Tuesday 23 April 2024

#68 No...Just No. + 100 Blogs and Counting

Happy 100th Blog Day Everyone!

As the the above proves, this is the 100th Blog post I've done. It's a big milestone that should have been reached sooner if life hadn't interfered. To celebrate, I've decided to go back through the archives and talk about my favourite subjects.

Before that though, let's see what the Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz have in store for us...Why do I hear copyright lawyers mobilising?

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


While they say you can't blame a guy (rat in this case) for trying, I think that, yes, here you can.

I do wish I'd put more effort into drawing the Riztubbie costume as I had done bluey-ifying Riz. Also wish I hadn't made mistakes again, some easy to spot mistakes at that. Still, a fun idea that can be added to in the future. I'd just have to think of more shows that Riz could put his stamp on...if they want it or not!

100 Blogs and Counting

10th March 2019...An auspicious day for most, but it was on this very day that I published "Hello World". Blog number 001. The publisher had suggested starting a blog as a place to put a lot of extra things I'd written for Brennan and Riz (things that were originally going to be printed in the books as additional content). This mission statement eventually widened to more writing topics that I could think of and a place to share samples of my other stories.

The title of that first blog was a reference to the infamous first lesson that many programmers learn, how to output the text "Hello World" to the screen (cout = "Hello World"; for C++).

What did I talk about in this historic first post?

Not a lot as it turned out.

It was literally three paragraphs of an introduction, but it was quickly followed up by a proper post a few days later (the shortest gap between blog posts). This second blog post, and the following two would collect the first essay that I'd hoped would have been in the print version of The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1. The format was a bit closer to what I have here but largely rough around the edges.

From then on, the topics usually followed a pattern, if a book release had just happened, there was usually a look at the folklore that inspired it, and if wasn't that point, then I'd try to fill the void with either a writing essay or a look at my old work. The first post for the latter was the debut of my Lost Writings feature, where I dredged up some old text. 

This all continued, with some bumps to the schedule till 26 September 2019, where it stopped for seven whole months.

Things restarted with an ambitious project in April 2020, when Lockdown was in effect. With more time, I decided to write a new Brennan and Riz short story, inspired by the question of what would Brennan and Riz do during Lockdown. It would be blog exclusive to boot as well. It managed four parts before the wheels fell off and the finale never got written. That was it for the blog till January 2023 when I brought everything back with the Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz.

With all that said, let's look at my Favourite Five from the past one hundred.

The following is presented in order of publication:

Folklore and Me Part III

This one is on the list because it's a couple of firsts, the first mention of Orphans War (with links to where it first appeared) and even better, to Creator Chaos! A podcast I made with some insanely talented people. No idea if the links work, but if they do, please give it a listen.

Short Story Tales

This is the first one where I did a writing essay, and provided two examples from the before times (it was thirteen years ago when I wrote that blog, it's now eighteen). Now if only I could remember the writing opportunity I spoke of!

The Music of Writing

I absolutely adore the essay in this one, even though I think I could have gone more in depth as even now, music still sways a lot of my words. My playlist is full of songs that make me want to write.

The Strange Tales of Brennan and...Zivo?

I wrote this blog to mark two years of Brennan and Riz, bringing to light the first ever incarnation of the pair, in a vastly different setting. It was great to revisit their origins and to imagine how things would have turned out, had I stuck with them.

#58 Perfect Date Guide + Short Diversions: Valentines Date

Most current blog to make it on this list. I had so much fun writing the short story attached to this one. It was nice bringing Isabelle and Robyn to a wider audience, I think it went down well enough, wasn't sure about their second featured story mind but that's the highs and lows when writing!

Really, I could have gone on and on here. There's been so much I'd forgotten till I went back into the past posts. I'm interested in seeing if some of the old links are working, particularly in Orphan's War case. I'm doubtful that I'd restart it there, as I'd already begun the process of going back over it again, trying to tighten it up. That's just another Work In Progress in the long list of many.

Will the blog make two hundred posts? Guess we'll find out in two years time, so it's certainly something to look forward to.

That's it for this week, I want to thank everyone for sticking with me after all this time and hope you'll continue to do so.

Short Diversions will be back next week so please return for that.

Till then, 

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat 

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13

Wednesday 17 April 2024

#67 Yes You Did Riz + Short Diversions: Lives in the Storm

Happy Blog Day Everyone!


Following last week's bombshell, it's back to Short Diversions this week, but I do have some Brennan and Riz related news to share, but first, let's deal with their Comic antics!


The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


Wasn't too happy with this week's strip. Made too many mistakes (especially a glaring spelling mistake...grrr) but the Riz parts came out quite well considering!

I think part of the issue was that I had no idea what I was doing when I first touched pencil to paper. I know I can do better.

Brennan and Riz Story Update

Still waiting on a date and time for when the great switcharoo will take place (see last week) but, knowing that it's imminent, I started this:


No, your eyes do not deceive you, this is the proposed story list for Brennan and Riz Volume 3! There's a few new stories here, as well as two more refugees from Harvey Duckman Presents. Plus, this will also be the first time that the Yeti in the Snow will be available in print, having spent the last six years as ebook only. 

Things could still change here, especially regarding story names as I really need to check if I'm allowed to release a story called Ghost Riders in the Sky. I'm fully prepared to change it if needs by. The word counts are using the unedited versions, so I'm expecting that to fluctuate a bit.

Oh, you noticed the '?', that's because that's story isn't finished yet, being the latest incarnation of my madness on the waves story! Yes, this news has restarted my passion for Brennan and Riz and I've made some good headway already.

Hopefully I can keep you updated on this as things progress.


VSS365 Host

From April 16th till the 30th, I will be your host for the popular #vss365 writing prompt. For those that don't know, vss stands for Very Short Story (with the 365 standing for days of the year). The writing community who use it m, are completely brilliant, and it's an honour to provide the prompt words.

If you're an Twitter/X user, feel free to join in and post your stories/poems. 


Short Diversions: Lives in the Storm

This week's short story is actually one I written a while ago that sadly never went anywhere. It's set in the Vector Unit Regen: Orphan's War universe (same as the first Short Diversions story, The Cockpit).


Please enjoy.

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Lives in the Storm

     ‘You’ll be going in hot!’ A woman’s voice roared at Jensen from the communicator inside his helmet.

     ‘I’m to provide cover for Red Fox and Silver Coyote, correct?’ he asked, feeling proud for remembering his peer’s call signs. It felt to him like he had been training for this his whole life, and not the few months it had actually been. He readied his hands on the controls, the warmth in his brain telling him he was connected to the humanoid shaped machine that encased him. He looked down on the mechanics scurrying around like ants, getting away as the platform he was on started to rise, with the orchestra of hissing steam accompanying the blaring klaxons.

     ‘Correct,’ the woman replied. ‘We’re sending out Green Ferret, and Indigo Stallion, so stick with them. Don’t chase after the enemy, simply provide covering fire for Red Fox and Silver Coyote and return to the ship. Good Luck.’

     Jensen psyched himself as the platform locked in place, with him now overlooking the turmoil in the skies as explosions dotted the horizon, black smoke tainting the sky, corrupting the clouds. His teammates didn’t say anything. Jensen, knowing that they were like him, recent recruits. Yanya and Thomas, he didn’t know their last names, and he wasn’t sure who had taken what code name. There hadn’t been any time to talk to them more, and Jensen didn’t see much point, they weren’t the people he was desperate to befriend.

