Full Circle

I was fourteen and on the bus on the way back from the comic book store. I grew up in Darwin, so it was all the way up town. If we finished school early we would venture up, buy some comics and jump back on the bus and be home before nightfall. On one particular trip, on the way home, I decided to pull my comic book out of its brown paper bag and read it. As the bus chugged along, we got closer and closer to all the high schools. Kids would get on this bus that would then take them to the main terminal, where they would all get off and get different buses home. Myself and a friend were near the back, reading our comics and in total immersion with everything about them. Then we heard someone say, ‘Are you reading comics?’

Keiths-Comics.jpgI knew we had made a mistake. Four teenagers climbed over seats to come and sit around us, forming a circle. We quickly tucked our comics back into their non-discreet bags and just sat there while being berated for reading comics at our age. ‘Why are you reading comics?’ ‘Get a life,’ and ‘losers,’ were said amongst other things. I thought it was going to turn violent, but they got off a few stops later. I remember making a mental note, not to ever read comics in public again.

Fast forward a few years and I’m on the bus again with a good friend of mine and he sees two girls he knows at the back of the bus. He makes me go and sit next to them and we all started chatting. It was coming to the end of High School and we were all heading into Senior College (year 11 and 12), and they were asking what sort of courses we were going to do and if we were going to go on to university. My friend knew what he was going to do, to the point I felt a bit bad that I didn’t have my career life planned like he did. The girls turned to me. My friend said, ‘You’re not going to try and draw comics, are you?’

rgvyhu6nipx8azgbozkt.pngI was mortified. Reading comics and drawing my own comics was a secret I didn’t want anyone to know about, especially after the bus incident. I shook my head, ‘No,’ and said I didn’t know yet. The very idea of writing or drawing comics was so absurd to some people that it made them uncomfortable to the point they needed to ridicule me about it. I never thought that was a viable career path for a fifteen-year-old living in Darwin.

Years later, when I was working for an insurance company, I printed out pictures of Alan Moore, Stephen King, Clive Barker, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman and pinned them up on my cubicle. Half were authors, half were comic book writers. I loved their work, all in different ways and I aspired to be like them. When people came by my cubicle, they would point to Alan Moore and ask, ‘Is that your dad?’ ‘No, it is not my dad, it’s Alan Moore. He writes comics.’ I’d get a strange look and then they would leave.

4351820-alan-moore.jpgIn the last few years a lot has changed. There is no closet for the comic book reader, because everyone is now into it. A lot of it started with the Iron Man movies, then the Walking Dead. My boss at my job now loves Walking Dead and we chat about it every other day. I offered to give her the comics so she can read more about it, and even read ahead of the TV show, but she’s still a bit apprehensive about reading comics. My mother watches Daredevil and my father watches Arrow. We now have work discussions about Aquaman and who the best Batman villain is. We talk about the Inhumans TV show coming out and the new Defenders. Everyone in my office is looking forward to the Punisher TV show and the Justice League movie. People know about the Watchmen movie, Legion, Flash, Supergirl, Iron Fist, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Preacher and Fear the Walking Dead TV shows. I get on the train after work to head home and people are openly reading graphic novels and Avengers Omnibuses. They are watching Game of Thrones or Preacher on their phones or ipads. It’s out in the open now. To be mocked for liking comics or fantasy no longer has justification. You’re almost ridiculed for not watching it.

AbsoluteSandmanVol2I still can’t read comics on the train, but I don’t hide the fact that I read them anymore. I’ve posted a picture of Grant Morrison’s Multiversity on my Instagram page and received a few likes. I’ve even gone as far as submitting scripts and comic book ideas to Image comics. I’ve submitted two so far and I’ve got another three to write and submit. My friend on the bus who mocked me for even thinking about writing comics laid the groundwork for my self-doubt very early on. When I first started writing I only dreamt of being an author and I didn’t tell anyone. Now that I have three books published, I tell everyone. And if I can be an author, I can be a comic book writer. Maybe those guys who picked on us on the bus over twenty years ago are now watching Walking Dead or Luke Cage. Maybe they go into a newsagent to get the newspaper and see the comics there and think about buying them, but don’t. Maybe their kids are reading them and it’s their bed time reading material. There’s even a possibility they dressed as Iron Man or Flash at a dress up party and feel like an outsider like I once did.

