intent as long as they were there. Those that tried, well, Mason had often tried to scrub the memories of witnessing such attempts. Leaving them outside, Mason shut the door, trying to hide his fear. Finch had already moved to the sofa, taking up practically the whole thing as he spread his arms and legs out, making it difficult for anyone else to take a seat there.

     “So, what brings you out here?” Mason asked.

     “Just doing the rounds, nothing important. I was in the next town over, and I thought to myself, ‘I should check in on Mason’, see how operations are here. I noticed there was a bit of a wobble in the money coming in from here, even after I raised the levy to live in such a nice place.”

     “I think that’s people moving out of town?” Mason answered earnestly. There was a warning siren blaring in his head after he said it, realising that was the wrong thing to say.

     “You don’t say? And what are you doing to make sure that doesn’t happen? I mean, have you put that man out of business yet? The one who is directly facilitating that?” 

     Such a pointed question put Mason on edge again. 

     Did he know? No, how could he? Mason's panicked thoughts raced through his head.

     “I’m-I’m trying!” Mason stammered. “They’re resourceful though! I kick them out of one place, and they just turn up elsewhere! But, I assure you, things are on the up!” Mason slammed his fist into his palm, trying to emphasise a point he had no right in making.

     “Oh, that’s a relief then. I know I can count on you, I mean, I know, that you know, what failing me means. I don’t want to have to ‘fire’ you, not after everything I’ve done for you.” Here, ‘Fire’ was a euphemism and a literal expression, anyone that failed Finch, was lit up on a bonfire, for all the other employees to see.

     “Haha,” Mason laughed nervously, wanting to steer the conversation away from the topic now, especially since he was going to have to ask for permission for a couple more resources to scare Neal and his group away, but Finch still had something let to ask.

     “By the way, were you at the bar this morning?” 

     Mason’s blood froze solid, almost making it impossible for him to move, leaving him wearing a shocked expression.

     “Err…” He forced the words out, but those weren’t the ones that he wanted to say.

     Like a shark tasting blood in the water, Finch leaned forward.

     “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t care if you’re drinking that early! It’s only a problem if you’re not getting the job done,” he sounded reassuring, which worked as Mason relented.

     “Yeah, I was there this morning…”

     “See? I don’t care!” Finch laughed, and Mason let out a scared laugh, noting how his boss was skirting close to the truth about what happened.

     “Though what I do care about…” Finch’s tone changed in an instant. “Is you making a public display of getting your arse handed to you by a girl.” 

     There it was, and in that moment, Mason wished he was a hundred thousand miles away, in a different town, in a different body, as a completely different species if he could.

     “Look! I can explain!” Mason started to sweat, as Finch sat there unmoved by his underlings plight.

     “You can explain why Neal’s new friend was able to toss you around? How she proved to everyone watching that you are a weakling, and by extension, that I’m a weakling for relying on you? Which in turn shows me why you haven’t been able to handle the simple task I gave you?” Finch sounded more and more aggressive as his questioning continued.

     “How did you even know about that? There’s no way that anyone could have told you!”

     “I saw it myself! I had not long arrived, and I was standing at the end of the street. I hung back when I realised what was going on, and stayed in the shadows. I expected to see you beat Neal’s brat but that isn’t what happened is it? I overheard everyone talking afterwards, the jokes they made, and I felt my authority slip. I don’t like that.” Finch put his hands together, and made it look like he was thinking. “You know what happens when I don’t like something.”

     “Please, just give me one more chance! I’ll get this town to step back into line! That girl! She’s not normal!” Mason pleaded.

     “No, I think…Yeah, I think this town needs a refresh, a new start.”

     “What do you mean by that?”

     “Well, this town is absolute crap. You let all the good people flee from my grasp. There’s nothing left of any worth. So, we need to start again. Wipe the slate clean.”

     “I still don’t understand…”

     “Do I need to speak plainer? I’m going to wipe this town from the face of the earth. Then, I’m going to build something new atop of it, and fill it with people who actually listen to me and do as they’re goddamn told!” Finch stood, and straightened himself out. “You want to stay on my goodside, you’ll make sure that this happens. I’ll find another opportunity for you to make up for all your failures. Now, I’m going to leave and get things ready. I’ll send word for when it’s time for you to leave. Till then, make sure no one leaves, got it?”

     “O-okay,” Mason said, looking down at the ground. He didn’t want to face Finch, who was revelling in the power dynamic at play.

     “I don’t care how strong this girl is, what I’ve got planned, she’ll die like the rest.”

     “L-like the rest?”

     “Can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. The townspeople are no big loss, They’ve paid me well enough, but now they’ve seen you fail, they’ll probably start getting ideas of their own. I can’t have that now.” Finch walked back over to the door. “Remember. Us? We’re hanging on by a thread. You want to repair that, you have to behave, and listen like the good boy you are,” Finch playfully tapped Mason on the cheek, making it clear that any bad behaviour would not be tolerated. “Bye kid.” Finch left, in the company of his bodyguards, a dozen plans already running through his mind.

