The Strange Tales of Peter James Martin
Wednesday, 1 April 2026
#169 The Easter Caper Part II
Wednesday, 25 March 2026
#168 The Easter Caper Part I + Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 2
Happy Blog Day Everyone!
Chapter 2 of Avalon Tales is here, and its quite a character focused piece this time round.
I realised when I finished chapter 7 off the other day that unlike my other works, I haven't head swapped at all yet (for better or worse, I'll let you decide!). Of course, there's benefits to this to allow for the readers to get close to the character in question. Drawbacks include the pain of trying to develop the rest of the cast if they aren't spending enough time with the main character, as well as some events feeling forced just for the sake of the character having to hear the exposition. In Daemon Soul I head swapped infrequently in the beginning till the mid way point when I started shifting to Serena’s viewpoint. Of course Gabriel had to get in on things as well by the end. I can safely say that Daemon Soul 2 is pretty much the same and it doesn't really work just following Cypher’s perspective.
Of course, bringing it back to Avalon Tales, Isabelle is quite rightly the main character but she won't be the only point of view, especially in the chapters where I am currently. If I do it right everything should flow naturally but we'll see if I stick the landing.
One other bit of news, I fixed my issue with a certain character popping up in the story. I'm literally about to start that chapter, but you won't get the results till about June time...Yup, I'm working that far in advance somehow.
I'm also dabbling with writing a new Brennan and Riz story for submission, but all depends if I can get the plot together for it (got the banter, but you can't just have a story around that!).
Speaking of those two though...
The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz
The first part of three is here! The stakes may seem low but to Riz, it's world ending! I mean, who would take a rat's eggs! Luckily, Brennan has solved a case or two in his time. Was planning on colouring this noir style, especially the first panel but decided against it as my rough outlines for Brennan never cane together. While we're on the subject of the art, I must apologise for today's effort, trying to get Brennan in a laid back, crossed legs on the desk, position is incredibly difficult...At least for me it was!
What clues will Brennan uncover next week that will help him crack the case? We'll see next week!
Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 2
Isabelle finds herself with a rare day off duty, but every time the phone rings, we'll learn more and more.
Dark clouds are gathering on the horizon however...
Today's little art piece is one Leo Blake, yes the current (as per the story's timeline) Lord Commander of the Realm. It's a very important title for an important person.
I should have three pieces of art accompanying Chapter 3 in a couple of weeks time, one is a character introduced back in Chapter 1 while the other is technically more important to Daemon Soul. The third picture will tie into that fact a lot...If everything is finished of course!
Avalon Tales Chapter Index
Chapter 2
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Chapter 2: Telephone Calls
The sound of a telephone woke Isabelle up. In her daze, she had no idea of the time, barely cognisant of what day it was. Her days off were few and far between. Despite Avalon using a roster system, to try and make sure that all its soldiers were well rested and combat ready, attrition and the ever changing world meant that it was common to be summoned back into action. Isabelle didn’t mind that, but Robyn made it clear that she should enjoy her free time while they had it, especially if they could share it together.
Isabelle reached out clumsily for the phone, and the fact that it was still ringing gave her a vital clue as to who was on the other end.
“Robyn, I’m up. You don’t have to worry.”
“Says you, if I hadn’t rang, or only did it once, you'd have rolled over and gone back to sleep.”
Isabelle pictured Robyn, leaning on the wall, receiver in hand. She would have likely been in the mess hall, using her free hand to play with her hair, twirling it in her pointing finger.
“Well, it is my day off, and I was working late last night.”
“And who told you not to pull that 16 hour shift? Had I not said anything, you would have pulled the full 24 hours, again.”
“I like to work.”
“That’s why I love you, but you need a proper break every now and again. Otherwise, you won’t be well rested enough to do all those mad shifts. A sleepy Izzy is a dead Izzy, as I like to say.”
“You don’t say that.”
“If it makes you listen to me, then I might just have to start saying it.”
“Would you really do that to me?”
“I could do worse, like suggesting that you;d be a perfect bodyguard for my sister.”
“Okay, that’s terrifying,” Isabelle rolled over in bed, and smiled, secretly wishing she and Robyn were having the conversation face to face. She swore that whoever did the roster acted on purpose in making them have separate days off.
“Sounds like I’ve won this one then!”
“I’ll concede, for now. After all, I have to get up and face the day. He’ll probably call later.”
“Play nice, Izzy. It does sound like he wants to try, I mean, in the least amount possible, yes, but…err…How was I going to end this sentence again?”
“I know, but it’s not that easy is it.”
“If I was there, I’d hug you now.”