I don’t have animosity for people who are getting into comics or the fantasy world now. Everyone is welcome. You can be a tourist if you want. If you watched Wonder Woman and wanted to know more, drop into your local comic book shop, they won’t bite. Ask them about where to start, they’ll point you in the right direction. Welcome, you’ve got a lot of reading to do.

– Mitchell Tierney



Published in: on September 10, 2017 at 10:33 am  Leave a Comment  

What is Assisted Self-Publishing?

You have a story to tell. You have a publishing dream. You have a stapled stack of pages you’d like to see turned into a book. Everyone looking at this post is at a different point in their own creative journey, and some of you are aiming toward publication, like I was just a few years ago. Then, through a series of events that can only be considered fateful, I found Ouroborus Book Services, an assisted self-publisher. For me, this partnership was perfect, and now I get to sign my books at stores and call myself an author – the dream! But for those playing at home, tapping away at keys on your own first manuscript,  you’re certainly forgiven for asking: what is assisted self-publishing?Girl in spectacles studying in library

Assisted self-publishing is exactly what it sounds like: publishing by yourself, but with help. For the last century, the art and business of book publishing has been dominated by big publishing houses, whose expertise in guiding manuscripts from authors’ hands through the many processes of editing, proofreading, formatting, printing, binding, marketing and distributing has been unmatched. There was no way to get your book out there except to send your pages off to a commissioning editor and joining the slush pile, and if you were lucky enough that your book was ‘picked up’, all creative control was with the publisher, who in this model is, after all, the one shelling out the dollar bills for the project. And make no mistake, there are a lot of dollars to be paid, to all those talented and skilled people employed by the publishing house to handle the different tasks in the production chain to make massive print runs of quality product. Then, slowly, on the tides of numerous industry and social changes, self-publishing became viable again – self-funding writers taking a chance on themselves, teaching themselves the necessary skills and processes, taking advantage of technologies and platforms as they came available to get their works out into the world. Naturally, these early amateur efforts lacked the finesse and craftsmanship of traditionally published books, but the gap is fast closing, and today’s independent books can be indistinguishable from their big house competitors. Minimising print runs and cutting all those people out of the production chain lowers costs significantly, and many big authors either began their careers in self-publishing, or, as is emerging, are moving back to it for the creative control it lends and the complete financial independence. Because if you’re the one doing all the work and putting forward all the capital? You reap the profits.

Open flying old booksBut as you can imagine when you take on the work of a whole chain of professionals, self-publishing is a lot to do, a lot to learn and a heck of a lot to manage. As attractive an option as self-publishing is becoming, balancing the steep learning curve and administrative stuff with the author’s actual job of, you know, writing, is both off-putting and, at the very least, a big drain on your time.

That is the niche that assisted self-publishing is filling for thousands of authors. Maybe you want the creative control to choose your own cover but can’t design, don’t know any graphic artists and wouldn’t have the first clue how to format an image into a cover for book-printing software, or perhaps you’ve got a drawer of rejection letters and now you’re willing to take a chance on yourself where big publishers won’t. Assisted self-publishers either employ or network with freelancers to complete all those jobs in the chain, reducing some of the pressure from authors who can’t be expected to know all the processes in this whole industry.

images (2)Assisted self-publishing worked for me, but I’m a single case study, and I can’t speak for your circumstances. For me – an unpublished young female with a fantasy manuscript, probably the least attractive query publishers can possibly receive – it allowed me to circumvent the gatekeeping of traditional publishing that says “we’ve got enough of those”, “we’re not publishing in that genre at the moment” or “we don’t publish new authors, sorry.” It also enabled me to produce a quality, professional product that can compete with mainstream fiction, which was more important to me than simply “getting the work out there.” I certainly didn’t have the skills to do that on my own, so it made the most sense for me to hire some experts and work with them. If self-publishing is your chosen path and you’re feeling overwhelmed just wondering where to even start, assisted self-publishing may be for you.