     Taking a deep breath, he waited for the distinct sound of the catapult charging up, before its magnetic launchers sent him into the fray. In the moments before, he told himself why he was doing this, why he had thrown his lot in with the so called “terrorists.” 

     The catapult activated with a screech and the thunderous roar as Jensen’s Vector Unit was thrown from the air ship and sent it flying. Its boosters keeping its trajectory stable. The comrades he was supposed to be working with were just in front of him now, their machines arming their weapons, and pointing their rifles forward. The target revealing itself to be an Atlantis Empire warship, flames erupting from multiple points in it’s hull, as enemy Vector Units tried to stop two other machines. 

     Jensen knew them only as Red Fox and Silver Coyote, never daring to speak to them when he saw them on the ship, yet he knew every other detail about them, idolising their bravery, their piloting skills. It had been stories of their exploits that settled his decision to join, the despair turning to rage and then passion, spurred on by the Rebel Broadcasts that were played in defiance of the draconian Atlantis Empire.

     He watched his teammates firing into the mess of the battle, and Jensen went to do the same, till he noticed a Vector Unit flying below him, a black mirror to his own, the same model, the colours inverted. Not content with just providing cover fire, even for his heroes, a hazy daydream of grandeur played out in front of his eyes. He envisioned that this lone Vector Unit was on a mission of sabotage against the Valhallan’s own airship. The images shifted to him taking down the enemy, being hailed as a hero for a mission done gloriously. A heroic kill on his first ever mission, the mark of a rising star. It’s this act that gets him deployed along his idols, their equal. Their friend.

     ‘White Jackal! What are you doing!” The woman’s voice in his ear shouts as Jensen darted after the lone enemy. His daydream got wilder, as he’s now relaying the story to his family, their proud feelings showing on their faces, any regret they had over his life choices gone. Flying lower to the ground, Jensen was able to escape much of the black smoke that had blotted the sky. Now, he could see the enemy clearly, just as they turned and fired a shot off from their plasma lance, a strong weapon that had spelt doom for many a pilot before.

     Jensen flew into him, knocking him off balance so the lance shot helplessly into the air. With the butt of his rifle, Jensen slammed it into the red mooneye of his opponent, shattering it, but proving it wasn’t done in yet, the enemy pulled two large serrated knives, their blades glowing white with armour-melting heat. One of the knives cut through the rifle, and the other narrowly missed the cockpit. The gravity of what was happening, still hadn’t sunk in, and convinced of his own victory, Jensen pulled out his own knives from their storage on his legs, throwing away the remains of his rifle. 

     The two clashed again, using fast movement from their thrusters, they looked like roving ball lightning that kept striking each other, creating gouges in the armour and pushing the machines to their breaking point.

     Despite the carnage, Jensen still couldn’t shake the daydreams that imposed itself, now he imagined his family meeting his new best friends, Red Fox and Silver Coyote, the three of them sharing a laugh about this very encounter. It was because of this distraction that he didn’t see the incoming blade and could only react as it stuck deep into his machine’s chest. While narrowly missing Jensen himself, it did rupture several of the systems that sparked out, burning him. Shards of metal impaled him, keeping him pinned to his chair. With a free hand, he pulled off his helmet, his silver eyes, the same as all those born outside the luxury of the Domes, stained red. 

     Fuelled by rage, he attacked with new ferocity. This caught his opponent off guard, a point he didn’t waste as Jensen slashed upwards, from what would have been the groin area to the top of the shattered head. The blow had been too shallow to completely destroy the black Vector Unit, but the damage was done, and with it, the taste of victory mixing with the coppery taste of blood in Jensen’s mouth. His opponent had one last trick up his sleeve though, as it flew towards him, catching him in a bear hug. 

     Confused as to what was going on, and feeling tired the robotic voice giving a countdown took on a different meaning in his day dream delusion as his parents counted down to him blowing out the candles on a cake, just as they had been the day they were gunned down by Atlantis Empire thugs. The voice got to zero and both machines and their pilots were enveloped by a light that devoured them utterly, reuniting Jensen with those he had lost.

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     Fifteen minutes earlier...

     Jonas Drent looked around for the enemies, his blood boiling in his veins. Two Vector Units had somehow passed through their sensor nets, passed by their patrols and with one well-timed strike, had managed to take down the Empire’s Grace, a hornet class airship that should have been practically invincible if you believed all the talk about it. Jonas had known better to believe that, he wasn’t some starry-eyed kid enlisted from the Domes. Throughout all his years, he knew the truth about many of the matters that the Empire had lied about, but he continued to serve regardless. His machine was perched on the hull of the ship, explosions ripping through other areas, the flames licking at the feet of his Vector Unit, and despite being inside it, he felt the heat.

     ‘Second Captain Jonas Drent, we have new orders for you. We’re abandoning the Empire’s Grace.’ The voice belonged to Commander Fenice, who was also flying around in his own custom Vector Unit. Jonas cursed his name and the order. Given what he'd been told, it meant that they were in full retreat. Or at least, those privileged enough would be retreating. Everyone else would be expected to give their lives up to cover their escape. 

     Jonas himself had so far survived three of these events, much to the chagrin of his superiors who were getting dismayed that a “Silver”, as he was, was surviving this long. To date, no “Silver,” had gotten this far in the military chain, and it’s also why his progression was being throttled. He was the oldest 2nd captain serving, with those of a similar rank at least ten years his junior, and none of them, were born outside of the Domes or the well to do families.

     ‘Roger that,’ Jonas sighed, waiting to see what the order was, on the off chance that his fears were unfounded.

     ‘You are to cover the retreat.’

     Jonas turned the communication channel off, knowing it didn’t matter either way. The good commander was already gone from the battlefield. Jonas felt depleted, he had clawed his way into the military, to escape the drudgery of living outside the Domes. He worked past the prejudice that was forced upon him, he did every act that was asked of him. Every despicable act you could think of to do in war, he did. 

     He gave up trying to find any semblance of life in what he was doing. Till he met her, Fiona. She, like him, had done whatever she could to get away from the misery of her past life. Together, they achieved some happiness.

     Breathing heavily, Jonas felt conflicting emotions. The indoctrinated feelings in him were rousing his anger to fight against the enemy that had crippled the ship he had served on. Yet, what most would deem common sense, called him to finally take a stand for himself. 

     The Empire wouldn’t care if he died, and they certainly wouldn’t be happy if he survived again. Throwing caution to the wind, Jonas left the ship, not even bothering to say farewell to twisted metal. He flew the Vector Unit down and low to the ground, avoiding the futile battle that was being fought above. He knew the resistance group, whatever they called themselves, would call this a victory, but whatever their goal, it wouldn’t matter. The Empire had more resources, it would squash them regardless of what they tried. 

     Jonas should have been paying attention to the world around him though, as it took a moment to register the pinging of his sensors as a white Vector Unit came swooping towards him.

