The Strange Tales of Peter James Martin

Wednesday, 26 August 2026

#190 Average Argument End + Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 13

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Chapter 13 of Avalon Tales is here and I bet you can't guess what happens with a title like reunion! It's a short one this week but as it's really the part that should have been included last time, but you know, these things happen. With the end of the school Holidays, I'm hoping to get back on track, especially now that we're in the final part of the story.

That aside, let's look at our favourite man and rat duo...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

As promised last week, here's the final part! I couldn't pass up on the imagery of Riz arguing with a portal. Ten issues to go though...hmmm...

Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 13

With the Blood Brothers gone for the moment, it looks like Isabelle could use a friend, or two...Will the three of them be enough to stop the demon's evil schemes?

Avalon Tales Chapter Index

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13: Reunion

Robyn and Cade had progressed quickly down the tunnels with minimal interference which was causing them both some concern. By now, they'd both assumed the enemy would know that their defences were breached and should have reacted accordingly. That the pair seemed to have the run of the place greatly alarmed Cade, who sought to voice as much:

“You know what this means, correct,” he said turning to look at Robyn. He was fighting instinct to call her by her rank.

“It's means either they don't care that we're in here as they think we're not strong enough to change what happens next, or that they want us here, which means we've walked into a trap,” Robyn said, rolling her eyes. As long as she found Isabelle, it didn't really matter what their goal was, as she was adamant the three of them could stop it, or failing that, derail it enough to deter them.

“Indeed, we can not afford to waste time right now,” Cade said as he adjusted his glasses.

“Who’s wasting time?” Robyn quipped back. “Izzy isn't going to be waiting around for us!” Making sure that her equipment was securely fastened, she started running down the corridor.

Cade let out a small sigh as he quickly followed behind her. There was no point in being stealthy now.

Isabelle didn't know exactly how long she'd remained hidden. She’d wanted to move before but couldn't, not between her own doubts and the pressure from her scar that had finally let up. Taking a big breath, she looked around, making sure that the coast was definitely clear. Where the demons had gone, she didn't know and she cursed herself for not being in the right state of mind to track them. There were four possible exits, though Isabelle could discount one of them quickly enough as they would have had to walk right next to her, which clearly they didn’t do.

Why did I feel like that? Isabelle asked herself, wanting to make sense of what had happened. She had a chance then to perform her duty but didn't do anything but cower. She shook her head, wanting to clear her mind. She'd swore she'd settle this on her own, so why couldn't she? What good was she if she couldn't do anything. With one action left to her, she slapped herself, knowing that if Robyn was there, she'd have done the deed herself. With the brief pain she was able to centre herself and got some much needed clarity. She looked at the directions open to her, wondering which way was the correct one. She had to get a message to her father somehow but she also couldn't allow the Blood Brother's to slink away to repeat this again. She had no doubt that whatever form this trap took, they'd be at the centre of it, wanting to see their revenge first hand.

Deep in thought, she felt another sensation from her scar. At first she became tense that there may have been demons in bound but the sensation didn't feel the same, as odd as it sounded, it felt kinder. Closing her eyes, the feeling was pulling her to the left, towards the doorway that seemed to lead upwards. With a final glance, she headed off in that direction, wary of what she was going to encounter there.

Robyn and Cade had found more evidence to support their thesis that the demons running this operation cared little for their presence in their nest. The pair had encountered several demons that looked physically different from the ones they previously encountered, moving rocks from one tunnel to another. Their goal seemed to be altering the layout of the base, making a seemingly preferred route. The demons only reacted to the pair when they got too close, but it can't be said they put up a fight.

Cade had stood and watched as their remains dissolved away like the rest, making quick observations in a notepad about the body structure and the alterations the demons had undergone. More evidence to him that the Blood Brothers were getting a lot of outside help with what they were planning, which meant the traitor in Avalon had to be providing a lot of resources. Robyn had been inspecting the passageway they were working to clear, as it was obvious that it played an important part in the trap to come. The only question, for her at least, was do they travel in the opposite direction, or head down that way. The device they’d been using to track Isabelle was getting less reliable the further they were going down.

