Through a glass darkly:
dark and paranormal fiction.
"Don't tell me the moon is shining - show me the glint of moonlight on broken glass."
Here you'll find Fiona's books and stories: an odd mix of ghosts, tentacles and good old fashioned baddies, sometimes all at once. Dip in below to start exploring - and thanks for dropping by.
Fiona's twist-in-the-tail (cough) short story Fearful Symmetry was recently published by the Library of Forgotten Beauty. You'll never feel quite the same way about tigers - or curtains - again...
Drop in for a full list of Fiona's current books, together with some of the many short stories she's had published in anthologies and magazines over the years.
Fiona lives in a slate cottage within stone-throwing distance (never a good idea in Glass houses...) of England's largest lake. She rarely has her nose far from the pages of a good book - or a cup of tea!
A quirky romp stuffed with ghosts, TV producers, missing paintings, happy - and unhappy - mediums, and yet more ghosts. Published by Fox Spirit.
"These days the good old fashioned ghost story seems a bit overlooked, so it’s always nice to find new examples... And The Shadows Call is a great example..."
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"...spooky chills with plenty of light-hearted laughter."
Matt Hilton, author of 'Preternatural' and 'The Shadows Call'
"...a humorous ghost story with an old English charm."
Tom Adams, author of 'The Psychonaut' and 'Coffin Dodger'
Fiona's paranormal romance Got Ghosts? is a quirky romp stuffed full of ghosts, TV producers, ghosts, missing paintings, ghosts, happy - and unhappy - mediums, and yet more ghosts. Published by Fox Spirit. Head to the main Got Ghosts? page for more info including an excerpt - and where you can buy the book.
A creepy little 75-word tale that was first published in
The church bells chime across the valley, summoning the villagers to Sunday prayers. But the church lies in ruins deep beneath the inky waters, drowned by the reservoir many years ago.
In The Bull the locals shake their heads. "There'll be a death in the village tonight. Always the way when you hear the bells."
But the pub lies in ruins deep beneath the inky waters, drowned by the reservoir many years ago...
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