Ever since I let people know that I was going to self-publish a collection of Blaise Maximillian stories, I’ve been spending many nights staying up far too long writing. And I’m bloody loving it. Blaise is my kind of anti-hero, which is one reason why I’m enjoying it, but also because I’m able to do … Continue reading
Blaise pushed himself away from the table in order to give his stomach some extra room. Happily full of horse steak, baked potato and red wine, he was relishing the thought of the jam roly poly and custard to come. “Damned fine meal sir, thank you.” Thatcher looked just as pleased with the meal they’d … Continue reading