As with all investments, do your research and shop around. A professional service should be able to be transparent with you about what they do and where the costs will arise. Go with your gut and your bank account, and DON’T RUSH – your book has waited this long to be born, it’ll keep another minute while you really crunch the facts and figures to decide what’s right for you.


by Shayla Morgansen


Published in: on August 27, 2017 at 4:02 am  Leave a Comment  
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New Release – Colours Within

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Danica Peck’s newest title, Colours Within, is book 2 in her Battles of Azriel series. Here’s a sneak peek. Available on Amazon, Book Depository, and at other good book retailers. Signed copies are also available at our shop.


Arya’s History

I was born as Arya Faith DeValentino and like every teenager, I went through a phase of not liking my name and was known as only Faith. This was timed perfectly as a supernatural war was just beginning. During this time, I made many enemies and ultimately, they came after me and my family. Most couldn’t find us because of my change of name, but that was many moons ago.

I was born in 1905 and stopped aging at the age of sixteen. Yes, that is correct, eternity as a teenager. I’m lucky it was after the bad skin and the awkward looks stage of adolescence. I am the first of my species to be born. The rest of my siblings were made, from humans, into my father’s species – Nagual. I am a hybrid; my Mother was a Minx and my Father the Nagual.

What’s a Nagual? In less fancy terms, we were just shape shifters: and we turned into jaguars. We had basic magic that was connected to the Earth and when turned, a black cat mark appeared on our wrists.

And a Minx? They were just elves, well kind of. History says that an Elf and a Siren bore a child, which is how the first Minx was created. And that’s what I am, a Minx with all the power qualities of a Nagual.

I may not be human, but I have made mistakes. I was an Elf with human regrets, an immortal with a mortal soul. My mistakes would haunt me till the end of days. I’ve watched my brother die. I’ve watched my fiancé die.

What do you do when, in your world, you can’t die from old age? The only death in our world is murder.

What did I do? I let magic and revenge consume me.

I wished for a mortal life.


Vila 1984

It was a surprisingly cold night for November. Perhaps it was the storm, which often brought the cold winds. The water that fell from the sky was like ice, but I didn’t flinch. Perhaps my skin was now used to it, for it had been hours since I was standing in the rain in this run-down town.

Before the rain, before me, this town had been full of life. Now there were only the memories of pain and death. I looked over the destruction I had caused, but no emotion ran through me, no guilt or pain. Around me, the buildings that had been left standing began to sink deeper into the earth as the flames stole their last bit of strength. The wind carried the screams of the deceased, their blood stained the ground upon which I stood, despite the rains’ best effort to wash it away.

As the remains of a building crashed into the wet dirt with a small cry, I turned my attention to it, as though expecting someone to emerge from the rubble.

My olive skin had a slight glow from the remaining flames, though most of my skin was hidden by the crimson essence of the departed. My skin revealed no wounds, even with the amount of blood that covered me it was hard to believe. Not even the rain could remove my sins. Tainted, red rain fell upon my lips but I didn’t feel sickened by the rusted coin taste that found its way upon my tongue. My midnight hair fell past my elbows, sticking to my skin like a spider web. My onyx eyes glanced up at the moon; tonight was the night. I had waited long enough. I felt intoxicated with power and revenge, and this violated town was the ideal place to end my vendetta.

The cries of people watching someone they loved being murdered, the screams of terror and the ear piecing shrieks of the dying, echoed within my mind. The moon had broken through the clouds and cast its light over me as I waited. I waited for him – the one that had caused my suffering. Tonight it would end.

A twig snapped behind me. I smiled, exposing my feline teeth, as a dark, brooding figure walked towards me. I turned to face him, meeting his gaze. As he closed the space between us I looked him over. His dark brown hair fell around his face, his dark blue eyes shone out from his ghostly pale features.