“Which way then?” She asked Cade as he came to join her.

Carefully, he looked down the routes before swiftly coming to an answer.

“We head further in, as that is what the Knight Major would do.”

“Still can’t just call her Isabelle can you?”

“Now is not the time for that discussion,” He replied bluntly as he straigented his glasses.

With no reason to argue, Robyn shrugged her shoulders and the pair took the unblocked passageway.

Isabelle had also encountered those different demons, doing the same task, but from the opposite side as they were attempting to block the passage she was moving through. The creatures met the same fate with several of them not even noticing her till her blade was already mid swing. She noted herself that this was the third type of demon she’d encountered in these depths, it made her realise the scope of the operation the Blood Brothers had been planning, them and their mysterious ally. With the feeling in her scar pulling her forward, she took a quick breather and then set off again. There were so many questions that were swirling in her head about the events of that night, and she was determined to get answers to some of them at least, yet it all hinged on her surviving and foiling their designs to the best of ability.

Is it possible to do all that on my own? Maybe one of those goals at the expense of the other, is that really the choice I’m going to have to make? The sound of footsteps ahead made her focus once more as she slowed down, not wanting to walk into another demonic ambush. Her scar gave no hints that whoever was coming the other way were demonic, but who else would be down here? The grim thought of her being too late and the trap having lured the Avalon forces down to their doom had occurred to her, but she would have surely heard some signs of that, in this silence, the gunfire would have echoed like far off screams. Still, her scar pointed to no threats. She couldn’t take the chance.

The passage lacked any real hiding places, but there was a slight indent in the walls where the supporting beams went to the ceiling, so she hid herself there the best she could, then she waited as the footsteps got closer. She could tell there was something off about them judging from the times she’d encountered demons before as these weren’t as heavy, but also had a sense of urgency about them. Whoever it was wasn’t talking, or if they were, it was coming out as barely as whisper, the other thing she’d learned was that there were only two of them. If her scar had been tricked somehow, the odds were somewhat favourable as she’d done better with more against her. The footsteps seemed to slow of their own accord as they got closer, which gave Isabelle the impression that whoever it was, knew she was waiting in ambush, and were now acting accordingly, something that she herself would do. To her, both sides were now aware of each other, so a confrontation could not be avoided. While she had hoped that it wasn’t an enemy, she prepared for the alternative and with a silent count of three, she leapt out and came face to face with Robyn and Cade, who had similarly drawn their weapons preparing for a fight.

It took a second for everyone to fully figure out what the situation was, but before a smile could even cross Robyn’s face, Isabelle charged at her with a hug, surprising her.

“Izzy?” Robyn said, confused for a moment before hugging her back.

“Knight Major, I’m glad we’ve found you,” Cade said, interrupting the moment. “It is vital we speak of tonight’s events, there’s a traitor…”

“...In Avalon, yes I figured as much, but there’s more going on as well. Do either of you know what Black Knight is?”

“No? Can’t say that I have?” Robyn replied, looking confused.

Cade stood thinking, but exasperated with himself he sighed.

“No, I have not either, but that will not be for long,” he swore. “We’ll make sure to interrogate the traitor on the matter, unless that’s a pseudonym they are using to conceal their identity.”

“Possibly, but we have to act fast,” Isabelle spoke up, separating from her from her embrace with her partner. “A trap has been set for my father, and the Blood Brothers are close to springing it, we have to get word out and then deal with the threat.”

“With communications down, that may be difficult,” Cade said thinking.

“Then, we’ll just have to spring the trap ourselves,” Isabelle decided.

“You do know what that will mean, correct?” Cade asked, putting on a serious face.

“I’m aware, but to protect my father, I mean, the Lord Commander of the Realm,” Isabelle corrected herself knowing that her stalwart companion was staring at her. “I think it’s a risk we will have to take. We’re members of Avalon afterall, and this is a dire threat that can lead to greater deaths should we fail.”