“Might be a good thing you’re not here, otherwise I’d never get up.”
“True. Anyway, I need to go and relive Mike from guard duty. Catch you later, love you Izzy.”
“Love you too Robyn.” Isabelle stayed on the line till it went dead. She sighed and put the phone back to its proper place. Stretching, she got out of bed, ready to begin the day.
Soon, she was in her modest sized living room, all dressed and cleaned. The apartment she and Robyn shared wasn’t luxurious by any stretch of the word, but it did cost them more as Isabelle had wanted to make sure that it wasn’t too far away from Avalon Headquarters. That way if she was ever needed, she could be there as soon as possible. Robyn had gone along with her on this, despite wanting a bit more space between their work and private lives. It had given them nice views of the countryside, but very little in the way of storage space. The one understairs cupboard it did have, had to pull double duty with Robyn’s archery gear, and Isabelle’s little cardboard box. It was this box she pulled out of the aforementioned cupboard, taking it over to the small, two person table in the corner of the living room. She could have done anything on this day, but instead, she chose to stare at this box and contents once again. Carefully lifting the lid, she sorted through it.
This box contained everything that she’d managed to gather, information wise, about what happened to her mother. She longed for the times where she could add something, or even upgrade the tattered shoe box to something bigger. The only reason it wasn’t in a proper folder was because it was so ubiquitous, anyone coming in wouldn’t think twice. Though, it was her father that she feared would find it. She remembered it was her first time on active duty, having completed her squire training. Her father had ‘spontaneously’ decided to do an inspection of the North East Branch, and practically made a bee-line to where she was. There was small talk and a little praise, but also a big warning:
“I know this was your dream, but don’t taint it by looking into her death. There’s nothing to find there.” His words still echoed in her head. They had never spoken about it, he obviously thought the one warning had been enough. Every fibre of her being had wanted to rebel against the order the moment he uttered it. Despite being nineteen at that point, the emotions welling up inside, reduced her to that of the ten year old again. Had she no control, she would have let her dad have it, everything she’d been feeling up to then.
That never happened though.
She had been able to control herself though, just as was expected of her. She kept her cool and showed no external reaction. All those that were eavesdropping on what should have been a private conversation, commented on the lack of emotion, giving birth to the nicknames that spread out about her. Ice Princess, Ice Queen, and all the variants came from this.
Despite all that though, she never followed that advice, all she did was learn to cover her tracks first. Ramona helped a lot in this regard, taking Isabelle under her wing and showing her many tricks of the trade, some of them being how to get the information she really wanted. This was how she filled the shoe box. That was perhaps the most disappointing aspect of all this, that everything she’d uncovered, easily fit within its confined spaces.
Isabelle was about to start re-reading the earliest report on it, but the telephone caught her attention. Knowing it couldn’t be Robyn again, other options started to swirl. Was her father ringing early for once? Was it work summoning her in for an urgent mission? Was it yet another telephone survey? She carefully answered it, and before she could even speak, there came a an old voice from the other end:
“Hello dearie? Have I got the right number? I’m trying to reach my granddaughter,” the voice said, in an almost stereotypical fashion. Isabelle rolled her eyes, stifling a giggle.
“Grandma, I’m a bit old to fall for that act now,” she answered.
“Isabelle, I simply do not know what you’re talking about,” her grandmother’s voice shifted a little bit.
“Oh, I think you do. Please tell me you’re resting like we talked about before?”
“My dear, I do not ‘rest’. Besides, it is your day off is it not? Are you resting?” her grandmother's tone had shifted completely, losing the cuddliness of what most people would expect. There was a sharp wit there, waiting to strike from between the words. This is the grandmother Isabelle recognised, and why she could never be fooled. After her mothers death, Nina Hughes, her maternal grandmother raised her. She’d been a veteran of Avalon herself, having only left the service a few years before the accident. There were times, even now, that Isabelle would swear that she was still active, the things she knew and her strange movements, always gave pause.
“Where are you now?”
“If I told you I was home, I know what you would say, so it’s easier to say no, but that’s not what I called about.”
“And what did you call about?”
“To talk about you, Isabelle. Are you keeping yourself well? How is Robyn?”
“She's fine. She's at work at the moment. As for me…” Isabelle eyed the box on the table. “I'm keeping myself busy.”
“Still keeping that investigation open.”
“You know I'll never stop looking. Are you going to tell dad?”
“Oh, he's too busy to listen to a feeble old woman like me,” Nina said. Isabelle heard some murmuring on the call, someone else trying to speak to her grandmother. “We can begin in a moment, don't worry…”
“Do you need to go now?” Isabelle asked, she was curious as to what was going on in the background, but as welcoming as her grandmother was, there were still secrets she kept, and retirement was an idea she detested.
