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The Fragile Things (Synopsis)
Have you ever had a friend you'd die for? One you'd kill for?
Seventeen-year-old Jennifer Willis should have the world at her feet. Instead, she's an ex-heroin addict living in a council estate with Tony, her boyfriend and former dealer. Shunned by her family and friends, she dreams of something greater than she's been given.
Beautiful and strange, Ebony has moved in across the street. She's just lost the one person in her lonely existence to cancer. She's also a centuries-old vampire, struggling to cope with murderous outbursts and the desire to be something more.
When these two lost souls meet, an unusual friendship begins.
But with the news of Morris, Tony's sadistic best friend and drug-dealing partner being released from prison, Jennifer knows it's only a matter of time before his path of vengeance leads to her and Ebony, too.
With a cast of memorable characters, a village full of secrets, and a gripping story, The Fragile Things is
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The Fragile Things (Chapter Four)
    Ebony had been singing for the past hour. She’d started with Hush, Little Baby and had just finished with Frère Jacques. She didn’t know what possessed her to sing lullabies. Her voice sounded different too; deep and rasping and broken, like it belonged to something else. When the last words left her lips, a heavy silence took their place. The silence was horrible; it spoke of many things, things which Ebony didn’t want to acknowledge.
    But she had no choice.
    Ebony opened her eyes.
    They were lying on the floorboards, cradled into each other like lovers caught in a hail of gunfire. After attacking the young man with the power drill, she’d buried her teeth into his neck. She could still taste him, could feel that trickle of fire down her throat, burning pleasantly in her belly, extinguishing the swell of serpents. Ebony had done something
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The Fragile Things (Chapter Three)
    Jennifer limped across the platform, her clothes dishevelled and her eyes itchy and bloodshot. There was a screaming pain at the back of her throat and in a variety of other places which she didn’t want to think about.
    Shit.
    She’d had to wait half an hour for another train, but didn’t dare leave the toilets once the junkies had left. She couldn’t bare the thought of anybody else looking at her. All she wanted was to be left alone.
    Jennifer dragged her rucksack across the floor, her other hand pressed against her ribs. Her hood was up, but even so, she could practically feel everybody else watching her, could hear them muttering to themselves. A man tried to stop her. “Miss,” he said. “Are you okay? Miss?”
    She ignored him, fighting the urge to scream.
    “Come on, Jenny,” she said u
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The Fragile Things (Chapter Two)
    The subway travelled through the underground like a runaway shopping trolley, making Jennifer’s teeth rattle about in her head. There was a strange smell in the carriage, too—a garbage-sweet stench of unwashed bodies huddled together, breathing the same clammy air.
    Eau de working class failure, Jennifer thought absently, picking at the stuffing in her seat. Well, it was bloody true; all the people coming back this way had either been to the Job Centre or the Salvation Army or some other place that made you feel like slitting your wrists. She shifted about, trying to make herself as small as possible. The man sitting across from her, a homeless person judging by his wind-savaged beard and soup-stained clothing, hadn’t stopped staring at her since she’d gotten on at St George’s Cross. He started mumbling something which sounded an awful lot like the Lord’s Prayer.  
    Jen
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Based on a True Story
There are no such things as heroes or villains in this world, his father had once told him. Just people. Tony realises this is true as he watches the smoke, watches as it rises upon its haunches like some terrible thing about to swallow him whole, watches as it rubs its grey-wolf muzzle against the windowpane.
Spidey isn’t going to come crashing through that glass to save him. Superman isn’t going to appear either, blowing out the flames as if they were nothing more than candles on a birthday cake.
His heroes don’t exist anymore; they’ve died in his head.
No, if Tony wants to escape—if he wants to fucking live—it’s up to him. Only him.
Twelve-years-old and here he is making life-or-death decisions. Tony’s brain is transmitting his father’s voice again, telling him to run for all his miserable little hide is worth, but Tony’s feet have fused with the floor.  
The heat is building up, and Tony wishes that Gregory was her
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Becoming
As the earthworm emerges from her ear canal, following the blood-slick trail down her cheek, the girl can't help wishing she'd listened to family.
Her body is the feverish rush of tempered steel plunged into icy waters. She doesn't know how long she's been trapped down here for. She bases her concept of time upon the alignment of the sun, the moon. Her eyelids are heavy and even if she could open them, she'd see nothing. The smell of dirt, rich and damp, fills her nostrils. She struggles, but it's in vain. The earth is cocoon-tight around her. She pauses and then alarm shoots through her as swiftly as an arrow.
She can't breathe!
Dirt hits the back of her throat as she gasps suddenly, clogging up her windpipe and making her cough and splutter.
She had to get out of here. She has to get out of here now.
Her left hand is above her head. She squirms, hoping she's not got too far to move, hoping beyond hope that any moment now her fingers are going to crack through the surface, feel
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The Fragile Things (Chapter One)
Ebony didn't know how long she'd been here for, lying across the floorboards in the dark, like a corpse displayed upon a mortician's table. Her eyes took in nothing—not the fungus spores creeping across the ceiling or the blistered wallpaper. The atmosphere was heavy and foreboding, as if death had seeped into the very bricks and plasterboard, the flesh and bones of the building.
In a way, she supposed it had.
There was a knot of Serpents in Ebony's belly. She could feel them squirming and twisting around her innards. Her fingertips trailed across her ribcage, resting upon her stomach like a mother-to-be.
Well, not exactly.
Ebony's stomach couldn't be described as anything close to swollen. Her entire body was wasting away, shrivelling up like a discarded strip of orange peel. Because that's all I am, she thought. A skin. But theirs was a conflicted relationship; as much as the Serpents pained her, Ebony welcomed them. Wished they would devour h
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The Lady of Chains (Part Two of Five)
When she finally returned to her bedroom that night, Viola found that she wasn't in the mood to explore the tower. She hadn't even bothered to look at the light orb outside her door, which she was still curious about. She was tired and miserable and missing home far too much. But what she did discover was that Mrs Casket had returned at some point. The old woman had left her a book, The Wicked Player's Handbook and a rather nasty letter. Apparently it was Viola's fault that she had been dismissed so abruptly earlier on and whether Viola succeeded in killing the Lady of Chains or not, Mrs Casket was going to give her a 'right good clout across the head'.
Mark my words, girl, the letter said. You've got something awful coming for you and it is going to damn well knock you off your feet.  
"Oh sod off, you old trout," Viola said, ripping the note up into a dozen pieces. She went across to the desk and pulled out the knife, weighing it in her hands again. She shea
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The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)
As soon as the doors closed, Viola knew she'd be lucky if she was ever given the chance to step outside them again. The sound didn't just echo throughout the tower, but appeared to signal the ending of her old life and the beginning of an entirely different one.
"You'll have to watch this one," Mrs Casket said, holding up a frail hand speckled with age. The index finger was missing. "She bites."
Viola averted her eyes, trying to ignore the ball of apprehension growing in her belly. She gazed up at the winding staircase. Her tongue felt like a strip of dried leather and it was difficult to form words around it. "How much longer until we're there?"
Mrs Casket stopped in her tracks and raised the lantern. Her hair was pinned back and greying at the temples. In the dull light her eyes looked almost black, glittering like a beetle's shell. Viola half-expected them to scuttle around her face at any moment, disappearing between the creases of her skin.
"You doubt yourself, my girl," Mrs Caske
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Shit. I was supposed to mention this before, but then Halloween happened, and I got dragged off to a bar and well . . . adventures happened.