“You know I’m with you till death do us part, Izzy,” Robyn said with a smile. The pair then looked to Cade.

“Given that I outrank you both, this operation lives or dies on my decision, but that said, duty calls and if this is the only way to spoil their plans, then so be it. They will not have their way,” he announced. “Lead the way, Knight Major.”

“Alone I couldn’t do it, but the three of us…” Isabelle muttered under her breath deliberately so that they wouldn’t hear it. “...Let’s do this.”

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Next Chapter (not live yet)

Well that wraps this weeks entry up. I realise I have fallen into a rut lately, one that I hope comes to an end soon, I need to do some writing that isn’t linked to this blog! Really I need to finish my rewrites of Daemon Soul 2 then work to get things back online and readable once more. Not something that's going to happen overnight, but I need to get it done.

Till next time...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 19 August 2026

#189 Average Argument

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Okay, may have jumped the gun with saying I'd try to get more to talk about as I don't have anything to talk about this time round (insert you choice of sweatdrop emoji here folks). These past few weeks have been far from relaxing with several big jobs that needed doing behind the scenes. Not to worry though, I have been able to get some writing done (remember chapter 13 drops next week, so go and read chapter 12 now!) Plus, I've still found time for a new comic for our favourite duo, so let's go and see what they're doing now!

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

I think this is probably the best of the recent bunch, and you'll have to let me know if you agree or not in the comments section. This was going to be a one and done, but after drawing this one, the perfect follow up formed in my head, and I can't say no to that kind of inspiration. Look forward to that!

Okay, so that us definitely it for today. I will definitely finish my Plot Thickens writing experiment soon, hopefully a fortnight today, but then again, I did promise that last time, so yeah. I aim to complete it though but I won't be in a hurry to replicate the experiment any time soon (unless people want me to for some reason).

Until next time...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 12 August 2026

#188 Riz's Odd Hobbies II + Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 12

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Chapter 12 of Avalon Tales is finally here!

This week has been exhausting for various reasons so please excuse me for being brief today.

The cliff notes are that I'm slowly getting my writing up and thinking of things beyond Avalon Tales. If anything will come of it, I don't know.

Before we get to the new chapter, let's check in on a certain talking rat.

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

Artwork is a bit shaky on this one so I must apologise but I did feel it was time again to see if Riz had collected more hobbies, and as you can see, that's a yes!

This strip is a sequel to this one, which came out two years (and a couple of months) ago! It's funny to think I've drawn 112 issues since then....

Fun fact: in the second panel, he was supposed to be wearing a full suit, but I ran out of time, so we'll just have to be pretend that he's trying to keep it real! Hopefully next time I come to do one of these, I'll be able to give it the attention it deserves.

Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 12

I'll apologise upfront (doing a lot of apologies today!) That this chapter is a short one and not one that I necessarily wanted to post like this. When it comes to editing, it's likely that this chapter will be merged with what’s coming next but I'm having thoughts about that, thoughts I'll share next time.

As for what's going on here, Robyn and Cade are getting closer to their quarry while Isabelle is closer to hers...but is left with more questions....

Avalon Tales Chapter Index

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12: Moving Pieces

“Did you feel that then?” Robyn asked Cade as she pulled back the string on her bow one more, readying another saviour metal tipped arrow. She took aim in one breath and let loose a shot, taking out a demon that had been sneaking up behind Cade, who had problems of his own. He controlled his breathing as he slashed through several demons in front of him, before turning back to his ally.

“I did. Whatever the demons are planning under our feet is making the ground unstable. We’ll need to proceed with caution,” he stated matter of factly, straightening his glasses.

