This song from Through the Uncrossbale Boundary is about grief and hope. It’s arranged and performed by the wonderful James Dey #FirebirdChronicles
The ribbons of cloud that twisted around the ship thickened, until slowly, the Black Horizon was consumed by fog. Rain churned the ocean. Despite this, the air was unnaturally quiet. The wind had died down and the sea was flat. The ship cut, almost noiselessly, through the water, its creaks and groans eerie in the […]
“A delightfully whimsical fantasy plot with more mature themes, like maintaining morality in difficult times and finding your purpose… You can read it on whatever level you’d like: whimsical fantasy, Christian literature, good old fashioned morality tale and so on. A lot of reviews made comparison to the Narnia series and I can definitely see […]
An extract from the Firebird Chronicles: They made their way along a dirt track that led through the heart of the makeshift encampment. Every so often, through the tarpaulins pulled between the shacks, Scoop caught a glimpse of the cathedral domes. The air was close, heavy with the smell of fried fish, sweet meats and […]
“Daniel Ingram-Brown has a way of setting the scene so that the reader becomes immersed in the world of the characters… I was gripped. I found The Nemesis Charm had a darker feel compared with the first book, The Rise of the Shadow Stealers, where the two apprentices are finding their feet in their new […]
An extract from the Firebird Chronicles: In the centre of the clearing, a colossal flower blossomed. It sat on the ground, its tulip-shaped bowl surrounded by Trillium buds. Its petals looked as soft as swan feathers, but it was four times the height of Felda. Around the flower, tiny birds hovered, their wings flashing green […]
At my recent book launch for the first of the Firebird Chronicles, Rise of the Shadow Stealers, I was asked what I wanted to say through the book. Part of me wanted to answer, “Read it and draw your own conclusions!” but actually I think it’s a fair question. If you’re going to write a […]
The girl’s hair was a scribble of black, her features rounded like a question mark. The boy’s eyes were sharp. He was thin and gangly. An exclamation mark, the Storyteller thought.