Month: February 2016

Ripples in Time

An excerpt from the up and coming debut novel The Assent of Rose Marie Gray.

Half A Twin – Ripples in Time

This was the piece that inspired a dream concerning two worlds and half a twin in each. It’s now bigger than one book. Multiple dimensions, chronomancy, Wizards, dragons, witch queens and…our world. The Necromancer is coming.

Ripples in Time

Rose is at a cemetery looking for plot 14; the home of a small child that died too soon. Her mind is prone to wandering and if anyone watched “The Prisoner” it might hold memories. This is a very short extract from the finished book; a book wanting to be published.

Nocturnal Reflections

Author: G. Jefferies At night water reflects It does this to conceal monsters…

The Assent of Rose Marie Gray

Author: G. Jefferies   Rose remembered screaming as the brightness engulfed her. The point of no return. Too late to change your mind, made another mistake, actually I don’t want to die like this. The pain was not so bad although her head really ached like someone was hammering her temples and sticking a hot needle up through the base of her skull. Not so bad is relative she decided. Josh had been worse.

The Grim

Author: G. Jefferies GRIM A goodly word. It suggests solemnity and dark views upon this world. Or a mood that is abyssal and filled with miasmic melancholy that those of the light simply fail to understand. It is the room that has no windows. Oppressive and unforgiving. Lying in wait for an unsuspecting moment when the ego stumbles and comes crashing down into the bowels of the earth. It is here that Grim becomes your friend. © G Jefferies and Fictionisfood, 2016. All rights reserved.          

Theatre of Dreams

I’m writing this with a view to developing it further as an additional character in The Bequest – a horror novel project.

Aquatic Ramblings

Author: G. Jefferies   Swamps are also places of the dead. Gorged with the remains of trapped souls and beasts forever dwelling beneath false ground. Dark magic filling them with wisps of ghost light and faces of the drowned. Mists creeping through twisted roots and spider webs. Hypnotising the unwary and drawing them in…   © G Jefferies and Fictionisfood, 2016. All rights reserved.