“You don’t have to tell me that,” Robyn snapped back, before quickly putting another demon down. The pair had begun their search for Isabelle in earnest, scouring the industrial site for any traces of her, but had quickly discovered what she had before them, the warped dimensions of the area, which in turn led them to encounter the demons they quickly started fighting against. It was surreal when the fight started, as at first the pair was alone with no hint that they were in danger, then the next minute, six demons stood next to them. With no visible entry point, it was almost as if they had just popped into existence.

As abruptly as it began however, it was over as Cade pulled his sword free from the last demon's skull. Despite being on high alert, he scanned the surroundings again, wanting to find any clue as to where the monsters had appeared from, not wanting a repeat of that ambush. Due to his nature, he'd been looking for such things even in the midst of combat.

Robyn was more straight forward, if she saw a demon, she made sure to stick an arrow in it. The pair’s fighting styles were complimentary. Like him though, she feared that reinforcements could arrive at any moment, drowning them in a wave of bodies. Though, that paled in comparison to her worry for Isabelle, and the danger she was willingly putting herself in. This was one of those times where she didn’t know if she wanted to slap some sense into her, or hug her tightly.

An uneasy peace settled on the scene but neither Cade or Robyn wanted to take advantage of it. Cade, on a hunch, went over to the wall that the demons had positioned themselves in front of, touching it lightly with his sword. The first two places he did this, it didn't feel any different then the sword hitting off ordinary brick, but the third one, the sword's blade disappeared inside. He cast a look at Robyn, and wordlessly motioned towards it, making it clear what the intention was. In return, Robyn nodded back and readied her bow as the pair stepped through the wall, both intent on probing deeper into the nest.

Isabelle got her breath back under control as she was panting hard. She flicked her sword clean of the demon gore that covered it before sheathing it. She had started the fight in the corridor where she had encountered the Fisher King, but that wasn't where she ended it. More and more demons had turned up which meant she moved further and further away. Looking back at the dissolving corpses, Isabelle didn't actually take note over how many she'd killed there, thinking it must have been eight at least. She had taken a few hits but nothing that would impede her ability, certainly nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. Though, as long as she was on her own, she couldn't afford to take any risks

This new place she was in formed a T-junction, with the middle turn off being where she'd just fought her way through. That gave her two directions to travel in. Using the ache of her scar as a guide, she opted for the part that was on the incline heading down. The corridor itself looked no different than the last. She travelled down for a few minutes when the faint murmur of voices caught up to her ears. Even at this distance, she could tell that they were demonic in origin. They only got louder the further down she went, which suggested that whoever was talking was stationary, and there seemed to be two participants. From her experiences so far, the demons she'd encountered hadn’t spoke at all, not even giving the usual threats and promises of pain. Isabelle’s heart began to race as she thought about the implications.

The corridor opened into another large area not too dissimilar to where she had encountered the large black knight being earlier. This one though had shown more signs of activity with empty crates and a large variety of machines. She quickly crouched behind some machinery, wanting to confirm her suspicions about who was talking.

Ahead of her stood two humanoid figures, tall and broad. They looked to be wearing business suits, tailor made to fit their frames. Their skin had a reddish tinge to it with animalistic faces. They spoke in brutish tones.

“That twit that Black Knight saddled us with has screwed up big time,” the one on the left said.

“You actually expected them to be of use? They couldn't tell their arse from their elbow!” the other one laughed

Isabelle stopped in her tracks when she heard that name.

Black Knight? Do they mean that thing I fought or is there something else going on here? She thought to herself. Feeling a little emboldened, she crept a little closer to the pair.

“That idiot's stunt could have brought down the entire place on our heads! Plus the bitch escaped still!” The one on the left said as he cast his eyes about the place.

“Things are still in place. Our trap is still ready to be sprung.”

“Then we can get our revenge on that bastard, right? I'm itchin to get started!”

“Patience, Mardoc. I'm dying just as much as you to tear that man apart but we just have to wait.”