‘Jedhail,’ I whispered, loathing rising within me. ‘What better place to meet your demise.’

‘Impressive,’ he murmured with his velvety voice. ‘I envy the fame you will receive.’

Hunger filled his eyes as he gazed over my body, still stained with red.

‘I suppose you want to fight?’ His voice had a sense of arrogance as he took a step back. ‘But as my final words, may I tell you a bed time story?’

I went to snap my impatience at Jedhail but he put his hand up to interrupt me.

‘This is the tale of murder and love, the story of your two significant others.’

‘Why would I want your version of killing Rhys and Mikhail?’ I shouted.

‘Ah, that’s why,’ he mused. ‘I didn’t kill Mikhail.’

‘That’s a lie,’ I argued, though my voice wavered with uncertainty.

‘Are you sure?’ he teased.

I thought back to Mikhail’s death. He was right, I wasn’t sure. I never saw his killer’s face, I was too far away. But if Jedhail hadn’t kill Mikhail, who had?

‘The blame goes to me,’ said a soft, sweet voice from behind Jedhail. Elphina, his partner, appeared – she was a spider demon, a rare pureblood demon species of vampires.

Spider demons are evil, full stop. Vampires can be swayed either way and that’s how this power couple happened. Elphina seduced a young innocent-souled vampire, Jedhail, to give up his soul, he then became her own personal slave and puppet. He had no idea that he was just her tool.

‘You?’ I exclaimed in disgust, as Elphina walked towards me.

Blue electrical sparks flew from my fingertips as anger and hatred swelled within me.

‘The amazing Faith,’ Elphina mused as she walked closer to me. ‘Or are you going by Arya again? Either way, Mikhail was luscious, wasn’t he? I wish I had dug my claws in first.’

I threw myself at Elphina, who avoided the attack. I landed in a crouch position, a low growl coming from the back of my throat as rage began to consume me.

‘Aw, baby,’ Elphina mocked. ‘You can’t beat me.’

I smiled through my feline teeth, taking her words as a challenge.

I threw myself at Elphina again. This time she didn’t react at the same speed causing her to almost lose balance. Elphina lashed out at me with her claws, I ducked the attack and spun a kick into her stomach. Elphina doubled over and glared at me as she caught her breath.

With a quick glance, I saw Jedhail circling us like a bird circling its prey.  He had no motive to join the fight, so I put my focus back on the current target. I threw continuous attacks at Elphina, keeping her in the defensive position, not allowing her an opening to attack.

Elphina scrunched up her face in frustration, lashing her claws out against my neck. As I pressed my hand to the wound, Elphina took the opening and punched the side of my face. With the combination of the wet ground and the hit, I lost my footing and landed in the mud.

I quickly brushed off the hit and jumped back to my feet ready to attack again, but Elphina was quicker. She had drawn a titanium blade. She jammed the blade into my stomach so fast, I barely blinked. I was clenching her fist and holding in the urge to scream, falling to my knees. My hands grabbed the hilt of the blade.

Elphina kneeled before me, looking me in the eyes. ‘Recognise the blade? It’s the one I killed your lover with.’

How could one person bleed so much?

That had been the only thought that was going through my head as I had supported Mikhail’s wound. That’s all I could think about now. Elphina pulled on my hair, forcing my head back for our eyes to meet.

‘You know Mikhail begged for his life?’ Elphina snarled.

‘You lie!’ I spat.

‘He screamed,’ Elphina purred. ‘He begged. He was pathetic.’

A low growl rose from my throat. I pulled the blade from my stomach and slashed it across Elphina’s cheek. Throwing my hands forward I conjured a gust of wind which threw Elphina onto her back. I pushed myself to my feet and as Elphina stood up, I plunged the blade into Elphina’s chest. She screamed in agony as I twisted the knife, opening the wound further. She fell to the ground and I watched as her spirit left her body.