     Mason, stared out of the door, and at the town itself, and he began to panic, fretting over everything that was happening. He couldn’t let the town be destroyed. He had to find a way to appease Finch, and keep the town as it was. He didn’t know what his employer had planned, but he wouldn’t let it take place. If he could get rid of Finch’s problem within th town, then there wouldn’t be any need to get rid of the town. Mason knew he was going to have to act fast…

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Next Chapter (Not finished yet!).

That's it for this week!

Till next time...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 16 April 2025

#119 Don’t You Hate That + Future of Daemon Soul

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

This week I want to look at what the future holds for Daemon Soul now that it's been released, there's also a brand new Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz to entertain you, so let's head over and see what the pair are up to.

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


Looks like a pretty good dream Riz was having there! Also one I could actually show you without the authorities trying to get in contact. This issue came out a lot better than I was dreading, though I need to find a better way to take the final photo. The reason the panel lines look so wonky is because of the angle I take the photo at. If only I had a scanner.

Future of Daemon Soul

So hopefully everyone is reading/ has read Daemon Soul Awakening by now (get it here and here if you haven't!), and may be thinking to themselves, now what? 

Well...now you wait.

Okay, that sounds harsh but you wait because book 2 is (hopefully) on the way!

Of course, this is a completely redone book 2 then the original sequel I wrote from 2007 to 2008, my life might have been easier if I had just edited that one (which probably wouldn't have worked thinking about it, as even Awakening got redrafted basically).

My original plan was to have five books (Awakening, Requiem, Corruption, Dead World, Curse of Destiny) which quickly got cut back to four (the last one was dropped, with book 4 gaining a little extra to end the whole thing). Essentially each book was to focus on one of the four Arc Demons, treating each like the final boss of a video game (though as it turned out when writing the books, each successive one got better characterisation with one in particular affecting the future rewrites even now). Of course Gabriel featured heavily through out all this, his role changing in the early planning of Requiem (he was supposed to die then, if you can believe that!) with a major reveal happening in Corruption. No, I will not say what that reveal was, I'm still planning on using that.

Now, I've drafted a new plan with regards to how Daemon Soul will move forward, and Daemon Soul Avalon is a big part of that. This represents something that was missing from the first version of the sequels, Cypher’s steps into the world having consequences as others react to him. This is also where he meets the white haired woman, whom I shared a picture of last week. That woman is, of course, Isabelle Blake, who regular readers will remember from a few short stories I've written on the blog (ones you can read via the list I shared last week).

Want another picture of her?


Last week's picture was a first attempt, and this one was a second. I'm really happy with how this one turned out. I've done a more recent one, but I think it pales to this. Check it out below.

See? I think I'll be reverting to the 2nd design in future.

In the coming months, I'll try and share more edited extracts of Avalon with you all, to ease the wait of the second book. It's fairly possible that there maybe a year gap between releases (seeing as I have to write them all!) So sneak previews and additional side stories should hopefully fill the void. I'm also hoping to publish something that was actually cut out from Daemon Soul Awakening, that being the series of chapters that comprised Serena’s origin story. It'd need new wrap around segments but there's enough there for a Novella. After that, and if time permitted it, I'd love to bring another idea of mine to life, another Novella set around Christmas time which would answer the question of how far someone would go for love...especially if given bad advice by Gabriel. Of course that one is a lot less likely to happen as there is only a small window for that to appear in, and I hope to actually be writing book 3 in that time frame.

Of course, there's also some more Daemon Soul content set for the future in the form of the continuing Phantom Dawn story. It may not appear connected at the moment but I assure you, it is, just wait and see. There might also be more short works that'll appear as well.

That's all for this week!

Till next time...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin 

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Wednesday, 9 April 2025

#118 You Have A Problem + Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn Chapter 6

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Today we have the next chapter of Phantom Dawn for you all as we enter some brand new story territory! There's another, perfected, reading list for those that want to suffer more of my writing regarding Daemon Soul, as well as some new art pieces that tease the future (hopefully finished soon!). Before that though, let's see what Brennan and Riz is up to!

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz



I really don't know what is going on with Riz’s tail in a couple of these panels, maybe I peaked with butler Riz last week and this is my punishment.

This is the Comic this issue is referring back to, in case any one is wondering.

Daemon Soul Awakening

So, I promised a comprehensive reading list last week, so here it comes!

A Demon Amongst Spiritualists (read it here)


First Mission (Cheating here as the wraparound story is closer to Daemon Soul Awakening time but the main content takes place at this point, read it here)

They called her Witch (as seen in Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble)

Valentines Date* (read it here)

The Contract* (read it here)

Confessions in the Dark* (read it here)

Phantom Dawn: Memories of a Rose* (Currently ongoing, scroll down to find the chapter list.)

