My first novel. I got bored looking for a publisher, and decided to just self-publish it. So here it is! 

 There was no doubt they had tried to kill him: the explosion had left a gaping hole where his room had been only moments before. Abandoned on a faraway world by a ship bordering on negligent even before it had left orbit without him, Aulan had never felt so alone, and now he was crawling through the smoking remains of his hotel. All he wanted to do was go home, but he knew that if he didn’t find what he had come for, he might not have a home to go back to. What he didn’t know was that the key to the whole mission was only inches away, hanging around the neck of a known terrorist, unconscious on the floor next to him. Only with her help could he uncover the truth about the alien race that was steadily laying waste to their outlying worlds, and hope to stop their fleet of warships from destroying his entire civilization. 

In A Fractured Void is a space opera portraying a galaxy-wide conflict between disparate races, with an Indiana Jones-esque subplot. The main protagonists are the Advent, a man-machine symbiotic society, beyond the singularity, but not yet with the technological dominance of Iain M. Banks' The Culture. Their ideal is to approach all new contacts with grace, aplomb and understanding, but the harsh truth is that there are races in the galaxy that are fully capable of giving them a black eye, or worse. After being betrayed by their allies and exposed to a brutal and warlike new civilization on the block, they are on the ropes, and need to use every trick at their disposal just to survive. 

My second novel, a future dystopia-cum-steampunk  story with elements of reluctant-superhero-with-inner-demons, against a backdrop of ordinary citizens rising up against a dishonest faux-democratic government. 

He wasn't dead – again. It felt like he'd been mule-kicked in the chest, and there were bullet holes in his shirt, but this was the same familiar farmhouse kitchen, and he was stubbornly still alive. Why did he keep surviving events that really should have been messily terminal? Was his apparent reincarnation the reason behind his patchy and inconsistent memories of the last decade, or was that the result of his now-forgotten history with the brutal and allegedly immortal Lord Protector?

A thousand miles away, John Park slowly settles down in a peaceful, democratic utopia, although his frustrating lack of memory from the time before he woke up from a coma keeps driving a wedge between him and the people he encounters. A chance meeting with a man claiming to have evidence of a conspiracy reaching to the top levels of the government leads him to a group of exiles, and finally to discover the truth of who runs the city and the secrets of his own past. 

Yeah, that's probably not going to still be the blurb when I've reworked it. Who knows?

Hoping to have it in the hands of my wonderful early readers in Q3 2024, maybe published early 2025.