     Acting fast and on instinct, Jonas fired off his plasma lance, wanting to end the encounter in one blow, but it was never meant to be, as the enemy dodged it, and crashed into him. Before he could do anything, the butt of the enemy’s rifle smashed into the head of his Vector Unit, disabling the mono-eye camera. Jonas wasn’t going to let him get away with that, and relying on all the other computers, he had his Vector Unit pull out the two super-heated knives. 

     In one strike, Jonas cut through his enemy’s rifle, but he missed hitting the cockpit. The white Vector Unit, pulled out its own knives and the two engaged in a fierce close combat duel, each one trying to find an opening to strike in. Jonas didn’t want to be doing this, he wanted out of this situation, but at the same time, he was fighting for his life. Whoever he was fighting, he didn’t know or care about their motivations, he only cared about the fact they were trying to kill him. An opening presented itself, the enemy’s guard fell, and Jonas took it, slamming his knife forward into the cockpit. He was dismayed though when the white Vector Unit, now looking increasingly beaten, started a counterattack with renewed vigour, one that Jonas couldn’t compete with. 

     The culmination of this was when the opponent’s knife was slashed upwards, cutting the front of Jonas’s Vector Unit open, exposing him to the air and all the smoke. The tip of the knife had also cut into him, spelling his demise.

     Coughing up blood on his console, Jonas saw Fiona again, her hand covering his as it moved to a switch that was always intended to be a last resort. She smiled at him as he pressed it, the computer trying to put out a coherent countdown, but it didn’t matter, the glow that leaked through the cockpit from the reactor told Jonas all he needed to know. With little time left, and using the last of his machine’s strength, he wrapped his Vector Unit’s arms around the enemy, mimicking the hug that Fiona was now giving him. Even though he knew she wasn’t really there. Jonas was glad to see her one last time, hoping that he would end up wherever she did, as the Vector Unit took him and his enemy into the warm embrace of death.

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     After the battle, the Resistance group Valhalla mourned the death of one of their own, having retrieved what they could. The Atlantis Empire simply crossed Jonas’s name off a list, making it match the name next to it, Fiona Kryne. They left his remains to rot where they fell. There was always someone else to replace him. 

     Neither side saw the tragedy of what had unfolded. Such is the fate of war...

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That's it for this week!

According to my calculations (aka the little number when I look at my blog list) this is my 99th blog post. Guess I'll have to do something special for next week's 100th won't I?

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13


Wednesday 10 April 2024

#66 Not Now + Big News for Brennan and Riz

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

There has been some big developments regarding Brennan and Riz that I need to talk about today so you'll get a new short story next week but before we get into that, bring on the Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz!

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


I think what this means, is that Riz will only move when good and ready...or when something that benefits him happens. I was going to go with quite the different idea for this week's Comic, but I've put that away for a special occasion...Watch this space.

Big News For Brennan and Riz

Okay, so let me start at the very beginning as its quite integral to where things are with these stories currently.

The year is 2018, the first Brennan and Riz short story had seem publication in the Crossing the Tees 2017 book and the publisher who put the anthology together, approached me with an eye for more from the duo. I've stated before that it was this deal that led to volume 1 of The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz and the ten stories contained within. What people might not know, is...I gave up the rights of the characters to accomplish that deal.

Let me explain:

The publisher, till that point, had only published books via cooperation with the authors, the author paying for the service but fully retaining their rights. This was one of the options that was open to me...except I had no cash whatsoever. This led to option 2...The publisher wanted to try a royalty sharing approach, and I was experiment zero. The downside to this? I had to relinquish the rights to Brennan and Riz (never clarified if it was just them or all the characters that appeared like Valarie). At the time, it was an easy choice to make as I figured this was my best option to get published. Thus I signed the pair away.

I should point out that at no pomt was there any issues with this process (meant I had to turn down offers I had from other people to give them Brennan and Riz stories) as I don't think there was any danger of the publisher giving the characters to anyone else. This deal lead to A Boy and A Rat, and Volume 2.

Now, let's talk about Harvey Duckman Presents as that's the anthology series that led to everything that's happening now, and don't worry, these threads will collide fairly quickly.

The first Harvey Duckman Presents book came out around 2019 and in a matter of four years (2019-2023) there was 13 volumes published. Each one had an formerly exclusive Brennan and Riz story in them (I say formerly exclusive as ten of them were republished in Brennan and Riz Volume 2). Now as of Volume 13, the series picked up themes and there was two I'd submitted for. I blogged about the process here last year in multiple posts, and then...silence.

At the time, I just assumed that the stories were no good and they'd published without me. C'est la vie, life goes on. It wasn't until earlier this year that I checked in on them and saw that Vol 13 was indeed, the last one. 

Then last month, I received an email that, while not going into much detail, did say that they were still alive and that more information would be forthcoming...which it did a couple of weeks later. The long and the short of it was that Harvey Duckman Presents Volumes 1 - 13 are being taken off sale later this month (around April 30th). Then new volumes of Harvey Duckman would come out quarterly (with authors receiving money from submission rather than royalties...if any). Now, given the changes to HDP, I enquired about Brennan and Riz (told you the threads would collide).

They're no longer doing royalty sharing, which means future Brennan and Riz works are dead in the water based on that model. If I had the funds I could use their services with editing and cover art. Further more, the existing Brennan and Riz books will also be delisted, signalling the end of the royalty sharing deals. That won't be the end though, as at the same time, the publisher have said they'll show me how to re-publish the books using the same ISBN as they have now, but this time, it'll be under my name and all money will go to me.

That also means the rights will be back to me. So while I'll have hunt for cover art and editing services (or learn how to do them myself) it means I can finally resume work on War of the Fae and get Volume 3 out there. Not forgetting that I'll gain access to Amazon ads.


So, tldr:

- Harvey Duckman Presents returning quarterly, first two themes are post apocalyptic and Steampunk (may have a chance for the first, I think I'm out of the second) but then third theme is urban fantasy which is Brennan and Riz/Daemon Soul/Avalon Tales territory, so I'll definitely by writing something for it. They will also be putting out a newsletter that may feature older HDP stories. 

- HDP Volumes 1-13 being delisted. Want them? Get them.

- Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volumes 1 & 2, A Boy and A Rat will be delisted but will re-appear under my name. Any future Brennan and Riz stories will debut through me.

So, yeah...Going to be interesting times moving forward but I'm going to try my best, afterall, the knowledge I'll gain here, will help my self-publishing efforts with the Daemon Soul universe.

If any of this changes I'll let you all know. Hopefully you'll have some new Brennan and Riz stories in the coming future.

That's it for this week, next time I'll bring you a new short story, not idea on who yet, but there will be one.

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13

Wednesday 3 April 2024

#65 Why Did I Ask?

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

This week is my monthly look at my writing progress from the previous month (this case March) but you'll get a brand new Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz to make up for it!


Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


The last of the Easter themed Comics...till next year at least, and I think I dropped the ball here, I needed Riz’s continued monologue to be funnier. Live and learn as they say. There is some things I feel like I'm improving on, mind. I need to get more adventurous with poses to really push myself with drawing.

March Report

Three months down already...

Sadly, I haven't finished chapter 2 of Avalon Tales, it's close, so close, but I've lacked the motivation to actually finish it. Hopefully this can change but I've got a lot on in April...so we'll see. Another issue as I've said before, is my own scheduling. Mondays are when I create the comic, and Tuesdays is blog writing. Both of those are when I get the chance, which ends up being late on in the day.