“Looks like it is, I’m sorry, Isabelle. I thought I had more time…We’ll have a proper catch up soon over some tea and cake, like the old days.”
“We will, it’s just we have to get our days in sync…” Isabelle spoke, but her words were half-hearted. If her grandmother was free, it would be herself who wouldn’t.
“Before I go, has he rang you yet?”
“No, but I know he’ll be calling later.”
“Don’t be too hard on him, I know you two have your issues.”
“Issues? I guess you could say that.”
“Isabelle, please watch your tone!” This made Isabelle stand up straight and take notice, this was her Grandmother’s, do what you’re told voice. One honed over many decades of dedicated service. “Regardless of what’s happened, or what you think has happened. Your father still loves you. He wants you to be happy, and importantly, be safe.”
Isabelle wasn’t blind to all this, it was just that, it went opposite to what she wanted. Her father wanted her to stay safe and away from Avalon, Isabelle wanted to be part of the organisation that her mother loved, she wanted to be on the front line in protecting people.
“Now…” Her grandmother continued to say. “I know what kind of person you are Isabelle, and that’s why you fight with your father so, but he is not your enemy.” There were some more muffled voices, and Nina let out a large sigh. “That’s all I can say for now, please, take care Isabelle. We’ll speak again soon.”
Before another word could be said, the call ended. Not having any other choice, Isabelle returned the telephone to the receiver, and she stared at it for some time, wanting to see when her father would call. Outside, the grey skies had taken over, and there was a low rumble in the skies. Isabelle’s gaze drifted from the phone to the window, and with no other inclination to do anything, she stared out.
The day was drawing to a close when the phone rang for the third time. Isabelle had been mulling around the flat, never quite finding anything to do. Outside the street lights were coming on, their fluorescent glow signalling the coming of night, the time when Avalon would often be at its busiest. She slowly picked up the phone, her body becoming tense. There was a small chance that it could have been Robyn, telling her that her shift had ended. However, she knew who it was likely to be, especially ringing this much later than was usually agreed upon.
“Hi Isabelle,” a distant voice said through the receiver. There was an attempt at affection there, but it was shaky and not confident of itself.
“Dad…” Isabelle herself carried the same tone. Despite this being close to a timely ritual, she still wasn’t sure what to say. She knew what she would like to say, but the thoughts of other people held her back.
“How has your week been? Is the North East Branch working out for you still?” Her father couldn’t help himself, he could view small talk through the lens of Avalon. That was his basis of comparison.
“It’s still okay, like last week when you asked me, and the week before that,” despite not telling a joke, Isabelle laughed a little nervously after talking.
“Is that so? I’m waiting on Cade’s report to come through about that branch. I would have preferred it if you had come to central with me. It’s harder work but…”
“Stop, I’m okay where I am. Besides, this is mum’s old branch. I’m walking down the halls she once walked. Just by being here, I feel like I can get closer to her, and maybe even…”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” her father’s tone changed, as did his mood. “You know my feelings about this. You can not talk to me about respecting your feelings without you respecting mine. I’ve asked you before, leave your mother’s death alone. I wasted years of your life chasing after it. It’s better off left now. I don’t want to see you doing my mistakes all over again.”
“No, that’s not fair! I need to know what happened. She was my mother, and I need to know the full story. If you’d just help me…”
“ISABELLE, NO!” her father roared down the phone, almost making her drop it. “I’ve said to leave it, and I expect you to do as I say!”
Isabelle began to tear up as she listened.
Realising that his tone was too harsh, Leo let out a heavy sigh.
“I’m sorry for shouting…Look, we’ll try again next week. Give us both time to cool off.”
“Oh…Okay. We’ll try again then,” Isabelle repeated what he said, as if the clock had reversed and she was that young girl at the funeral again, lost and aimless.
“Goodbye Isabelle…” Leo paused for a moment, there was a sound like he was going to say something else, but then he hung up.
Isabelle kept the receiver to her ear for a few minutes, listening to the tone, knowing that nothing had changed…
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Next Chapter (not live yet)
Feels like I've talked a lot this week! But it is time to get back to writing, how far will I get before the next blog? Only one way to find out!
Till next time,
Keep on writing!
Peter James Martin
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Wednesday, 18 March 2026
#167 Battle of Words Part 2
Wednesday, 11 March 2026
#166 Battle of Words Part 1 + Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Chapter 1
Wednesday, 4 March 2026
#165 Has To Be Done
Happy Blog Day Everyone!