Isabelle peeped over her hiding spot to observe the demons. The way her scar was reacting told her that these two were of a completely different class than the others. While both demons shared certain facial features, common with most demons, a pair of obsidian coloured horns for instance. The one who had just been talking bore a large horn in the middle of his head that curved back. Trusting what she’d learned during her rigorous training, Isabelle knew he was the strongest of the pair. The other, now identified as Mardoc, was clearly weaker but only in comparison to his brother, something she didn’t know demons could even have.

“...And if the trap should fail? What then Maleagant? We gunna run away again with our tails between our legs?”

Maleagant turned to his brother and smiled before grabbing by the throat and lifting him violently into the air in a manner that even startled Isabelle.

“Are you doubting my leadership? As that would be very unwise, wouldn't it? You runt!” Maleagant effortlessly tossed him to the ground. “They may have got lucky once before but mark my words. We'll have our payment in blood. Wether it be his, or his precious daughters. Our ally within Black Knight promised us that much!” Maleagant stopped and sniffed the air.

Isabelle’s scar went into overdrive as even as she crouched down well out of sight, she felt the demon's eyes on her, and it was like nothing she'd experienced before.

Does he know I'm here? She wondered to herself. Avalon had long been aware how demons could track humans, like all predators hunting their prey, and had come up with several different methods to try and stop that from happening to their soldiers, using research gathered from other sources. Isabelle and all her comrades were bathed in these chemical concoctions to mask their presence from demonic senses. However, there was little said about if this worked further up the food chain.

After a few seconds, Isabelle bravely peered out from her hiding place and saw that while the atmosphere was tense, the mood between the Blood Brothers was more at ease, with Maleagant clearly asserting his position.

“As I said, the trap will soon be sprung, and well get what we deserve,” Maleagant spoke calmly as he straightened his jacket.

“Let's go, no sense waiting down here when the action is about to kick off.

“Yeah…What about the Fisher King then? Aren't you worried about him?” Mardoc asked.

“I hope he starts something, give us an excuse to kill him, he's Black Knight’s problem not ours. With any sense he'd fled back to his hidey hole, some legend eh?” Maleagant laughed so Mardoc laughed, before his brother hit him round the back of the head. “Now move it, otherwise we'll miss the fun, and we can't have that. Mardoc nodded hastily and then the pair left, leaving Isabelle with more questions and feeling very shaken. Her decision to try and take this on all by herself laying broken on the ground….

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Next Chapter

Well that's all!

I'm hoping my life will calm down a bit now, giving me some time to relax...Howver looking ahead, I'm doubting that!

Till next time...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 5 August 2026

#187 Riz’s Holiday Part II

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Apologies up front but the scheduled things I wanted to do, namely the third part of my Plot Thickens writing experiment, is not completed in the slightest. I'm still recovering from the holiday so I'll drop it in a fortnights time.

This means that this week is going to be a bare bones affair, but could do with a breather. In good news though, I've done a bit more writing so hopefully Chapter 12 can drop next week.

Fingers crossed!

Don't forget to check out Chapter 11 though!

Anyway, let's see how Riz’s holiday went...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

Yup, went about as well as we all thought it would! Up to you if you think he deserved it or not.

That issue number is creeping up higher and higher, though I'm definitely thinking about simpler strips for the next few weeks.

Well, that's enough waffling from me today. Check back in next week for the newest Avalon Tales Chapter (and don't forget Chapter 11!).

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 29 July 2026

#186 Riz’s Holiday Part I and Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 11

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Chapter 11 is here and live!

Isabelle is face to face with a strange man, what secrets does he hold?

There's not much else to talk about as...

I'm on holiday! Yup, I'm actually writing this a few days before this'll get posted, but there's still so much to do!

Looks like I'm not the only one going on holiday...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

Yup, Riz is going on holiday! Is it really going to turn out like his dreams though? Guess we'll find out next week...not that it'll be hard to say what the outcome is.

Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 11

Last time, Isabelle encountered a mysterious prisoner, held deep in the nest. What link does he share with the demons that have imprisoned him? Is there any secrets he's willing to share?

Read on to find out...