That said though, I did get two short stories finished this month for the blog:

The Lights on the Green 

First Mission

If you haven't, please read them, it'd be much appreciated.

I've also started dabbling with poetry on my daily twitter/X, using the #vss365 prompt of the day. So far, I'd say its going pretty well? The poems I've done have been received okay, and it turns out that it's been therapeutic for me, given the memories I've dredged up to use for inspiration... I do have great respect for those that write poetry full time, and are able to bring out every emotion, and not negative ones like me!

It has made me want to try and do more with it but we'll see what happens.

Its just a quick roundup this month, and hopefully I can have more done to report on next month. I just have to get into a better routine!

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir 

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13

Wednesday 27 March 2024

#64 Easter Woes + Short Diversions: First Mission

Happy Blog Day Everyone!


Its Short Diversions time again, and I'm returning to the world of Avalon Tales thus week to have a peek at Isabelle and Robyn’s first encounter...Other than that, we have the first of two Easter themed Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz! Don't worry though, there's no continuity there, other than a theme.


Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

As I stated above, this is the first of two new Easter themed strips. The thought of a giant chick cchasing the pair was too good to pass up, even if it didn't quite come out like the vision in my head. The giant, sentient Easter egg however, came out perfect. Always do enjoy these minimal word strips. Let's see how next week's turns our!


Short Diversions: First Mission


Looking at the reception of the first Avalon Tales Short story is what led me to write this one (helps as well that I wasn't planning on writing up the first meeting of Robyn and Isabelle, at least not in the first Novella). It wasn't that bad a write for once, the words flowed quite easily.

Please enjoy!

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     The North Eastern Branch of Avalon was remarkably quiet. It’s hallways empty aside from admin and the guards that were on patrol. This was the calm before the storm, before there was a big operation, it was good practice to get the soldiers rested up. Isabelle wasn’t at rest though, she was sitting at her desk, open documents spread about before her, and a blank sheet of paper, awaiting the pen in her hand. Each file contained a picture and a brief report of the newest recruits to that particular branch. In accordance with the naming conventions within the organisation, they were the ‘Squires’, the lowest rank Avalon had, fitting next to the more common Knight and Knight Captain titles. Isabelle often wondered what possessed the leaders so long ago to adopt such a naming system, but it was entrenched, and as long as people knew what they were doing, it didn’t really matter. 

     Her commanding officer had put her in charge of assigning the Squires to the forthcoming operation, for many of them, this was their first live battle against the demon menace that Avalon had pledged to eradicate wherever it was found on the British Isles. It was not without risk.

     “Whatcha doing?” Robyn asked as she leaned on the doorway, looking in as Isabelle sat contemplating silently.

     “Ramona delegated the task of assigning the Squires to me… It’s not an easy thing to do,” Isabelle replied, understating the pressure on her. While they were supposed to have received the best training, and sometimes had been recruited from other military services that had encountered demonkind, the first battle was a test of wills, and sadly, one that was easily lost.

     “I remember those days,” Robyn said with a whimsical smile. She walked over to Isabelle and hugged her, offering her comfort.

     “I should hope so, it wasn’t that long ago.” 

     “Eight years…give or take. We were both eighteen…what a time.”

     Isabelle stopped at the realisation at how much time had passed.

     “That long already?” She mumbled, the words spurring memories to form, of when she was just a squire, that fateful day where she and Robyn first crossed paths…

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     The tunnel was cramped, forcing Isabelle to move far slower than she would have liked. Still, she had her orders, and she would see them to completion. Being a lowly Squire, she had been giving a reconnaissance role, to scout out some tunnels that had been found in some woods. All she had to do was sneak in, identify any threats, and retreat so the Knight squads could do their thing.

     So far, things had been quiet, in fact the tunnels could have been mistaken for relics of a by-gone age, if it wasn't for the fact they didn't exist a month prior. Isabelle stopped and looked around, using a little torch to light her way. She glanced at the map she'd been given, while the tunnels had not been mapped prior to this mission of hers, it did allow her to estimate where she currently was, and by her best guesses, she was under part of the outskirts of Manchester. Given that, she knew that the demon's lair had to be close. She found that, then it was mission accomplished.

     A far off sound changed that though, a cry, a child's cry. The way it echoed through the tunnel, told her that it wasn't coming from above, but ahead of her. She froze, working out her options in her head. Per the rules that all knights, and aspiring knights had to abide by, she would have to retreat and get in contact with whoever was leading the mission, telling them what she'd discovered. Inevitable this would have then led to her being sidelined for everything that followed. However, she had joined Avalon to protect, and there was a child who needed protection. There was a tinge in her shoulder, a sensitive spot bearing the snowflake shaped scar, a reminder of that fateful accident all those years ago. She knew what such a feeling was trying to tell her, there were demons nearby. Armed with this knowledge, she pressed onward, not blind to the potential danger she was throwing herself towards, but she kept asking herself, what would her mother do? That proved enough to fend off any wayward thoughts.

     The tunnel soon started going up at an angle, the child's cries getting louder and louder until Isabelle stealthy entered the ground floor of an industrial unit through a badly constructed opening. She darted behind a nearby steel pillar to get a good look at the situation.

     “Bosssss” a demon hissed “Is that child enough?” The demon was small for its kind, sitting kneeling in front of a larger creature that had the head of a bulk, with ears like that of a jackal.

     “Idiot! I said bring me at least four of these! I've already had to suffer the ignominy of being forced to stay here, I shouldn't suffer your stupidity as well!” The bigger demon's tongue seemed as sharp as its horns. It was this demon who was holding a small girl that was scared out of her wits. There were five smaller demons in total. All of them scurrying around, trying to avoid the bigger ones glare. Appearance wise, she recognised their more skeletal, frail frames as the more common demons that plagued the land. Their smaller size was peculiar but that didn’t matter at this point, Isabelle knew she had to get the girl to safety. Weapon wise, Isabelle wasn’t as heavily armed as she would have liked. She had a small handgun with modified rounds, and a combat knife that was meant for self defence only. She certainly didn’t have the means to kill all the demons, so she sat there trying to think what she could do.

     She had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t noticed someone behind her till they put a hand on her shoulder:

     “Tough one isn’t it?”

     Isabelle held it together enough so she didn’t jump, but was relieved to see it was a young woman dressed the same as her. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail with a red feather placed behind her ear. She gave a concerned smile, and it was clear to Isabelle that her focus was on the demons as well, particularly the big one with the child.

     “Squire?” Isabelle asked, hoping that her new friend would respond in the negative, leading to an increase in resources they could use to kill the demons.

     “Yeah, first mission…Don’t tell me you’re?”

     “The same? Yeah, so you’re going to be armed the same aren’t you.”

     “I got this,” the brown haired girl pulled a bow from a holster on her back.

     “A bow?”

     “And arrows with specially modified arrowheads, some very strong specially modified arrowheads …My younger sister made them.” 

     Isabelle didn’t know what she wanted to question first with that statement, as she felt there was a story behind both.

     “What’s your name?” she asked instead. If this was to be just the two of them, then so be it.

     “Robyn, Robyn Gouzen,” Robyn replied. “You’re Isabelle Blake, right?”