Abyssal Gaze** (Read it here)

The Woods: part I and part II 

Fractured Shadows (Read it here)

Little Girls and Dead Things: part I and part II

Daemon Soul Awakening (buy it now!)

* - Technically, entries marked by this can be read at any point (after "They Called Her Witch") in any order, as along as it's before "Fractured Shadows"

**- This absolutely comes after Phantom Dawn: Memories of a Rose, read it after.

Of course, the ultimate truth here is that you don't really need the above.

If I've done my job right, you can get on just fine with the main published books. My aim with all these other stories is to build fun tales that aren't absolutely essential. There should be no required reading (unless you decide to start with Book 2 or 3...then there might be issues.)

These additional stories are more fun if you want more from the characters. There will also be more in the future set in between the Daemon Soul stories, and I can definitely think of one that will go at the very beginning...since it was cut from Awakening.

Next week, I'll go a little bit into the future of Daemon Soul but I'll leave you with this new artwork as a tease. Technically readers of Daemon Soul will already have heard her name mentioned...



And this one...because why the hell not:

Readers of the blog should already have some idea who this white haired woman is. This is an early drawing of her that I recently coloured...and learned that I need a better way of showing white hair as that definitely looks more silver! Good thing I've got more recent sketches to practice on!

Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn- Memories of a Rose

So here we are, Chapter 6, I'd like to say halfway through but it's probably more closer to a third or a quarter. Cleaning this up once this is completed here is going to be an interesting challenge.

Phantom Dawn Chapter Index







Chapter 6



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Chapter 6: Rest

     Rose followed the group to an unassuming house located on the far edge of the town. On the way there, she’d witnessed the squalor that people were living in. Their lives given over to what meager luxuries they could get. Even with little knowledge of the world, she knew that wasn't right. Everyone looked broken, that any dream of a better life was beyond them.
     “Its like this almost everywhere,” Neal said. “Unless you're higher up the food chain of course, like Finch and those he socialises with. They wield money like a weapon.” He let out a big sigh, aware that he was awfully close to ranting. “All because of the fortune of their birth for some of them,” he admitted.
     Kurz, who was leading the way with his friend Si on his shoulders, didn't join in on the conversation, though it was clear from the look on his face that he had a lot to say.
     “There we are,” Kurz eventually said after another long period of silence. Rose was positive that she'd heard the wind roar more then he'd spoken. The building they’d neared was as dilapidated as the rest of them, and a sand dune had started the process of swallowing it. For all intents and purposes, no one should be living here.
     “Why here?” Rose asked, wondering if there was a reasonable explanation.
     “We were evicted from the others whether Finch found us,” Neal explained, pausing only to see if the red haired girl had understood what he meant. “Really we have no proper home, not any more. We just need a place to rest, even if just for a while before we move again, and I think next time, we'll have to leave this town entirely.”
     “How often have you done that?” Rose asked.
     “A lot, we’ve been chased out of many towns, but…” Neal turned his head towards the rest of the town, and then to the land beyond it, the wasteland that he and Rose had just crossed. “We’ve helped a lot of good folk escape to new lives, so it was worth it.”
     “Would it be different if this Finch wasn’t here?” the red haired girl pressed on with her questioning.
     “Of course, I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t but…Finch is just one of the problems facing this world,” Neal answered, and it laid his own optimism low. He hadn’t been to all corners of the earth, but he’d heard enough from travellers when they had came through. Different men with different names, but all with the same occupation: Warlord.
     “Are you coming in, or are you both just standing there catching flies?” Kurz asked abruptly. He had stuck his head out of the door, having already gone in and dumped Si somewhere.
     Neal chuckled at his grandson’s rashness. He marvelled at how completely opposite he and Rose were.
     “Aye, Kruz, we’re coming. Please, can you sort some drinks out? Whatever we have left will do.”
     “Whatever,” Kruz replied, sticking his head back in.
     “The way he speaks to you? Is that normal? Is that the custom around here?” Rose enquired.
     “No, that’s just the Kurz way when he’s overthinking something. He carries the whole world on his back, or so he would have you believe from the way he goes on. He has a lot of his mother in him. Shall we get into some shelter? Even a young person such as yourself needs to rest at some point.” Neal bowed a little, gesturing for Rose to enter the building ahead of him.
     Rose didn’t know what she thought of Neal’s answer, but she went in all the same. She did feel odd but she couldn’t place if it was tiredness, or because something in her brain was itching, almost as if there was information buried within that was desperate to get out.