I debated with myself if I should move Avalon Tales to a weekly schedule (on account of actually being some ways ahead, a rarity!) but, I've decided to stick to fortnightly for now, lest I catch up to myself and stress out. I mean, that'll probably happen anyway, but, what you going to do?
In other news, I've been writing a fair bit at the moment, mostly Avalon Tales of course, but it still counts. In the process of doing this though, I had to actually sit down and work out some details, mainly character ages. See, really, in totality, Avalon Tales covers four periods of Isabelle’s life, starting when she was 10 years old in last weeks prologue. Then from next weeks chapter onwards, that'll flash forward a full fourteen years (I feel like I've linked to it a lot recently, but there is a short story set in the midst of that skip). Each Novella after that would then skip three years till a final jump of three years between the final Novella and Daemon Soul 2. This is where the choice to add a year in between the two Daemon Soul stories came to haunt me. See, it's not so much that the Avalon Characters are a year older, but that gap suddenly means that they're twiddling their thumbs because I wanted a Christmas story.
Yeah, I haven't sorted that out yet because I'm generally unsure of what to do. Narratively speaking, Avalon will not be biding time...Every time I think I've made a choice to make matters easier, I've only gone and made it more complicated! Of course, I can just switch the plot over to Avalon but it may hew too close to what's going to happen in the second Novella anyway...Why do I do this to myself?
Still, on the positive, all the main players now have their ages (and rough birthday months) jotted down, and this even trickles down to an important Daemon Soul character, who that is? You'll find out in a couple of weeks!
Also planning to getting a couple more drawings done for next week. If possible I'd like to do headshots for important characters as they're introduced, time permitting.
Enough waffling there, let's check in with our favourite duo shall we?
The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz
Judging by that last panel, I don't think Brennan went far enough. He better start thinking of a new place, maybe one in a warmer climate, or maybe, he just needs a cat.
I realise now that this strip is very similar to this strip, just with the characters reversed, a good thing, or a bad thing? I'll let you decide.
Okay, somehow I talked for a lot longer than I normally do on these in-between posts, will that become a trend? We'll see...
Till next time...
Keep on writing!
Peter James Martin
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Wednesday, 25 February 2026
#164 A Real Page Turner + Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Prologue
Happy Blog Day Everyone!
A new novella starts serialisation today! That's right I'm sharing something that I've been working on and off for a number of years now.
That story is...Avalon Tales! Long term readers of this blog might recognise that name. Really excited to share this one as its also giving me the necessary kick to get writing again. I'm currently a few chapters ahead and hopefully I can keep that momentum. Scroll down to get the prologue and an imaginary book cover!
Before we can get to that though, let's see what Riz is upto, as he's found a book as well...
The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz
That's a...uhh...interesting book Riz has there. I don't think I'd want to see that one adapted!
Short Diversions: Avalon Tales Prologue
Here is, the start of a whole new story (one that doesn't require reading Daemon Soul or the other Avalon short stories, but can give you an extra bit of fun if you have)!
I'll admit up front that the early chapters might be slow, but that will definitely change once we get into the thick of things...Aside from the first chapter, which we'll see next time.
Chapter Index
Prologue
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Prologue: The Girl With The White Hair
All she could smell was burning, a fire raging around her. She looked in the broken glass that had been a car's wing mirror and stared as her brown hair turned snow white, as though the colour was being drained out. It contrasted with the baleful reds and dancing oranges that surrounded her. She went to move but her body was wracked with pain. Then, the flames seemed to part, and an ethereal arm reached out for her, there she caught a glimpse of a face and ten year old Isabelle screamed. She screamed and cried out till she felt a hand on her shoulder, and the tumultuous flames died out in the rain, as the little girl remembered where she really was. She looked up to the heavens that seemed to be crying for her.
The hand that was on her shoulder belonged to her grandmother, Nina Hughes. To most that would casually look at her, Nina was a humble looking sixty year old woman, yet all in attendance knew who she really was and the authority she spoke with. Isabelle herself had seen every facet of her personality, and knew when to be afraid to test her boundaries, yet, she looked on in awe as everyone else at the funeral gave her reverence. This wasn’t just the burial of Isabelle’s mother, but Nina’s daughter. The pair connected in their loss. Nina had an umbrella carefully placed to block out as much as the rain as she could, but droplets still snuck past, and they fell on Isabelle, and her snow white hair, magnifying the distress she felt.