     “Guess you’ve heard all the rumours too then,” Isabelle sighed, turning back to the demons.

     “I don’t listen to things like that. Besides, I know what it’s like to have a famous dad,” Robyn got closer, putting her head near Isabelle’s. “Though all that small talk can wait till we’ve got that girl to safety.”

     “Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Isabelle admitted. Inside, she was relieved by what Robyn had said. She hadn’t been able to bond with her teammates as she would have wanted because of everything that was said about her. Her strange white hair, the fact that her father was the one in charge of Avalon. There had been so few people to reach out to her. Those that had were the Knight Master Galahad, who had taken her under his wing, and Ramona Trask who had been her trainer the year before. Now, she could add Robyn to that list.

     A friendship would have to wait though, Isabelle stared at the bow on her new friend’s back, and the beginnings of a plan started to form.

     “Okay, I think I know what we have to do, to ensure that the child is safe,” Isabelle said as she made sure her gun was loaded and ready to use.

     “You mean, you’re not doing what we’re supposed to do and get help?” Robyn raised her eyebrow.

     “That kid doesn’t have the time, and neither do we. There’s five of them, and two of us, easy odds given what I can figure out of the demons.”

     “What’s that supposed to mean?”

     “Trust me, get ready to act.” 

     “My parents told me not to trust someone I just met, but…” Robyn glanced at the demon who was now holding the child tight to his chest, with his eyes staring at her hungrily. “Guess this one time won’t hurt.” 

     “Good, You’ve got the best long range, so stay here, and I’m going to get their attention.”

     “You’re just going to waltz right up to them?” Robyn said in disbelief.

     “I said trust me didn’t I. I’m not about to die today,” Isabelle put the barrel of the gun against her face, calming her thoughts. Her eyes closed and a fraction of a second later, when they opened again, they were full of her determination. “Let’s go.”


     Robyn followed Isabelle’s lead and readied her bow as Isabelle herself went from pillar to pillar, getting closer and closer to the demons. The first part of her plan involved the art of surprise. She didn’t want her targets to see her until it was too late. At the moment, the smaller demons had started pestering the big one, wanting him to share some of his food with them, even if it was just a finger or two. The conversation made Isabelle’s skin crawl. At last though, she came to the point she’d wanted, and breathed a loud sigh of relief. In part as she was certain that the girl would be safe in a moment, and also, to get the demon’s attention. At first, there was only one demon that turned its head, the skin of it’s neck stretching as it looked. Needing better results, Isabelle stepped into the open, slamming her foot down to make an impact.

     “Who are you!” The large demon demanded to know, the smaller demons joined in with a chorus of the question.

     “I’m a Squire of Avalon, and as such, I demand you release that child to me, unharmed, right now. By Queen and Country, I swear that she is under my protection,” Isabelle had been rehearsing a speech like that ever since she was a little girl, and discovered that her own mother was a Knight of Avalon, striving to protect everyone she could. Her mother was gone now, but Isabelle made sure she was there to take up her mantle.

     “A runt like you a part of Avalon? Ha! Don’t delude yourself. You’re just another vermin who has come to die!” The demon gestured to the smaller ones who gathered round him. “You want more food? Then go and get it!” 

     At once, the smaller demons erupted into a feeding frenzy, they charged at her but Isabelle responded by calmly pulling out the handgun, and aiming the best she could. With a few controlled squeezes of the trigger, two demons fell, their heads being blown apart by the special ammunition.

     Seeing the dissolving corpses of their allies didn't dissuade them from their berserk attack, but Isabelle found her aim increasingly shaky the closer they got, and more and more wasted ammunition fell to the floor. A nerve rattling click signalled that the gun was out of bullets, and that the demons were upon her. With no sign of panic though, Isabelle reached for the combat knife and ran forward. She used the knife to knock back the demon’s clumsy strikes, as she got closer and closer to the bigger demon, who tilted its head to observe her. The creature had probably noticed that any damage the knife was doing wasn't permanent, unlike the bullets. 

     “You expected to kill us with such crap tools? I’m actually insulted!” the demon licked its lips as the smaller ones rounded on her, nipping at her heels. She was so close now, a few more feet and then it’d be over. An errant thought at the back of her mind questioned if Robyn was still standing there, waiting, or if she’d fled. She wouldn’t have blamed her, but something else told her she had nothing to worry about. One of the demons grabbed at her legs, causing her trip, another grabbed the other leg. Isbabelle slashed at their arms, trying to get some freedom, but the third one stalked around her, getting ready to pounce from behind. 

     The deluded demon eagerly anticipated the kill, and the fresh meat it was going to feast on. It howled in victory, but it was cut short as an arrow bore through its skull, and cleared through to the other side. The demon wavered as if a tree swaying in the breeze, before it fell backwards, its body already dissolving itself to nothingness. The other two demons looked around, almost forgetting Isabelle, though the sight of an ammo clip flying through the air quickly made them snap their focus back to where it should have been, but it was too late, as Isabelle had already caught the ammo clip, and reloaded. Now, at point blank range, the two demons didn’t have much they could do to avoid their fate.

     Bang-bang!

     Isabelle quickly rolled out of the way as the now remaining demon went to stand on her, still clutching the child. This wasn’t how the plan was supposed to have gone. Isabelle had assumed that, like they’d been told in training, that Robyn would have aimed for the big one in the first place. Indeed, Isabelle had been counting on that, wanting to get as close to the demon as possible in order to catch the girl as he dropped her. However, the plans had changed though, it would still have the same result. All targets eliminated.

     “So you had a friend waiting all along! Bet you think that you're clever!” The demon roared as it tried to grab Isabelle, who was trying to get to her feet. 

     “Don't you think you should be more concerned about her?” Isabelle replied, turning onto her back. As she spoke another arrow shot out, scratching the demon's shoulder as it moved to evade. He was still stubbornly clinging to the little girl, refusing to drop his prize, no matter how disappointed he'd been with her earlier. The demon eyed up the direction the arrows were coming from, having to make a decision about what to do. He narrowly avoided another arrow, this one cutting his cheek, and then he'd decided enough was enough and let out a huge roar:

     “Enough of this! I am a god amongst you pests! You are beneath me! All this effort! Why? To save this thing? Give it up! This is mine!” The demon was clearly enraged now, and it surged forward, heading to where he perceived the arrows were coming from. He demonstrated a super act of speed as he made it to the pillar, and sliced through it with his free hand. The look of surprise on his face as he realised that he's caught nothing. By now Isabelle was on her feet and running at him, she emptied the other ammo clip, but only a couple of the rounds hit him in the right leg, causing him to lower. This brought him down to the right height for Isabelle to strike with the knife, using all her force to plunge it deep enough that it got stuck.

     Looking at her with a bemused expression, the demon threw her off, leaving the knife where it'd stuck. Despite his injured leg, the demon was eager to continue the fight.

     “That the best you got?

     “No, this is all part of the plan,” Isabelle said as she got back up.

     “Plan? You planned to get beaten?

     “Not at first but I quickly got the gist.”

     “What are you on about?” 

     “Your end,” Isabelle smiled. “Or did you think that I left my knife by accident?”

     The demon stopped and looked at it the knife, still wedged in, and while the flesh was trying to heal itself, it couldn't, the foreign object keeping the wound open. 