     Through the threshold, she saw that the inside of the house was very much what you'd have thought it looked like, everything was either covered in dust or falling apart. There had been some attempts made to repair things but even they were failing. Rose noticed that Si had been dumped unceremoniously on the worn out sofa, sleeping peacefully as if nothing had ever happened.
     “I'm going upstairs for a bit,” Kurz announced, not letting Neal say anything. “Don't bother me okay?” Without waiting for a reply, the young man disappeared off up the stairs, each step causing the building to shake a little bit.
     “Ah, Kurz…” Neal shook his head.
     “This place…” Rose wiped her hand across a nearby table, noting the dust that had transferred to her hand. She didn’t know how to finish the sentence, but she knew that it wasn't right to live in such a fashion.
     “You learn to look past it…” Neal said with a sigh. “We're all trying to survive in our own ways.” He took a seat at a nearby table, and let out all of his anxiety in one long breath. 
     “Is that what you meant outside? About Kurz?” Rose pointed awkwardly to the door, as if she was still unsure of how she was supposed to be acting.
     “In a manner of speaking, and him,” Neal nodded his head towards the sleeping form of Si. “First impressions might not be the best of course, and I can only apologise for that.”
     “I still don't understand what I'm supposed to be doing,” Rose admitted. “You talk about their first impressions, but what about me?” She looked down at her own clothes, noticing properly for the first time how damaged they were, just like the world she had found herself in.
     “You made quite the impact with Mason,” Neal allowed himself a chuckle at the thought of the big brute getting some form of comeuppance but it was momentary at best, as he knew what humiliating one of Finch's men meant in the long run. He pushed that to the side, he had long resolved to stop dwelling on the past where he could and what was done was done. Instead, he opted to look forward rather than back:
     “Rose, if you would like, why not change what you're wearing? Let's see,” Neal’s eyes darted around till he found what he was looking for, a unassuming box covered in a dirty white sheet. “Ah! If you go in there, there should be clothes in there that'll fit you. You may take what you want.”
     Rose took the sheet off and started to look through the boxes contents. The whole thing was filled to the brim with clothes of different styles and colours, a majority of them yellows and greens. A long purple short sleeved top caught her eyes. She pulled it out and took note of the tag on it, a name was written there, Joy. She thought of asking Neal about it but decided against it. Looking again, she also saw a cut down jacket that looked like it would pair well with the top, and some jeans that already appeared to have held up against the harsh conditions of the world outside. With clothes in hand, she went into another room so she could change alone. 
     When she came back into the room fully changed, she almost seemed like a new person. The clothes she was wearing now were in much better shape than her old ones and had already seen some repairs.
     “You might want to take some more out,” Neal suggested. “You can't wear the same things day in and day out! I'm glad they're seeing some use again…” Neal said softly.
     Rose complied and took out a few others, all bearing the same name inside. She set them aside, wondering if she was expected to carry them around with her forever, but Neal had anticipated that, pointing to another box that lay open.
     “In there you'll find a bag, put the clothes in there if you want. Though, I must ask, do you know what you’ll do from here?”
Rose was already picking the bag up before she even thought about responding to the question.
     “I don’t know…” she answered sadly.
     “Now before you get any ideas, I’m not kicking you out, or trying to push you away. I know you don’t remember anything about who you are or that. You’re more than welcome to stay with us. More hands are always useful.”
     “I’d like to help, if I can.” 
     Neal was startled by how quick her answer came, and Rose herself seemed at a loss to explain why or how she replied so fast. She didn’t change it though, she even smiled, as if she’d found a little part of herself.
     “Okay then, maybe until you know more about yourself. I wouldn’t like to think that me and my little group were derailing any other purpose you had. We’ll talk more about it later, till then, try to get some rest, okay?” Neal got to his feet with a groan and a creak. “I do believe that encounter with the monster has finally caught up with my body, I’m going to head upstairs for a while. The beds upstairs are on their last legs but at least they’re softer than the bare earth. Will you be okay down here? I mean, Si won’t be doing anything for another few hours at least.”
     “I’ll be okay, I’ve just…” She went silent for the moment as she pondered what she would actually be doing. The idea of rest was alien to her right now. “I’ll figure something out,” she came out with, not wanting to give Neal anything else to stress over.
     “Okay then, see you in a bit,” Neal waved as he went upstairs.
Rose looked around the room, and decided to head into the room opposite, letting Si have it to himself. There, she pulled a chair out from the table, and sat down, putting her head in her hands. She didn’t understand why there was certain things that could remember, how to speak, what to say, some of the feelings that she recognised. Nothing past that though. No name, no idea of her past. It was almost like a fully formed person was dumped in the desert. She felt like a person, and more a thing, a thing without a purpose. 
     Maybe that’s why I said yes just like that. I didn't have a purpose…She stretched out across the table so that her head rested on it. There was no attempt to relax, she could only go through the same questions again and again.

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In case you're wondering, the outfit she chose for herself is the one that she was wearing in the comic strips I drew a few years ago. Check them out here if you want a look at what it looks like.

Well, that's all for this week!