Anyway. The Lady of Chains and Other Stories is out now in ebook format on Amazon.
US: www.amazon.com/Lady-Chains-Oth…
UK: www.amazon.co.uk/Lady-Chains-O…

The stories in it are rigorously polished-up/edited versions of the ones currently on my DA account plus an excerpt of The Fragile Things, a horror novel I'm currently working on. If you've read 'em, loved them, hated them, thought they were so-so, please feel free to write an honest review. Seriously, I would give you a kidney if you wrote a review. I would. I'm not bloody kidding. Okay, maybe not mine.

From the Amazon website:

"Remember; you have seventy-two hours to do the deed and not a moment longer. Cut her throat and remove her heart. That, my girl, is the only way to destroy the wretched creature."

Greylock. A city supported by a network of scaffolding, bleeding rust and wheezing steam. Patrolled by an army of 'metal men'—creatures who're designed for nothing more than to kill and destroy. Nothing grows. Nothing truly lives.

The tower stands like an ice-pick, pushing through a snarl of thorns, resting upon the outskirts of Greylock. Its shadow is cast across the city like an elongated clock-hand, chipping away the hours, the days. The years. It is home to the Lady of Chains, a woman incarcerated without a sentence. A woman who almost single-handedly destroyed the world . . .

Viola, a young orphan girl, has been thrust into this nightmarish world by the devious Mrs Casket, caretaker of the tower and maid to the mysterious lady. She's been given a task which could either see her demise or be her salvation.

But who is the Lady of Chains? And why does she insist that she is connected to Viola? With the clock ticking and the metal men drawing near, Viola is about to learn that not everything is what it seems . . .

A spellbinding fantasy with elements of steampunk.

*****

INCLUDES THE SHORT STORIES;
Hansel and Gretel
Rogan and the Gargoyle
The Silent World

BONUS MATERIAL:
Also contains an preview of the up-coming horror novel, The Fragile Things.

NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER READERS

****

Also, I want to mention that fellow Deviant, D. E. M. Emrys has a new ebook available too. From Man to Man. I've read it, and it is fantastic. Really worth a read. I cannot wait for the next one. I'm defo a fan of Draven and his exploits. www.amazon.co.uk/Man-Wroge-Ele…

And big thanks to Arthur Wang for doing an excellent piece of cover art for me. You can find more of his work here: eeriebus.deviantart.com/


It's been a little while since I've been around here. Got quite a stack of messages to get through, and stories to read!



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Hello!

That's not me in the picture above, but I wish it was.

I'm a writer - or rather, I'm trying to be. I've previously reviewed films and books for a few websites and publications here and there, but decided very early on that I didn't just want to offer a critique. I wanted to create, too. I love all kinds of stories. Really. My taste in books mirrors my taste in films - I enjoy everything from The Sound of Music to Zombie Flesh-Eaters.

Anyway, I don't bite , but it would be nice to get in touch with other writers or artists, so feel free to send me a message :P

To date, I have one book published:
www.amazon.com/Lady-Chains-Oth…

I'm a massive horror movie junkie. I love the outdoors more than anything, but I still <3 my home comforts. When I'm not writing or doing my day job, I like to keep active - climbing, running, hiking, doing as many ridiculous things as possible.



“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.”

Albert Einstein
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Dark-Aires Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hope your still around writing
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Hey thanx for the FAVE, really means alot!!
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Hello! As you're a writer, I thought you might be interested. I just made this new group Try-Your-Page and it's where you post the first page (or any excerpt) of a story/novel and see if others would turn the page. Please join if you're looking for critique or just something to read. :)

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Can you post a link for the completed version of The Fragile Things? Is it on amazon?
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VShaw Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2013
Hey there!

Thanks for your comment - I should really start posting this information on my profile...

The Fragile Things is a four-part serial. Part one is currently available and can be found on Amazon: www.amazon.com/Fragile-Things-…

Part two will be available in three weeks.
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thank you very much
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You're very welcome. Thank you for enquiring :)
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Thanks for the watch! :hug:
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Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)

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