Jedhail ran to Elphina’s side as I stumbled backwards away from both of them.

‘Raphael, Angel of Ease,’ I whispered, my strength waning. I was on the verge of collapsing, but Jedhail still lived.

‘Raphael…Angel of …ease, in the divine …name of…Raphael,’ I murmured using all my strength to stay conscious. ‘I consecrate and charge, I ask for healing, from the rain …from the earth. Raphael…Angel of Ease.’ A white light appeared and swirled into my wound.

Jedhail’s cold, dark eyes were shooting daggers as he walked over to me while I was kneeling on the ground supporting my wound. Jedhail back-handed me, causing me to spit blood from my mouth.

‘Kill me,’ I snarled. ‘I dare you.’

Jedhail licked his lips, showing his fangs. His eyes travelled from my neck to my eyes. He kneeled before me, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him.

‘No,’ he whispered, and smiled as disappointment flickered in my eyes. ‘How does it feel ma petite, the vengeance? Was all the blood worth it?’

My onyx eyes glanced dangerously at him. ‘I feel nothing.’

Jedhail scoffed.

I winced as I tried to stop the bleeding from my still open wound.

‘Liar – what would Rhys say if he saw what you did here? What would Mikhail say?’

I looked at him, my eyes faded back to blue from black; the magic’s hold on me relinquished, allowing the remorse and pain to all set in.

Jedhail smiled. ‘Feel the pain, taste the blood,’ he whispered coldly in my ear. ‘Being the creature you are, I believe this will haunt you forever.’

Sensing the sunrise, Jedhail walked off leaving me in my despair.




Published in: on August 12, 2017 at 4:44 am  Leave a Comment  

Where is the Line for Young Adult Literature?

Normally I’m the last person in the world to advocate censorship. I hate the idea of things being taken away from audiences, or artistic expression being tampered with because a few people have decided that it’s best for everyone. I’ve seen the ‘someone think of the children’ argument a thousand times and it fails to impress in most cases. I’m not advocating that children or young adults shouldn’t be allowed to read certain things. This is just a question of classification. What makes a book ‘young adult?’ Where is the line for that genre?

To that end I will address three case studies, Harry Potter, Skulduggery Pleasant and Michael Grant.

9780545162074_p3_v1_s192x300Let’s start with Harry, as that’s the series everyone knows. I would argue that Harry Potter stopped being young adult literature about five books in. They’re excellent books, starring a young adult character, but the tone subject matter and themes of the Order of the Phoenix are very different to those of the Philosopher’s Stone. Harry is forced to deal with grown-up problems. There is murder, chaos and suffering and I would argue that the change in all those things places these books in completely different age ranges. Harry Potter aged with its audience and by the end of the series the people it was originally written for were in their twenties. Still, I suppose the book is still about a magic school, romance, friendship between teens and it does keep a certain innocence about it. The issues Harry goes through are still balanced against romances friendships and nonsense. Somewhere in the series the books stop being young adult so where does the series transfer from young adult fantasy to just pure fantasy?

Skulduggery_Pleasant_seriesSkulduggery Pleasant can make no such claim to beginning in innocence. In its first book there was murder and torture, people, creatures and all manner of things were torn limb from limb. However, the tone still had a certain whimsical fanciful quality to it. Is that what dictates its genre? The writing style? Because if that’s the case Harry Potter ceased to be a young adult series about half way through book three. Is it the tone? The events? Or is it just a young protagonist?

If it is the young protagonist then the newest Skulduggery Pleasant certainly does not qualify, the main character is twenty-two, but the whimsical tone keeps up. So, should it still be classed as Young Adult literature? Or is it time for the series to be taken out of that section and be allowed to stand on its own in the fantasy zeitgeist? Are the adventures of Skulduggery Pleasant and Valkyrie Cain now suited for the world at large?