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 2 April 2025

#117 Idea of Heaven + Daemon Soul Launch

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

This week marks the monumentous occasion of the release of Daemon Soul Awakening (monumentous to me as I was convinced that it was never going to happen!) So today will be the start of a small series of articles to cover it, I'm thinking this week and next week.

Before we talk about all that though, let's dive into the newest misadventure with Brennan and Riz!

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz




Yeah...I'm not in a hurry to see what was behind that censor there, not least with those being the sound effects. A few art mishaps with this one mind, extra lines where they weren't needed, that sort of thing. More pressingly, I can’t help but wonder what that book is that Brennan is reading, those colours look oddly familiar, almost like I've seen it before...which will segue way nicely into...

Daemon Soul Awakening Launches




Yes, the 31st has come and gone, and with it, the release of Daemon Soul Awakening!

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Okay, with that out of the way...
What you want me to say more stuff?
...
There, happy now?

This has been a long time coming. Ever since thd very first version of the story was completed all those years ago, I've dreamt of the story being available to all. Didn't think the cover would look like that, but I can work with it!

I don't think there's anything left to say about the writing of it, not that I've not said (or still waiting to talk about till spoilers are allowed!) This was the first proper full length story I wrote and there was a lot of things I learned while doing it...Most of it being bad practice!

The cut content from the book will find a home at some point, especially as it does flesh out two characters antagonistic relationship (that's right, there was a full blown Serena origin story that got cut for word limit, and pacing concerns. It showed her birth as a Daemon Soul, as well as her first encounter with Gabriel). There was a lot more examples of Terry Baker's mundane life as well that were cut, giving his friends slightly more to do.

One thing I should mention is, this isn't the first Daemon Soul related story to come out. No, in fact, it's the fourth (technically) one! The very first one is related on a tangent and is actually a Phantom Dawn short story (still Rose, but not the same story you're reading via this blog, this short was more focused on Rose exploring an old library). If I recall, they book it was released in, is no longer available, so I'll have to make it readable by other means I think, so watch this space. As for where it goes in chronological order...that is a very tricky question. So, on to the next book!

Next up, and very easy to place is the story that was released as part of the Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir anthology two years ago. The story, "The Last Job" is about a detective taking on one more task. It's set in the 1980s and as such is about twenty years (or more!) before the events of Daemon Soul Awakening! A certain someone (well okay, two certain someones) puts an appearance in which cements it as being part of the overall narrative. There is even a slight tease of the future buried within.

Next, is "They Called Her Witch" from the 3rd Malarkey's Imaginomnibus collection, Hubble Bubble. On the surface, this looks like its unconnected to Daemon Soul, but the ending should put those thoughts to rest, as it's an important story, setting up a character who plays a big part in Daemon Soul Avalon (tentative title). This can be read alongside or before Awakening if you'd like.

It was only while typing out the above that I reminded myself about The Decagon Key, and the Gabriel story found within, a wholly self indulgent piece allowing him free reign to spread his misery. Problem here is that it's place in reading order is on a lot more shakg ground as the character introduced by it's ending has undergone revisions. You won't lose anything by reading it, but at the same time, you won't gain much sadly. The rest of the stories within are good mind. Well worth it for them.

Then of course there's the blog stories...there's been a fair few of them, as if I wasn't clear enough already, all Avalon and Phantom Dawn ones are connected to Daemon Soul as well, meaning there's at least 8 or 9 of them. To this end I'll do a more comprehensive list next week, as I think I've waffled on long enough.

Before I end it though, new art to commemorate the launch of the book:

Here we have Serena looking on in a windy scene.



...And in this one, we have Serena, Terry Baker, and Gabriel all sharing the image, for now at least...

Well, that'll do it for this week, check back next time for more Daemon Soul chat, and chapter 6 of Phantom Dawn!

Till then...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 26 March 2025

#116 It Isn't a Good Plan + Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn Chapter 5

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

The main event today is chapter 5 of Phantom Dawn for your reading pleasure, but that's not the only thing! I've got some new pictures that I want to share about Daemon Soul, including a character whose place in things seems fairly uncertain these days! 

But, let's check in with a certain guy and rat duo shall we?

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz



I mean, you do have to wonder where Riz was going with this, don't you? Unless Riz knows things about Pigeons we mere mortals don't. Plus given they're often called rats of the sky, there is something fitting in Riz dressing up as one. Can't at all understand why Brennan would say no to it of course (that's sarcasm, I completely understand why he said no).

Daemon Soul Awakening Update

When this blog goes live, Daemon Soul Awakening will be mere days from release (five to be exact). It's getting increasingly real that this story will be out there for people to read and I'm starting to get apprehensive about it. Will people like it? Will people want to lynch me because a certain character doesn't get the whole book to be a smug git? (He'll get his due, don't worry). Will anyone even care that it's out there? These are all questions that I'm trying to avoid.

Things will be what they'll be I'll guess.

If you want to preorder your ebook, ready for the 31st March release, then check out the links below!



