Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Where Is Den?

The concluding part of The Erebus Sequence is released this January, on the 21st no less. I’m doing a couple of events to celebrate the publication of The Girl on the Liar’s Throne. And I’ve got company.

British Fantasy Award nominated authors Jen Williams and Ed Cox will be joining me at Blackwells, Holborn on the 19th January. We’ll have a brief discussion of Fantasy and writing from 18:30, before getting down to the time honoured tradition of signing books and drinking wine.

This is a free event, but you can sign up to Eventbrite to help the shop prepare for the number of attendees.

Keen to share out talents with the land (well, Hampshire) Jen, Ed and myself will be venturing to Forbidden Planet in Southampton on Saturday 23rd January. We'll be signing from 13:00 until 14:00.

Again, this is a free event, so come along and grab signed books from all three of us while we escape the confines of London.

Fear not if you are unable to join me at these events, as I'll be at the Forbidden Planet London Megastore on the 12th February with a stellar line up of new and established talent. Marc J Turner, Adrian Tchaikovsky, Pete Newman and myself will be signing books from 18:00 - 19:00.

Please spare a thought for the book shops who go to so much effort to provide these events. The best way you can say thank you is to buy books in the store on the night of the event.

If you’re late to the party (fashionably or otherwise) don’t despair. The first two books of The Erebus Sequence have already been released.

The Boy with the Porcelain Blade has been described as ‘a solid and brilliant book with a unique and engaging voice’ by Starburst Magazine.

The second book, The Boy Who Wept Blood, garnered attention from the Morning Star who wrote ‘this engrossing story of political intrigue, swordplay and hidden horrors has a truly distinctive flavour'. 

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

FantasyCon2015 – Where To Find Me

I'll be attending FantasyCon 2015 this year up in Nottingham.

Here are the panels I'm on and where to find me:

Room: Conference Theatre
Friday 8.00pm Doing ‘It’ Right: Love, Romance & Sexy Times
Why are we often so reticent about love in genre fiction? Conversely sex seems to be everywhere, often done badly. How do we show love in a better light and balance plot tension with sexual tension? Warning: adult references (& childish innuendo)
  • the perfect sex scene: making up making out/making love
  • a matter of taste: where are the ‘no-go’ areas?
  • is love undervalued as a character motivation?
  • how can our characters express their feelings without mawkishness?
  • diversity and sexuality in genre fiction: what works and what doesn’t?
  • are ‘romance’ and ‘conflict’ mutually exclusive terms?
  • finding the right words: choosing appropriate vernacular
Moderator: Den Patrick
Panellists: Hal Duncan, Cassandra Khaw, Kim Lakin-Smith, Foz Meadows

Room: Conference Theatre
Saturday 4.00pm Here Be Dragons: How Can Epic Fantasy Reinvent Itself?
The success of Game of Thrones has thrown a spotlight on epic fantasy, but what does it reveal–a genre of originality or one that is becoming a parody of itself? Our panel of warriors, wizards, paladins and thieves considers the tropes of the genre:
  • 50 shades of grim: darker, grittier, grimmer, longer. . .always?
  • the young hero, the older mentor, the evil wizard, the rogueish sidekick: archetypes or stereotypes?
  • what is diversity bringing to this sub-genre?
How ‘epic’ can fantasy get before it eats itself?
Moderator: Gillian Redfearn
Panellists: Bradley Beaulieu, Den Patrick, Brandon Sanderson, Marc Turner, Jen Williams

Room: Suite 2
Saturday 7.00pm Super Relaxed Fantasy Club
till 9.00pm. A FantasyCon special edition of the monthly genre-fic social gathering, featuring the usual blend of readings, author Q&A and drinks. Hosted by Den Patrick and Jen Williams. Guest authors: Kim Lakin-Smith, Adrian Tchaikovsky

I hope to see some of you there. Please grab me if you want any books signed, don’t be shy.

Friday, 25 September 2015

Gollancz Fest 2015

They say a picture says a thousand words, although I'm pretty sure they didn't mean promotional posters when they said it. Here's what I'm doing for the much anticipated Gollancz Fest at Waterstones Piccadilly and the Prince Charles Cinema.

Tuesday, 7 July 2015


I've been horribly remiss in mentioning this book.

Jonathan Green approached me to write something for his forthcoming anthology a while ago and, as ever with these things, I was delighted to be asked.

I duly wrote the story, which was loosely inspired by the Russian Federation taking driving licenses away from Gay and Trans people. What next I thought? What happens now in a country like Russia where you're not allowed to be different? And then I took it to an extreme because short stories don't give you much screen time to build things up.

Blood in the Water, my story for Sharkpunk, was the result, and it's the weirdest thing I've ever written (or the weirdest thing I've written in print, anyway).

Sharkpunk also features stories from Jonathan Oliver, David Lee Stone, Ian Whates, David Tallerman, Kim Lakin-Smith, CL Werner, Laurel Sills, Gary McMahon, Al Ewing and Sarah Peploe.

The obligatory link to Amazon can be found HERE

Tuesday, 26 May 2015

Flash Fiction - Red Sun

We spent so long living in the shadow of the end times that we failed to notice the light growing dim. By the time darkness had descended it was too late to fight against it.

We were all experts of the apocalypse, or so we thought. We had spent decades conjuring visions of the future on the silver screen: countless hours of zombies stalking the living; road warriors driving lost highways; aliens obliterating every major city; monsters emerging from the sea. We mythologized our extinction, reveled in the myriad forms of our own destruction, telling cautionary tales yet returning to our hum-drum lives no wiser than before.

There was no single event, no point in time one could reference, no great singular scourge of humanity. Ours was a sevenfold collapse, a dying breath decades in the making. Not the immense terror of Revelations, rather an entropy that tugged at the loose threads of reality. Our disordered lives unravelled, societies came apart at the seams, our world ripped along worn creases.

It was the taste of cracked lips when water became more precious than gold. You could hear it in the wheezing cough of every vehicle, thirsting for petrol or diesel. You could measure it at the height of summer, and in the deep chill of winter. Even the light changed, a ruddy hue bleeding through every pane of glass. And as the world changed, so did the people. Tolerance, already long out of fashion, was now a gaudy affectation belonging to the past. Distrust was the new currency, the more you had the longer you lived. And greater than all these things, guilt. A profound sorrow lingered, that we had done so little to prevent our predicament, paid lip service to the gods of renewal, damned the graces that sustained us.

Those not mad with grief could agree on one thing: we did not need zombies, had no use for aliens. The greatest monsters at the end of the world were ourselves.