     “I couldn't help but notice the arrowheads weren't being that effective against your skin, only nicking it at best…” Isabelle explained, walking around the demon slowly. The demon tried to do its best to watch her and keep an eye out for the next arrow, it ended up backing into the wall. 

     “How dare you!” The demon hissed, the grim realisation of why Isabelle had attacked kicked in, and with his free hand, he started trying to scratch the knife out, making an even worse mess.

     Isabelle didn't know where Robyn was going to strike from, till she saw a glimpse of a flicker of metal as the light caught the arrowhead just before it was propelled forward.

     “No, how dare you for attacking and murdering. How dare you for thinking you are above us. We are not here to serve your desires.”

     “I’ll kill you!”

     “I very much doubt that,” Isabelle replied as she took measured steps towards him. There was the distinct twang as Robyn let fly the last arrow, it soared through the air as if in slow motion, till impact. It sunk deep into the open, gaping wound, and the demon howled in pain. It finally dropped the little girl, and Isabelle was there to catch her. The demon caught hold of the arrow, and pulled out the shaft.

     “What?” He asked in confusion.

     “Should probably point out, that was an explosive one,” Robyn called out, not for the demons sake, but for Isabelle to get some space with the child.

     “Explosive?” No sooner had the demon mouthed that word, a small ringing sound rang out from the wound, and then, it exploded. The demon fell over, half of its body ruined. It coughed up black blood that practically evaporated before it even hit the ground. 

     “Nice shot,” Isabelle said to Robyn as the archer came out from her hiding place. “Impressed you hit a target that small.”

     “I could train you to do that,” Robyn replied with a smile and a wink.

     “That's a date... But, there's something I need to do first,” Isabelle pulled out her gun, and checked it one last time. She left Robyn with the young girl and went back to the demon, who was trying to crawl away.

     “Where do you think you're going?” She asked, raising the gun. The demon didn't reply, it just growled.

     “I saved one shot, just for this. For Queen and Country…” she pulled the trigger, and the demon died.


     “Do you think we're going to get in trouble for this?”Robyn asked.

     “Probably, but we saved a life, and that's all that matters to me.” Isabelle checked the little girl over, but apart from being scared witless and a few scratches, she was okay. The three of them had moved to outside the building, where they had finally called for back up. The first aiders, once they got there, would do a more thorough examination, and then return her home, if one remained. For Isabelle and Robyn though, neither of them predicted where that encounter took their lives…


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That's all for this week.

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links 

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13


Wednesday 20 March 2024

#63 Not Again + Brennan and Riz: A Case Study

Happy Blog Day Everyone!


Today, I'm going to delve into the process I use to write Brennan and Riz Tales (of all sizes, with some alterations) using last week's short story as a case study. If you have read it, I implore you to go and check it out!

Before that though, we'd better catch up with the pair in comic form!


The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


Another entry in my wordless strips and...it could be better, definitely messed up a few things in the art department (should have made the bars thicker). Still, the idea is sound, and who doesn't love the idea of Riz being put in time out within a pet carrier?


Brennan and Riz: A Case Study

So, where to start?

Like all good stories, it starts with an idea...one that I hastily scribbled in a note book, giving the idea a single sentence to sell itself. That sentence for the story last week? Five Lamps of Thornaby. I didn't have a lot to go on, but this story behind the story actually starts earlier than you'd think. You see, I actually wrote a draft up of this very idea a few years ago now. It would have been for a proposed "3rd Anthology" book of Brennan and Riz short stories. There is still plans for that book, but obviously you won't find this one in it.

I have the basis of the idea, I just need to expand it. In this case I wanted to turn it on its head and play with another idea that was churning in my mind: belief making things real. Now, I was already planning another story to use this with, a longer one (spoiler alert: still haven't written it) but this seemed like a good place to start a narrative thread. To make it work, I changed it from a real piece of folklore, to a fake one. I kept a real explanation of the Five Lamps of Thornaby that was a basis of the fake 'five death lights' of Thornaby.

When writing shorts, I'll either plot exhaustively or go at it with just the idea of where it's starting and see where I end up, going back to edit things if needs be. Seldom, I'll do bits of both, which is what I did with this story. I had a beginning, and I had a rough ending, the middle was a work in progress. Thus I went at it.

To simplify the plot, Brennan and Riz get called to deal with a couple of unusual deaths in Thornaby, revolving around the aforementioned 'Death Lights" except Brennan had never heard of them before, despite growing up in Thornaby. What followed is the duo trying to figure out how a made up piece of folklore can kill anyone before realising the truth. Knowing this, they then have to race to save the final victim and proving that seeing isn't always believing.

Sounds like a fun story right? Nope. I knew early on their was issues as the pacing was well off, and the threat practically non-existent. I pushed on, confident that I could fix things in editing but I hit another snag, u wasn't enjoying myself. The story had quickly changed into a comment on Internet culture, the idea of how a community could give life (see Slenderman for example) but the execution was flawed leading to a climax that dragged, as despite best efforts, nothing seemed in character. I finally finished it, but reading back through it some days later (always give time before you do a read through), it just wasn't very good and like other works I've talked about on this blog, it would have needed a complete redo rather than an edit. I made the (easy) decision to shelve it.


Let's flash forward to a few weeks ago when I was thinking of what short stories I could do for the blog. I had not long wrote down a new list of possible Brennan and Riz story ideas, for a proposed 4th anthology, I'd come up with a fair few ideas but found I'd put the five lamps on the list. After digging through some notes I'd made on the legend, I didn't think there would have been enough for a short story, not a decent sized one anyway. It was then that it clicked that it would be a perfect size for the blog (it didn't turn out that way, but that's the beauty of hindsight!). Using the research I crafted a small narrative, whenever I look at folklore, I have to decide the angle I take on it. Sometimes this is easy, others, not so much. With this one, it fell into the former category. As far as plot was concerned, I didn't plan further than the reason they were looking into things, deciding to 'pants' it. Evidence of this can be seen in the ending, which went darker than I would have liked, but it did fit the tone the story ended up with.

It's funny to look back and contrast the two versions, both born from the same facts but veered off in two complete different directions. Could I have fixed the other one? Maybe, would it have been worth it? No. I think I'm happy enough to allow the Lights on the Green appear as representation of one of Thornabys greatest legends.

Well, that's that. Not exactly the deep dive into my creation process but a greater look at how my weird brain works all the same.

There's another short deviations next week, and I can confirm that Isabelle and Robyn are returning for a walk down memory lane...

Till then,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13

Wednesday 13 March 2024

#62 Precautions + Short Diversions: The Lights on the Green

Happy Blog Day Everyone!


This week, it's Brennan and Riz's turn to shine in Short Diversions: The Lights on the Green!

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What's that? 

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They already get their own segment with a brand new Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz?

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Well, Riz is a greedy rat, and he did promise to bite me if I didn't post this story...

So yeah! Double Brennan and Riz goodness this week! Please enjoy!


The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


For all those Valarie fans out there (you know who you are) here's her updated appearance since last October...I never meant to leave it that long between appearances, I swear. Not quite sure her hair works at that angle though. Still, hopefully Riz won't be sticking his head into any more bags for a while.