I do want to share this though:



Here we see Terry Baker, the protagonist of the story, that evil looking shadowy figure behind him? Well...Don't think I can say yet! You do meet him in chapter 2 though...

So, turns out I couldn't say much about him, but I can say a bit about this guy:

This is Zero. Zero was set to appear in the original Daemon Soul book 3, in the second epilogue. Here readers were taken to an alternate dimension were Zero was the 13th Daemon Soul (basically Terry chose a different name). His name wasn't the only difference as I had chosen a different colour for his outfits, white to Cypher’s black, and his powers were also changed. If that wasn't enough, his life was fundamentally different, in that his world was post apocalyptic. Yes, he was the Daemon Soul in a world where the demons had won, and humanity struggled with survival. Zero's temperament reflected this as he became more of a commanding presence, it was him that marshalled the remains of any armed force he could find, and forged them into something that could fight back...that they in turn would see him as sort of a messiah was an unintended consequence, something that definitely didn't sit well with him. He was designed to contrast against where Cypher would have been mentally (read: broken and depressed).

However, I'm not sure he really has a place now. His original inclusion came from a drawing I did of a more worn Daemon Soul, one that battled the elements just as much as demons. I refined the idea more and more, getting close to Zero as he was above. His world was developed alongside him, but I never found a way to satisfactory merge it within the larger Daemon Soul narrative. The idea I came up with left much to be desired and has since been supplanted by newer ideas taking route when I redrafted Daemon Soul Awakening. This has left Zero (and a lot of other alternative Daemon Souls) in a precarious position of being scrubbed entirely, and I'm not sure it's a bad thing to be honest. Afterall it might be too confusing to bring in doppelgangers but then again...Zero, and by extension, his world, has a lot to offer.

In short, I don't know what to do at this moment in time...but I need to figure it out sooner rather than later.

Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn- Memories of a Rose

We're back for another chapter! Things are definitely shaping up for this story. While so far the content will be familiar to anyone who read the Comic I did (started here) we'll soon be venturing into unknown territory! Yes, the story will veer off into new grounds as it deals with Finch (Void and the twins are being saved till later...they're too important to things to truly let go).

For now, let's get on with the show.

Phantom Dawn chapter Index






Chapter 5



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Chapter 5: First Impressions