Gone-by-Michael-Grant-seriesMy third case study addresses the question in the starkest light. The work of Michael Grant, the Gone, BZRK and Messenger of Fear series seem to be built around the concept of traumatising children. While they involve young adult characters the work is even more vicious for that. IT doesn’t have a childish tone, it deals with issues that, while some are child-related could just as easily have adults in the main roles with little issue. The main thing that seems to make these series young adult is the young adult protagonists, which is a little strange isn’t it? What other genre is defined by the fact that the protagonist falls within a certain demographic? Grant’s work even comes with a warning that it may be unacceptable for younger audiences. While being in a genre designed for younger audiences.

There are almost no consistent factors between these series than that. One series deals with ‘teenage’ issues like romance and petty feuding, one walks that lone, one doesn’t. One has a whimsical tone and one is unapologetically dark. One is more or less peaceful, a single death treated like a massive issue, one has a massacre at the end of the first book, portrayed rather graphically at that. Even the age of the protagonist doesn’t always stick within its own limits.

From what I can see it’s almost completely subjective. There seem to be no real rules or regulations. Maybe it’s just whatever ‘feels right?’ It’s something we need to ask ourselves about our classification systems.

By Robert Barlow

Published in: on July 29, 2017 at 4:58 am  Leave a Comment  



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Don’t Quit your Day Job

I was introduced to someone at a party who was in the middle of writing a book. Our mutual friend knew I was a published author and thought it would be good for us to chat. She told me all about her book and how long she had been writing it and how in-depth it was. I was fairly encouraging until the end of this person’s spiel when she said, “How much money do you think I can make off it?”

downloadI was sort of taken aback, so I asked this person what she meant. She said that she didn’t want to go to all that effort of writing a book unless she would get a lot of money from it. Out of curiosity I asked, how much would be a good amount? She said $20,000.

I felt equally enraged and disappointed. I don’t write for money. I never have and probably never will. I write because I love it. I have 3 books out and I’ve been writing for 15 years. I haven’t just written 3 books, I’ve written nearly 20, plus short stories and scripts etc. When I meet people and I tell them for the first time that I’m an author, they ask if I do it full-time, as my sole income? No, I say, I have a “day job”. Then they breathe a sigh of relief. With all the money I’ve made from writing books over 15 years I could afford to quit work for about 2, maybe 3 weeks. If you take all the hours I write, all the hours I plan and plot my stories; all the character development I do in my head or on paper, all the rewrites and edits, the cents calculated per hour would be so small you wouldn’t be able to read it.

typed-manuscriptMy dream, as with many people I know, is to write full time, quit my day job and tap away all day at the keyboard while drinking coffee. I do believe that this is obtainable, however I would never stop writing just because there is no money in it. I love it too much. My first royalty cheque was actually larger than I thought and I remember thinking that it wasn’t real money because I didn’t really “work” for it. I got paid to do something I really loved. I planned on buying something amazing with it. I was going to get my book’s ISBN tattooed on me. But the money went into the account and was spent as money is normally spent. It was if I didn’t really believe I got paid to do something I love. I just kept writing. It never changed my opinion of it.

The person eventually emailed me their book. It was their first book, and it needed a lot of work. But I didn’t tell them that. I told them it was good. After one or two rejection letters, they put it on Kickstarter to fund it. They were asking for $8,000. Although I love the enthusiasm, it was a bit high. You don’t need that much to self-publish a book. The Kickstarter failed and I never heard from them again. I really do hope they’re still writing.

Don’t write for money, write because you love it.

Mitchell Tierney

Published in: on July 17, 2017 at 11:15 am  Comments (2)  

Getting your manuscript ready for an edit

As an editor, I get works sent to me at several levels, from polished to draft. By the time you’re paying a trained editor to look over your work it should already be at the semi polished end, so I’m here to give you some tips on what to do BEFORE you send your manuscript to be edited.