Short Diversions: The Lights on the Green 

This was supposed to be a short, short, story but this ended up being one of the longest yet on this blog. I can't even explain why its this long other than it feels like a Brennan and Riz story that never made it to the books.

Please enjoy!

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     It was a pleasant Spring night, or what passed for it in England. I was avoiding the muddy patches of the grass while Riz sat on my head like some demented watch rat.

     “Try nd keep yaself steady ya twat!” he yelled at me, as if I was doing this on purpose. If I had been, he’d found himself stuck in the mud as I would have flipped from his lofty perch.

     “I’m still not seeing anything,” I said, choosing to take the high road and ignore his comment.

     “Well, dat means we can jus go home now nd ferget all bout der job!”

     “God, I wish you were being serious.” I didn’t want to be out here. The ‘job’ was deceptively simple. People had spotted five lights near St Peter’s church, and the council wanted me to make sure that nothing untoward was being done to the ancient building. I was a bit uneasy as there were lingering memories of a previous time I’d been called here, though that time was Riz’s fault, this one was more that we needed the money, as rent was due. However, the people we spoke to hadn’t been helpful, with very few sightings to go off. The one we were told went as follows:

     Five lights in a plus formation floating through the trees, always going in random directions. That was it. That’s all we had to go on. With those scraps, we settled on ghosts, or a form of ghostly phenomena. The majority of people would be familiar with ghosts of people, I don’t think that needs an explanation, but there were, in rare cases, the times where you would have sightings of…let’s say smaller objects. I mean like only seeing people’s hands, floating through the air. 

     We assumed that this was the case, though there was an argument to be made that it could have been a will o’ wisp, but that was discounted due to the strange formation. With a ghost hypothesis in hand, we’d prepared appropriately. This led us to this situation we were in now, and I can tell you we’d been out here for four hours already. Four hours stumbling around, our eyes darting around, trying to spot the lights or just spot the difference from the lights and kids with their mobile phones out. You can see why Riz’s declaration that we just abandon the job had so much weight, as it was looking like we’d been sent on a fool’s errand. However, as much as I wanted to do that, the thought of returning to the council, empty handed, thus getting no pay, wasn’t appealing either.

     “Dis is so annoyin!” Riz called out.

     “Look, we’ll stay for one more hour.” I sighed.

     “Wudn’t be so bad if sumit wud jus happen already!”


     Almost as if he’d been challenging it, we did spot something moving through the trees. The lights resembled more flames than what I was expecting, and didn’t look ethereal at all, which was also worrying.

     “Still think it’s a ghost?” I asked Riz.

     “I’m not pickin up on nethin ova dere, so, yeh. Get us closer nitwit!” 

     Begrudgingly, I obliged, heading towards the tree line where the lights were also slowly moving forward. From a new vantage point, I started to see a faint outline behind the lights, but no sooner had I made this discovery, they faded from view.

     “It vanished? It bloody vanished! Wat der actual bloody heck!” Riz pulled at my hair in frustration before calming down a moment later. “Wait, does dat mean we can go ‘ome now? We saw it, nd it buggered off.” 

     I was going to answer, but there was a glow to our right and the lights appeared again, but this time, they were going the opposite way. With a second chance to get a good look at the target, I focused on the outline. With how it was positioned, I think we stood behind it, and whatever it was, had the lights in front. It seemed humanoid in appearance. There were no discernible features, with everything resembling a swirling mist..

     “Riz, what’s going on here?”

     “Duh, it’s der soddin ghost! Let’s get rid of it so we can go home!” 

     “Aren’t you curious at all about this warping faceless ghost? Or the fact that all we can see ifs the floating flames?” I questioned.

     “Do we get paid more fer knowin dose things?” Riz asked in return.

     “Well, no…”

     “Dere’s ya answer den! Dere’s da target, der rune ya need is in ya pocket, blast it nd we can go…Oh, it’s bloody disappeared again!” 

     With Riz saying that, I looked around, and sure enough, the lights had disappeared. Things were tense for a few moments as we waited to see if the spirit returned, but disappointingly, we were alone again.

     “Bugga,” Riz muttered. “Ya gunna make us wait out ‘ere longa now ta see if der ghost returns aren’t ya?”

     “Sadly, I think I have to.”

     “Fer once, ya cud ‘ave sed, ‘nah, let’s go home fer a cuppa, or booze’. Dat’s wat ya shud ave sed.” 

     “If a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing right. Isn’t that what you’ve told me before?”

     “Only wen der job is worth a shed load of cash. Der council added an extra zero or two ta dat reward, nd ya wud be rite.” 

     I left a moment of silence to fall between us, before I spoke again.

     “I don’t care, we’re staying. I want to know who this is, and what is going on with them. Especially why they keep jumping around.”

     “Gawdammit, fine! We catch a cold nd itz all ya fault! Ya got it?”

     “Considering you always blame me, that’s nothing new, keep your eyes peeled,” I said, ignoring his rudeness again.

     “Wateva.”


     I think another hour passed before the ghost made its third appearance. Now, the person holding the lights was more solid looking than it had been previous. They appeared to be wearing armour, like the knights of old. His eyes were stained as if he’d seen a lifetime of hell. At first, I didn’t think that he could see us as he stared straight ahead, at a point that was beyond the trees. It was only as he walked past, did his head turn, but as abruptly as he arrived, he went to speak, but vanished before saying a word.

     “Please tell me that you believe this is odd now as well?” I turned to Riz, who was trying to look away.

     “Fine! Yeh, it’s smeggin odd! Ya happy now! Clearly der ghost is losin his focus nd can’t keep ‘imself ta getha. Probably y he’s poppin in all ova der place instead of stickin ta one path like all dose normal ones we deal wit.” 

     I waited till Riz had finished speaking before getting cocky with him.

     “Did being that helpful hurt you?”

     “No, but dis will hurt u!” 

     The little git bit my ear in revenge, which I should have seen coming as these exchanges always ended up like this. A quick plaster on my ear and I was ready to deal with the spirit. 

     There was a memory that was flickering in my mind, something I’d not thought of in a long time, but the sight of the ghost knight dredged it up. I looked back at the small building of St Peter’s church. I’d remembered my father telling me how old it was, that it’d been there since the 12th century , replacing an even older building. Part of the story he’d told me, was about a 13th century crusading knight called Robert De Thormodbi. Robert’s part in the tale revolved around how he was wounded in a fierce battle, and swore to create a shrine to St Mary should he survive. To honour his vow, he travelled to Thornaby and created it in St Peter’s Church, lighting five lamps to light it.


     Had I just encountered Robert, some seven hundred years after his last flesh and blood visit to the area? I certainly couldn’t discount the possibility. The lamps he was carrying, was he trying to get them into the church? That part I couldn’t figure out yet. I shared my thoughts with Riz, who didn’t really find anything that he could argue with, least not because he had no idea himself, and more importantly, he was wanting this job done.

     A tense half an hour wait ensured, but in the distance, the furthest away from the church the ghost had been, we saw the flickers of ethereal flames, and knew he was back.

     “Hold on Riz,” I shouted as I ran over to the spirit as fast as I could. Given how quick the spirit was at making himself disappear, I didn’t want to waste any time in getting to the bottom of this. As before, the ghost was fully visible, and he turned his head to me as we got closer. He had gone to speak, but I spoke first.

