Machine vs Snot-Monster

 a story for Ray Bradbury   The boy said to the machine, Tell me a story. The boy had a cold and had to stay home from school that day while his parents were at work. The machine looked after the boy. It filtered the air and regulated the temperature inside the home so that […]

Shade

Shade began life somewhere far to the northwest of the Bourne, as an ordinary wild wolf, before the Great Unweaving changed the Realm. He was the leader of a pack of wolves that hunted in the forests and tundra of the north, and at that time he had no name, nor did he have the […]

The wildman

His name is Balor Gruff. He’s nearly seven feet tall. Where he comes from, originally, is unknown. He was found by an Errantry patrol as a baby, abandoned or lost in the forest, and was brought back to Fable, where he was cared for and raised. He was given the last name of Gruff because […]

Rowen

When we first meet her in The Shadow of Malabron, Rowen is nearly fourteen years old. She has pale red hair, dark green eyes, and stands about five feet tall. Rowen lives in the city of Fable with her grandfather, Nicholas Pendrake the toymaker (and loremaster). The toymaker’s housekeeper, Edweth Little, has also looked after Rowen […]

Will Lightfoot

Will Lightfoot is a boy from our world. He has dark wavy hair, brown eyes, and stands about five foot four. His birthday is August 6th and his full name is William Joseph Lightfoot. He is the son of Jack and Rose Lightfoot. Joe is a welder and mechanic. Rose was a gardener and a […]

Nightbane

Nightbane is the collective word for beings from the shadow side of Story. They have also been called “Banefolk,” although some scholars object to the term “folk” as being too nice and neighbourly for creatures known to perpetrate acts of horrific violence. Nightbane include such familiar entities as goblins, ghouls, vampires, werewolves, some giants (not […]

On being an Alberta writer

I have a complicated relationship with the place I live. I was born in northern Alberta, I’ve lived in one place or other in the province all my life, and I don’t really see myself moving elsewhere. But I’ve always felt out of place here, to some degree. Growing up in the oil and gas […]

Jump

Waves. Standing at the edge of the red rock. They’re shouting at me. Jump. My toes at the very edge, curling over. Claw toes. Can’t see into the slip slap flashing water. Waves. Jump. The waves from the motorboat skier slapping the rock. Tow rope flash. Waves bulling in slip slap white. Wind gust. Cold. Claw. Goosebumps. Dog […]