Now I know there are times when Microsoft Word is on crack but most times, if there are wiggly lines, especially red ones, check the word/s. Sure, in some genres you must make up words and most names will show up but the rest: FOR THE LOVE OF LIBRARIES, CHECK! Sure, some typos will always slip by, but by running a spelling and grammar check in Word or your preferred typing program, this should weed out a giant chunk of mistakes that make you look unprofessional at your craft.

shutterstock_107880212.jpgAdmittedly spell checks can sometimes get things TOTALLY wrong or make some bizarre suggestions, BUT if you have it set to the right language settings, it will pick up a multitude of sins. So use it, but be discerning. Missing spaces and common misspellings can be eliminated easily (I personally am notorious for typing ‘teh’ instead of ‘the’, and ‘withe’ instead of ‘with the’).


Homonyms are words that sound the same but are spelt differently. The big culprits are there, their and they’re; your and you’re; its and it’s; wander and wonder; where and wear; weather and whether; and which and witch. If you don’t know which one is right LOOK IT UP!



editorialThis is something I see all the time as an editor. I find several occurrences of people swapping from past to present tense. First step is deciding which tense (past, present or future) you want to write in. Most common is past tense and future being least common (I couldn’t even think of an example of a book written in future tense, if you know one please tell me). An easy way to tell the difference is in connecting words like HAVE of HAS and verbs. I find, if you aren’t sure, reading aloud can help make it more obvious.



This one may seem obvious but so often I see missing full stops at the end of paragraphs or marks before quotation marks. As for capitalisation, unless it’s a proper noun (i.e. a name) or at the beginning of a sentence, you should second guess that capital letter.


184928153-57a5555a3df78cf459a45874Continuity is something that isn’t as common and much harder to check. If you write fantasy and are creating creatures and names and places, I recommend a running list of all the words you make up and all your characters. If a character’s name changes several times it’s going to confuse people. Also, if there are words that can be written several ways eg. no one or no-one, make sure you stick to it.


I have told many authors this as it’s a great way to pick up tense issues, awkward sentences and when things sound just plain silly. I do this myself so I don’t skip over things when I’m self-editing for the 100th time. Record it if you can and listen to it back. You will find some horrifying sentences this way.


Now most editors will have their own preferences, but the general rules of thumb are as follows:

  1. No front or end matter on a first edit (this includes copyright info, reviews, maps (unless they need to be edited), acknowledgements, fancy title pages etc.) A title page with your name and the book title then the actual book is all that is required.
  2. PAGE NUMBERS. Please number your pages. If I drop a 400-page manuscript I don’t want to have to try and reorder the pages.
  3. Plain fonts. I prefer a serif font such as Garamond or Book Antiqua but some prefer sans serif like Arial or Calibri. Find out if they have a preference but make it size 12, no stupid fonts (I once had a manuscript arrive in Papyrus font), all black text.
  4. Minimum is 1.5 but most editors prefer 2 line spacing and standardised margins so we can write notes.
  5. Standard file types if emailing. If you are getting an e-edit it must be a compatible file, usually a docx or doc file to use track changes. If it will be a print edit (my preference for first round editing) a doc, docx, or rtf will usually be fine if the editor will be printing it. Check with your editor.
  6. White paper. If you are sending a physical manuscript please use standard white copy paper with black ink.


Now I am a writer myself and I know how hard it is to hand your baby over to be judged. What I recommend is keep an open mind. If a suggestion is given, try and understand what the problem is. If you don’t understand something, ask! Editors don’t bite (although don’t approach me before 7am unless you bring coffee). Our job is to make your work the best it can be.


Edits are a learning opportunity. Do you keep making one error over and over? Write it down and try to not do it again. Do you use the same phrase repeatedly, or do you thesaurus words when simplicity is the key? Whatever your bad habit (we all have them) if you can learn from them, then you are only going to grow as an author.

Now go write your books and make them the best you can before you give them to an editor to polish.


Published in: on July 2, 2017 at 5:38 am  Leave a Comment  

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Ouroborus Book Services is an independent publishing collective based in Brisbane, specialising in diverse speculative fiction. We represent the efforts of numerous up-and-coming authors, and as such, we always have a new book just around the corner! Loved one of our books? Following one of our authors? Get to know the rest of our team, and who knows? You might stumble on your next favourite read!