     “My name is Brennan, that’s Riz and we’re here to help you! You’re Sir Robert De Thormodbi aren’t you?” My words came out quickly, too quickly, as I was worried that he might not have understood what I was even on about. The ghost slowly nodded, it didn’t seem like it was intentional, instead coming off as recording that was being purposefully slowed.

     “The…Lights…” he said, his voice showing that same unnatural slow pace.

     “The lights? These ones?” I pointed to the ones he was carrying, wanting to try and cut any unneeded talking. Again, he nodded.

     “What are you doing with them?”

     “Need…to…relight…them…” With the ghost’s other hand, he pointed towards the church, the unfurling of his finger seemingly taking minutes instead of seconds.

     “You need to put these in there?” I was dying to ask why, as it made no sense, there was some in there, for sure, but they were normally lit by the priests as and when needed. No ghost lights required.

     “Yes…to….prevent….” those words were ominous, even Riz’s interest picked up when he heard them.

     “Prevent wat? Wat ya tryin ta say ya old coot!” Riz went to grab the ghost by the collar, but of course, fell through him.

     “Hmm…” he said from the ground. “I fink I mite know wat’s going on ‘ere, well, sorta.” 

     Taking my attention away from Sir Robert for a moment, I looked through him at Riz who was on the ground.

     “Sumit is interferin wit ‘im manifestin. It’s takin all ‘is will ta get ta dis point, nd it’s probably y he keeps jumpin from place ta place, neva gettin in dere.”

     “The…Lights….need….to…be…relit,” Sir Robert said, going forward again, but I saw him ripple, like someone dropping a stone into a pond, and with each ‘wave’ he grew more transparent. I knew he was going to disappear again soon.

     “Ideas, quickly, Riz!”

     “He keeps dis up, he won’t be able ta manifest at all…Job dun at dat point! Tho, we don’t know wat der lights are gunna prevent, jus my luck it wud be summit bad.”

     “Thanks for explaining things, but I wanted an idea to help.”

     “So, he wantz ta be ova dere, but he can’t as summit is stoppin ‘im. Clearly wateva that summit is, doesn’t want ‘im ova dere. Thus, we ave ta get ‘im ova dere. Ta do dat…Well, I do ave one idea, but ya ain’t gunna like it.”

     “Try me.” 

     “Ya gotta let ‘im possess u, it’s der only way he’s gunna get in dere.”

     I took another glance at Sir Robert, who was rapidly fading from view. I really didn’t have much of a choice at that point, and given the way Riz was nibbling on a rock, making a kind of a Rune I’d never seen before, yeah, it’d already been decided for me.

     “Please…Help….” Sir Robert’s voice fell to a whisper.

     “Rite, ‘ere we go,” Riz said putting himself between me and the ghost.

     “What happens if this fails?”

     “Den not payin der rent is der least of ya worries, ‘ere goes nuthin!” Riz crackled. He spoke that strange little language of his and Sir Robert flashed and was gone. At first I didn’t think anything had happened, till my body started moving on it’s own, and five ghost lights appeared in front of me, my outstretched hand holding them in place. 

     “Thank you,” a voice from within my own mind said. It clicked quickly that the voice belonged to Sir Robert, now talking at a normal speed.

     “You’re welcome?” It sounded to me like I said it, but my lips didn’t move.

     “Ever since I fulfilled my first vow, and lit the lamps inside this building, it has been my fate to return here, to make sure that they stay lit. I know the priests of today light them but that is not the same as what I will be doing,” Sir Robert started saying. With him being in control of my body, I wondered if it meant I could have seen into his memories, which would have gone a long way into explaining what was going on here. 

     “These are, what I have come to call them as, soul fires. Normal people won’t be able to see any difference once my work is finished.” Sir Robert was wasting no time with my body, and we were almost at the church.

     “The force that had been trying to stop me must be fooled by your strange tactic, but I doubt it will work a second time. If you are truly on the side of valour, I beseech thee to do all thou can in order to defeat it. I doubt that I can do this in future.” Everything Sir Robert was saying seemed to be cryptic, vague and purposefully lacking detail. Sadly, this was the norm for cases these days.

     “Is it this force that the lights are supposed to prevent?” I asked.

     “The lights will prevent great calamity while they are lit, but they do not last indefinitely, and the greater the pressure on them, the faster they will be extinguished.”

     Now, we were in the Church, how we got in, I don’t know as I wasn’t paying attention, instead trying to straighten everything out what I was being told. The inside of the church was small, and intimate, maybe space for fifty people at best. At the other side of the main doors was the shrine, and this was where Sir Robert, in full control of my body, strode up.

     “Is there anything you can tell me about this force? This enemy? What am I supposed to be looking out for here? I’ve got quite a lot of supernatural crap going on as it is!” 

     Sir Robert didn’t reply at first, as he was concentrating on hanging his spectral soul fires over the physical lamps, aligning them. I did feel something as he completed his task, a subtle shift and a warm feeling. The fact that I felt them was significant as it meant that Sir Robert had begun the process of returning my body over to me, his time up.

     “The enemy…is from beyond here. They have woken. I cannot see them, but I feel them, they are vast…” Sir Roberts’ words started to be stretched thin. “Thank you…again, you are…indeed a brave and…selfless knight. I pray that you…are victorious…Farewell…” 

     I couldn’t hear him anymore after that, and I had full control of my body once more. I blinked, my senses feeling a bit duller than before, and movements were sluggish at first.

     “Ya feelin betta?” Riz asked cautiously.

     “I think so? Everything seems quiet now,” I dragged my attention over to the soul fire lights that were barely visible to me. I observed the way the flames flickered and reached out to one, but felt nothing there.

     “Did he say nethin?” Riz scurried up to my shoulder. “Ya know, while he waz in yer hed?”

     “Well…” I took me a bit of time to get my thoughts in order, but I explained everything that Sir Robert had said,or rather what he tried to say. About this force that had been trying to stop im, that was apparently waking up, and wasn’t too happy. Normally, Riz is never surprised, he’s been around the block a few times, he knows everything, this news had him in silence, a contemplative silence, the sort where you would put your hand on your chin to try and work things out. He did have something to say about it in the end, a single word:

     “Shit.” 

     “That’s all you’ve got to say? Do you know what this force is? How to stop it?” I asked frantically.

     “Listen, der’s sum things ya can know bout, den dere’s otha things above ya pay grade…Dis is one of dose things. Dere’s a time nd a place ta learn, but fer now…” Riz looked awkwardly upwards at the night sky. The clouds had parted, granting us a view into the uncaring cosmos we drifted in. “Fer now…Ya jus gunna ave ta live wit wat ya know. Cuz, we ain’t ready at all fer dat fight….” 

     Riz’s words echoed around on the drive home, and for the next few days. The lady I spoke to at the council was ecstatic with the news that duly paid us. That was enough to keep Riz’s mind off the matter, and he settled back into his ways. For me though, I’d heard similar things from all sorts of places, sometimes it was from a Fae, or even other humans. I left myself go on autopilot, even ignoring Riz’s insults. Nothing was making sense, and while I was sure on some level the information would sink to the background, a comfort was taking away from me. That I knew that an ominous force was lurking around the periphery. I was left with the question of what to do now, and sadly, there was no easy answer to that…


End.

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