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A Monstrous Romance - Cover 2

A Monstrous Romance

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Literature

The van Helsing Legacy: We Shall Not Sleep - 6

December, 1919 The house was in a furore. We could hear it from several houses away, and Mr Apostol’s steps faltered. ‘That can’t be good,’ he commented. I stopped to listen. The main voice I heard was Clare’s, though I could not make out the words. Many women combined pitch with volume when trying to make themselves heard, and their voices became shrill. Clare’s did not. What she neglected in pitch, she made up in even still greater volume, and her tirade broke over us from a hundred-yard distance in the inexorable bass rumble of an approaching train. That was not the sound of her grief. The woman was

The van Helsing Legacy: We Shall Not Sleep

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No Cage for a Crow full cover

No Cage for a Crow

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The Martyr Cover

The Liminality Series

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Siren Cover - needs feedback

The Siren

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Literature

Psalmody 7 2017

Death holds no sting for the dead; the blind do not fear the dark, nor does silence weigh heavy on the deaf. My pain is a fragile thing, flimsy and foundless. I have been told to be not anxious about any little thing --- the Lord is my shield. But, God, I feel death near, and sometimes I am alone in the dark and the silence, and I fear. --- To support my writing, please visit https://www.patreon.com/mrgraham

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Lady of the South

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No Cage for a Crow full cover

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De Vampiris title page

De Vampiris

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The Vampire Slayer's Pocket Defence

Tools of the Trade

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Literature

Pomanders

She watches his back until she can't stand it any more. "You're going to be okay," she insists, her voice too loud for the space. He doesn't look at her, doesn't flinch. His fingers plunge down into the bowl, making its contents rattle as he selects one small, brown, fragrant spike and holds it up to the light. The last little clove stabs through the skin of the orange, and he drops the fruit on top of the growing mountain at his feet. Orange juice trickles away across the kitchen floor and pools by the refrigerator. There are streaks of red in it, too, from where the sharp little cloves have punctured the pads of his thumbs. Clove, they s

Short Works and Unfinished

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The General's Greatcoat

Other People's Characters, Fanart + Commissions

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Pink Ribbons

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