     Kurz didn’t wait for the man to say anything else, and moved to block the man with the mohawk from getting to Rose or Neal.
     “You really think a scrawny guy like you can do anything to me? Come on then, give it your best shot!” he laughed as he flexed his arms.
     “Kurz! Don’t rise to him!” Neal called out, wanting his grandson to avoid the fight that he knew was coming.
     “Stay out of this! I can handle Mason on my own. It’s about time someone put him in his place, this is the last straw for me.”
     “What’s going on here?” Rose asked politely.
     “Mason is one of Finch’s thugs, it would be best to stay out of it,” Neal advised. The memories of her fight with the monster were still fresh in his head, but he didn’t want to force her to get involved if he could help it. There was no telling what she may do to Mason, or anyone else for that matter, and he didn’t want to find out. 
     Rose turned away from Neal, and back to Kurz and Mason. She was still none the wiser on why they were fighting, but as they were squaring off against each other, she didn’t know what else to do. As far as it looked, the fight didn’t need to happen. She didn’t say anything though, she didn’t know if she should. She just watched nervously.
     Kurz started the fight off, running in at Mason preparing to throw the first punch. Mason stood firm with an impenetrable smile, his arms folded as if he knew he had nothing to fear. Kurz threw his right fist forward, reaching up to plant it into Mason’s face, and it connected perfectly, but to Kurz’s annoyance, Mason was still smiling, and without saying anything, he threw his own punch at Kurz, almost knocking him off his feet as it crashed into his head.
     “What were you hoping to do with a punch like that?” Mason laughed. “It was like getting tickled by a baby.”
     Kurz shook his head, and although he was a bit wobbly, he wasn’t going down to one punch, he had too much to prove to do that. He’d been afraid that the difference in their physical strength was going to prove to be a tough obstacle that he might not have been able to overcome, to have that proven true wasn’t a fantastic feeling, just like his head at the moment. He needed to have time to think of a different method of attack.
     Before he could, Mason wanted to press his natural advantage, lunging for Kurz and connecting with another blow, this time coming from his left, staggering the young man, and putting him on the wrong foot. Kurz tried to react with a kick, but the angle was all wrong, and it was pushed aside by Mason who followed it up with a smash from his elbow, knocking Kurz back to the wall.
     “Y-You got him on the ropes!” Si called out with a hiccup, oblivious to the fact that his friend was the one who was losing. 
Kurz wiped some of the blood away from his mouth, his lip having been cut up by the impact. He growled in anger, his sensibility telling him to back off, that there was valour in retreat, but his pride wouldn’t have that.
     “Mason!” Neal shouted, summoning the courage to step forward, he’d wanted to adhere to his grandsons wishes but it was clear, even in the first two minutes, that it was hopeless. Kurz wasn’t built the same as Mason, being leaner. “Stop this! Please.”
     “Begging for his sake?” Mason replied, grabbing hold of Kurz by the collar and lifting him off the ground a few inches, further showing their difference in strength.      “I might consider it, but it’s going to cost you, then, if you pay me more, I might not tell Finch I ran into you lot!” he laughed.
     “He’s been on my arse for ages about putting a stop to you and your little enterprise.”
     “Then why didn’t you do something sooner you arsehole?” Kurz asked, trying to pry his captor’s hands away.
     “Because you guys are harmless? You’re like those annoying flies that turn up when you want to enjoy the weather. Pests but you’re not exactly changing the world are you? I’ve still got all the power I need, Finch is still on top, and you’re barely eking out a living! All I had to do was wait a month or so, and the problem would have taken care of itself. Then, that drunken twerp there had to go and put me in a bad mood…Funny how things work out,” Mason explained, acting like he’d been the one doing them the favour.
     “What do you want me to do?” Neal asked, sighing heavily as his shoulders slumped.
     “For starters, you can empty out everyone’s pockets for me, then I’ll have to think about what comes after that,” Mason forced Kurz against the wall again with a loud thud. “I’d hurry up about it as well, I’m getting bored. 
     “Don’t you dare old man!” Kurz hissed. “We’re not giving in to this guy! I don’t care what he does to me. We’re going to keep helping people, and it’s tough luck if Finch doesn’t like that, besides, you’re not being a good attack dog are you? Not obeying your master!” Kurz tucked his legs in, and then kicked out with everything he had in him, hitting Mason hard enough to cause him to let go.
     “I’m no one’s dog!” Mason cursed as he got his breath back. Running back in, Kurz jumped up, crashing his knees into Mason’s head as he was still bowled over. Unlike the punch earlier, this had a better impact as it was Mason’s turn to be staggered. He was quick to recover though, and he shoulder barged Kurz against the wall, almost shaking the house, and started crushing him against the brick work.
     “No more mister nice guy! I’m going to break you then take all your stuff!” Mason declared, but another voice challenged him.
     “No more fighting!” Rose strode past Neal who felt powerless. He looked at her, and her sense of purpose as she went. “Let him go now!” Her words carried a weight to them that wasn’t there a few moments ago.
     “Very bold for a…” Mason’s speech left him as he turned his head to look at her. “...Dainty, precious thing.” It was almost as if someone had flicked a switch in him, he threw Kurz to the ground, letting him become nothing but an afterthought. The way he stared at her, made everyone’s skin crawl. “Long have I wandered alone through this world, with nothing but my convictions to keep my company. In you, I see a beautiful flower, bursting from the desert, to give hope,” Mason waxed poetically.
     Kurz couldn’t believe any of it, he became convinced that he must have bumped his head when the big brute threw him, there was no way that this was reality right now. 
     Even Si, in his drunken stupor, was finding the situation impossible to grasp, tilting his head like a dog trying to understand what was going on.
Mason was now standing right in front of Rose, towering over her wanting to show off his physique in a way she couldn’t miss.
     “Let me take you away from this, take you to a place where the stars bow to us. You may become my Queen, and I your King.” He reached out with his left hand, grabbing her shoulder.
     Neal’s heart was in his mouth:
     “You idiot! Get your hand off her!”
     “Shut up old man! Can’t you see me and my Queen are discussing our future here? I can tell from her silent treatment that she is completely in my power. My poetry has melted her heart,” Mason was oblivious to the way Rose’s eyes had glazed over again, and the way her hair had started to lift.
     Neal saw this, however and quickly realised what was about to happen, the very thing he was worried about.
     “Don't do it…” he said, his voice was trembling so much that it was barely audible. He envisioned the horror that she was capable of inflicting on a normal human, someone that lacked the monstrous endurance of the creatures that lurked in the wastes. His pleas fell on deaf ears as Rose grabbed Mason's hand that held her shoulder, and started crushing it, causing him to let go with a squeal. He finally looked at her face, and the expressionless glance she was giving him. With little effort, she twisted his arm around and pushed him into the side of the building, shaking it further and causing him to yell out in pain. This, in turn, made some of the other people within to come out, to see what had made one of Finch's enforcers cry out. There was some laughter when they saw that it was a girl that had just manhandled him.
     Now realising that he had an audience, Mason’s anger overtook his affection and he charged at Rose, who in turn showed no reaction. When he was an inch away from her, she prepared her right hand into a fist and then swung it forward into Mason’s stomach. The impact of the blow shook the building behind him even more, a visible series of cracks that mirrored the point of impact spread out like a spider's web. Mason stood there, he coughed once, then collapsed to the floor, fully unconscious. The same people who had been laughing were now silent in front of such a display of power. They took one look at Rose and then retreated to relative safety.
Si roused himself from his drunken position to add his comment.
     “I t-think I’m in love,” he said, slurring his words and then falling asleep once more.
Kurz said nothing as he picked himself up, he hid his surprise, as there was no two ways about it, the red haired girl had done what he couldn’t and made it look easy. He had no context for why his grandfather had been on edge the whole time, or why he look relieved when Rose hadn’t reduced Mason to a bloody pulp. He hauled Si up to his feet.
     “We should go, before someone tells Finch what happened,” Kurz suggested.
Neal heard what he said, but wasn’t focused on that, instead, he was watching Rose, as her hair flopped down, and her eyes returned to normal. It was just the same as before, when she fought off the creature.
     “It happened again didn’t it?” Rose asked Neal, she quickly looked over Mason’s prone form, and her mouth turned to a happy smile when she saw that her opponent was still breathing and looked to be in one piece. It was this smile that Mason saw as he briefly regained consciousness for a moment, looking up at her, before passing out once more
     “It did, but for now, let’s just go, we don’t want to make more of a scene then we already have.” Neal cast a nervous look around, to see if anyone else was going to approach them, but Rose’s display was enough to give anyone second thoughts.
     “But, what about him?” She motioned towards Mason, surprising Neal a little.
     “You’re concerned about him?”
     “We can’t just leave him like that, i did this to him…”
     “Finch’s men will take care of him. So please don’t worry on his behalf.”
     “If you’re sure,” Rose commented.
     “Will you two come on!” Kurz shouted, getting impatient while they talked about nothing in his eyes. “Si is pretty heavy and we should be gone!”
     Rose gave one final look at Mason and then followed Neal as he in turn followed Kurz who dragged Si along. She didn’t know where they were going, but she was starting to get a sense of the despair that lingered in this world she had woken up in. She didn’t take any enjoyment over what happened, it felt wrong to her to be using her strength, wherever that had came from, like this, but at the same time, she couldn’t have stood back and said nothing while Kurz was fighting. This was creating a mix of feelings within her that was making her sick. She had to hope that whatever followed this encounter would give her sometime to make sense of everything.