“It always rains at funerals, it shows that those above empathise with those below,” Nina said, though her words lacked the conviction they may have once had. Clearly, she was saying it for the benefit of Isabelle, for what purpose wasn’t clear. They stood next to a mound of freshly covered dirt, the name on the tombstone read Diana Blake. This was Isabelle’s mother’s funeral. Wanting to avoid looking at the reminder that her mum was gone and never coming back, she turned to the right and saw her father, Leo Blake, talking with a group of men, one of which was her uncle. The others, she recognised some of them from previous encounters, meetings watched from between bannisters on the stairs. Her father’s face was stern, and his expression unchanging, even when he turned to face his daughter and mother in law.
His colleagues parted and he walked over to where Isabelle and Granny Hughes were standing.
“Nina, can you please look after her tonight, probably tomorrow night as well,” he said. His voice had changed since that day, he was cold and indifferent. Even when he was looking at her, he seemed to be focusing on elsewhere.
“Leo!” Nina snapped. “I know how important this moment is, but your daughter needs you! She was in that accident too!”
“Nina, this is hard for me as well! However, I have a duty now. Thanks to Gerrad’s actions, Avalon is in disarray, and it’s fallen on me to put it back together, to reunify it, and make it stronger.” Leo spat when he said that name, a new quirk that Isabelle had never seen before, especially since that name was a familiar one that crept into other conversations.
As they had been talking, some other people had walked up to them. While the other guests at the Funeral had been wearing the appropriate attire for such an event, these however, wore grey military style clothing, but with a more regal feel. There were six in total, three men and three women. All of them had the same white sword symbol on their shoulder. Isabelle had learned what that symbol meant at a young age. Avalon. While it wouldn’t be for a few years yet where she’d learn everything, she knew from what she’d overheard that they were the protectors of the realm. Her childish idealism was born from the adoration of her mother, who wore the symbol with pride, even to the end.
A swirl of fire erupted around Isabelle at that moment, as the nightmare took hold again, her granny and father disappearing into the smoke, and she was crawling forward again, that copper taste stinging her mouth. Ahead of her, as she moved each painful inch, she saw her mother, battered and bloody, with an ornate sword in her hand. She was facing down a monster of black fire, multiple arms reaching out to claim a victim.
“Isabelle! Diana!” Her father’s cries echoed, and someone from behind dragged her up, and she saw that melancholy face with those blue eyes. There was kindness but also repentance…
“Isabelle!” Nina shouted harshly, snapping Isabelle free from the memory. Her voice lessened when the young girl looked up. “You were there again, weren’t you?” Without a hesitation Nina pulled her granddaughter in close, hugging her, as if that was enough to push away the nightmares.
“Where’s daddy?” Isabelle cried out, “Where’s mommy! I want them back! I want them both back!”
There wasn’t anything Nina could say to make it better. The group of people had whisked Leo away, and now, Isabelle and Nina were the only ones left in the graveyard.
“Let’s go home,” Nina finally said.
“Granny...Can you tell me about mommy? Tell me what she was like?”
“Of course! I’ll tell you everything about her. She’ll never die if we keep talking about her.”
Granny Nina’s words comforted Isabelle a little, but it would only serve to keep a flame of ambition alive. Along with the nightmare that was from the day she lost her mother there was another memory, a more blissful one.
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Isabelle sat on her parents bed, watching her mum get ready for work, that sword symbol on her shoulder. Diana was brushing her hair when she noticed her daughter’s intense gaze.
“What’s wrong Izzy?”
“Nothing! Mummy? Can I ask you something?” Isabelle asked in that curious way kids do, where they’re fighting a battle between nerves and curiosity.
“You can ask me anything, Izzy. If I know the answer is a different matter!” Diana laughed, eliminating all of Isabelle’s nerves.
“Mummy! I want to be like you! I want to save people! Like you do!” Isabelle leapt on the bed, shouting at the top of her lungs.
“How do you know I save people?”
“You’re my mom! You wouldn’t be a bad guy!” Isabelle jumped off the bed and into her mother’s waiting arms.
“So what’s your question then?”
“How can I be like you? I want to join Avalon! I want to be a hero too!”
“Joining Avalon is a good start! But it’s not easy, and it’s very, very dangerous. I work to protect you and every other child, family out there,” Diana explained, putting her daughter on the floor, staring her in the face, but gently smiling all the time.
“I want to protect everyone too!” Isabelle shouted.
“I know you want to...” Diana hugged her, and it was that feeling that Isabelle wanted more than anything right now.
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Going forward, I'm hoping to keep to the fortnightly schedule I had with Phantom Dawn. Will this year go smoother than last time? Only one way to find out!
Till next time...
Keep on writing!
Peter James Martin
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