Avalon Tales Chapter Index

Chapter 11

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Chapter 11: The Fisher King

“W-who are you?” Isabelle asked in shock, the transition from her dream to reality had left more disorientated than she would have liked. she let her eyes wander about the person in front of her. He was sitting calmly enough, his legs folded, with chains holding him still.

“If I were to tell you my true name, that may endanger you more than you know, so just use the name they gave me, Fisher King, and I’m someone stuck in between two worlds.” In the process of answering one question, he had confused her more.

“What do you mean by that?” Isabelle walked cautiously closer, wanting to get a better look at the individual before her. Aside from her previous observations, she now noted the way he had one of his arms wrapped around his own chest, and the tell-tale sign of a blood stain on the rags that had been used to dress him. He also couldn’t seem to hold eye contact for too long, as every time their eyes met, he would hold it for a few minutes or so, before looking down or at the palm of his hand.

“That I should not be here, neither of us should be here, yet here we are,” The prisoner replied.

“I shouldn’t be here?” Isabelle raised an eyebrow at the curious way he said it. The obvious interpretation was that he meant she shouldn’t have been in the demon’s base, which was a fair point. Yet, she somehow wouldn’t believe him if he did say that was the reason. She felt odd in his presence, and it was hard for her to put a finger on exactly why. Was it the way he spoke, a tone that was alluring but also calming at the same time, or was it the aura he seemed to possess that eased the stress the mission so far had placed on her shoulders

“You know why, and I can sense the burden you are carrying. Tell me, you are here to retrieve the grail aren’t you?” The Fisher King enquired, leaving no room for any ambiguities.

“That is one of my mission parameters, yes. What do you know of the Holy Grail?” As time drew on, Isabelle felt a lot of her initial shock wearing off, she was quickly reminded that she had her mission that she should be tending to, though how best to achieve it was lost to her.

“I was dragged here because of it, my sin bearing fruit even after all these years.”

Because of it? Did you have something to do with its creation? Are you part of Avalon?”

“In a way, I was, but our paths diverged long ago. You bear their crest on your uniform, I see, then this place is not safe for you.”

“I’m not leaving until I return the grail to where it should be, and till all threats are neutralised,” Isabelle said bluntly, her scar started throbbing again, not as violently as before when she was face to face with the giant, but just enough to tell her that danger was on its way. She held a hand up to the Fisher King, to silence him while she strained her ears, hearing the far off sound of marching.

“They are making their move tonight. I hear them talking, I do not know if they say what they say to taunt me or if they do not care that I’m here,” the Fisher King stated. “They often speak of their night of vengeance on the man who humiliated them, the one who stands against their might. Every action they have taken is to serve this purpose, and more.”

Isabelle knew who he was talking about, there couldn’t have been anyone else.

“Dad,” she muttered, and realising that time was of the essence, she sharpened her line of questioning.

“Do you know where they took the Grail?” She inspected the bars in front of her more closely, noticing that when they were constructed, if you could use that word, then whoever was the architect of the cells did a lackluster job. The steel that made up the bars had been forced into place leaving stress marks all over. Clearly nothing of great strength was to be put in these cells.

“I cannot be certain, but when they brought it to me to verify, they were dragging it along the floor.” He gestured down at the ground, where scratch marks were engraved from whatever had been dragged on it. They started at the cell then ran off into the darkness of the other corridors, showing that it had been dragged away the route it came from.

“Right, you are going to come with me,” Isabelle said decisively, activating her swords cutting blade.

“I will be a burden to you,” The Fisher King removed his hand, revealing a wound in his side, even through the rags he was clad in, Isabelle could see that it was serious.

“Did they do this to you?” She asked in response.

“No, I've had this affliction for some time now, it is why I stepped back from your world.”

Isabelle thought for a moment, then recalled what Rei had told her about the Holy Grail.

“The Holy Grail, I could use that to heal you-”

“That will not work, I'm afraid,” The Fisher King interrupted. “It was not meant for me. Even if it was, that is not its purpose.”