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That's everything for this week!

I'll be back to celebrate the release of Daemon Soul Awakening next week, but till then...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 19 March 2025

#115 Rat Noir + Updates 19/03/25

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

It's another one of "those" updates this week as I'm still chugging along behind the scenes with both Avalon and Phantom Dawn (I swear when I think I'm nearing the end, it just stretches further away from me!). Before we get to all that, let's check in on the Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz, which I've experimented with again today. For better or worse? Well, just take a look!

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz



Yeah, tried something new here, a noir style for the first two panels, with a little splash of colour ala Sin City. Don't think it quite worked out, but was still fun to do. I'll probably definitely try this again, and with a lot more planning behind it. Could easily be an Arc all of its own where Riz just annoys the hell out of everyone.

Also, I curse myself for that error in panel 3, that additional line in Brennan’s shoulder! Onwards and upwards as they say.

Daemon Soul Awakening

Still plenty of time to preorder your ebook copy of Daemon Soul Awakening! To point out again, there will be a physical version as well for those who love their books as real world objects!

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I've also finished the last of the Fact Files (well, last at this point in time) so here is Serena (one of my favourite characters I may add).


Note there isn't any songs listed for Serena as I've had a lot trouble choosing one that fits her. If you out there have any ideas, I'd love to hear them, so please reach out either in the comments below, or on my social media channels

Also on the Daemon Soul Awakening front, I had the pleasure of being interviewed by a good friend (Lexikonical) this past week. Check it out! While you're there, please do check out the rest of her blogs and author interviews. They're really top notch.

Still feel like I went into too much detail at the beginning but it was good fun, and I never pass up a chance to talk about this story, it's universe and all the characters that inhabit it. I could probably do a series of articles for this blog...but I may have already done that!

Definitely some fun work in progress stories there though, especially with regards to the next book (Currently called Daemon Soul Avalon) as that has seen a lot of crazy changes over the decades (I'm not crying...I'm not crying). That will have to wait though!

Will hopefully have a brand new picture to share next week that ties into the story.

Updates

So, how has the writing side being lately you may wonder?

The answer, not as much as I would have liked.

Avalon is still plodding onward, but I am reaching a moment in the fight that I've been looking forward to doing. Once this bit is done then I'm hoping it won't be too long till it's done. I just need to pull the lead out and get some serious writing done.

Phantom Dawn chapter 5 is also...there. that should be done for next week. If anyone remembers the comics I uploaded a year ago, then they might have an inkling on how the fight may play out...with the big difference being that Kurz isn't the one who’s drunk.

If you need to catch up with Phantom Dawn, click here to start reading! 

I'll leave it there for now.

Till next time...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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