“I can't leave you here,” Isabelle said, aware that there was demons inbound.

“You must, let me by and get yourself to safety. My place in this tale has passed.”

Isabelle turned away from him, seemingly obeying his instructions, but instead, she turned and with two slashes, cut a hole in the steel bars with the energised prototype Saviour Blade.

“You may be unable to fight, but I made an oath to protect. Leaving you here would be breaking that,” she said softly. “I still have questions for you but this isn't the time nor the place. Instead, I'll create a diversion for you, so you can get yourself to safety.”

“I made the right decision then.. “ the Fisher King said quietly to himself. His words not coming out any louder than a whisper. At first, Isabelle wasn't sure if she'd heard correctly. It was then that she realised that she'd heard his voice before.

“Your voice...” Isabelle said confused, but before her brain could connect the dots, several demons arrived, walking as stiff and robotic as all the others. Ostensibly, this cut their conversation short. Still, remembering what she had sworn, she put herself between the Fisher King and the demons. “I’ll add that to the list of questions I’ve already got for you. For now though, I’ll just have to hold onto that. My duty can not wait any longer.” Isabelle swung her sword round, goading the demons into a fight.

The Fisher King looked down in dismay, mumbling something softly as he did:

“I see, the same as it was then. You are much like her.”

Isabelle heard it and risked a glance back, only to see that the Fisher King was gone.

“Where-” She started to say, but she had a feeling he wasn't going to reappear to offer an answer so focused on the tasks at hand. These demons blocking her path were just road bumps to plow through. She charged in…

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Next Chapter

Right, that's your lot for this week!

I've got a holiday to enjoy, and I hope everyone out there is having a good time to! In the next post it'll be the third part of my Plot Thickens writing experiment, and maybe, just maybe, the hope of actually getting some writing in!

A guy can dream, can't I?

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 22 July 2026

#185 The Truth He Swears + The Plot Thickens Part 2

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

It's an in-between week, as Chapter 11 drops next week (read Chapter 10 here!) but we do have part 2 of my Plot Thickens writing experiment.

Writing has been thin on the ground but has been happening, but there's not a lot to say on that front. I fear my low mood is on the rise again...

Let's move focus though, to oue favourite duo...Wait, did Riz do the art here?

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

Yeah...Riz? Don't take this the wromg way, but your art skills suck. Don't bite me! There's a sort of a two parter Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz coming very soon, it shouldn't be overly long, only have two parts planned so far.

Keep an eye out for it!

The Plot Thickens: A Solo Scifi Tale Part 2

Time to get on with my "The Plot Thickens" experiment!

Check out the first part here!

So it's the second chapter (out of three), and as I'm doing Ghost Writer mode, the player-not-there played the following three prompts:

Towel, Captain, Throne Room.

Now, I don't necessarily have to use any of these three but, the option is there.

Then it was time to refill my hand and I drew five more cards, pulling two cards from the things, two from the places, and one from the persons deck.

The cards are:

Engineer, Galaxy, Spaceship, Fighter, Tractor Beam.

Now let's continue the story!

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Resene led me to her fighter, which she assured me her ship's engineer had upgraded fully. It wasn't long before we were in deep space, and my thoughts drifting back to cryosleep. It was then that warning sirens started blaring, and we realises we were caught in a tractor beam, a large spaceship appearing behind us. The captain of the ship started to hail us...

Meanwhile...

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Seems like Clive has got his work cut out for him! What is he going to do to get out of this situation? Well, guess we'll have to see next time!

Now, the third part should be the last due to the game's length, but I'm tempted to split it into a further two parts as there's the third chapter, and then the last chapter where I get free reign to end it. I think I'll settle it when the time comes of course.

That's it for this week, not an exciting post, but that's what happens when it's an in-between week!

Remember, chapter 11 of Avalon Tales drops next, so read last weeks chapter now to get caught up!

Till then...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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