Sabrina RG Raven

profileWith over 10 years’ experience in the independent publishing field, artist, writer, editor and book designer, Sabrina has learned to mix her passion for art, design and the written word not only to create her own works of fiction but to help publish the following authors.

Her art and writing styles vary from fantasy and scifi to portraiture and book covers. Her first two novels co-written with Mitchell Tierney make up two thirds of the Everdark Realms series. She is currently working on book three and her first solo novel, a dystopian teen story Blank.

Follow Sabrina on facebook and instagram. She also showcases her art on her website www.sabrinargraven.com.

Mitchell Tierney

mitchellThe seeds for writing were planted quite early on for Mitchell. He remembers as far back as primary school, raising his hand and asking, ‘When can we do story writing?’ It came somewhat as a surprise that he found himself wanting to write books, rather than do his uni study. He has written over 12 books, all ranging from adult literature to young adult fantasy and sci-fi. After countless years of writing and a stack of rejection letters, he finally found a home with Ouroborus Books. He has just finished his portion of the Everdark Realms series and released his first solo work Heather Cassidy and the Magnificent Mr Harlow. He is currently working on his magnum opus series – Elephant Stone, as well as working on several adult books which include Children of the Locomotive and Homeless Astronaut.

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Shayla Morgansen

shaylaShayla can’t explain how she finds time to get anything done, though people often ask. A classroom teacher of darling Year 2s, a Masters student in publishing and an occasional editor, she also writes urban fantasy series The Elm Stone Saga. ‘Chosen’, ‘Scarred’ and ‘Unbidden’ are the first three in a series of six young adult titles centring on modern Irish sorceress Aristea’s apprenticeship to a traditional governing magical council. In her slivers of spare time, Shayla watches classic science fiction, tries to learn foreign languages, reads too much fanfiction and plays the Sims. And writes.

Follow Shayla on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Tumblr, or visit her blog, Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast.

Danica Peck

18601618_10158731586890416_1438057651_nDanica has been writing for as long as she can remember – she prefers getting lost in her imagination over dealing with reality. She released her first novel, Battles of Azriel: Lost Worlds in March 2016. She is now working on more books for the Battles of Azriel series and a few standalones. In her spare time Danica enjoys spending time with her friends, travelling the world, conquering the challenge of rock climbing and yoga, and finding refuge at the beach.

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M.A. Clarke

Copy of 20070908_SAB_0117Having always had an active imagination, it’s no surprise that Mel have found joy in fiction. She has been writing almost as long as she has been reading and has been rewarded by a few small prizes and local awards. Writing is usually its own reward though to her. The first book in her Riders’ War series Battle For Today is currently out with the rest of the series in production.

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Robert James Barlow

RobRobert James Barlow has spent his entire life telling stories. When it eventually occurred to him to start getting paid for it, he became an author. He writes sci-fi and fantasy, and has just completed his first novel, Order of the Lost. He currently lives in Brisbane, where he writes business profiles and speeches to support his three-a-week reading habit and sizable collection of geek paraphernalia.

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Amanda Geisler

amandaAmanda has been a dedicated reader since a young age, always searching for new material to devour. She began writing short stories at the age of 9, musing over the worlds she created before she began exploring the world of novels during her teen years. She is an enthusiastic reader and writer of young adult, fantasy and paranormal novels. The White Wolf Trilogy has been Amanda’s foundation project, writing and rewriting as she honed her skills until she came up with a finished novel. The first book of this trilogy, The Stray, is due to be released later in 2017, with the consecutive books in the two years following. She also has many other projects that she intends to explore and create as she embarks through her writing journey with Ouroborus Books. Besides writing, Amanda studies part-time to become a teacher of high school English and Mathematics, and until graduating she’ll continue writing and enjoying her day job in the child care industry.

Follow Amanda on Facebook and Twitter, or visit her website.

Annalise Azevedo

annaliseAnnalise has been writing creative stories since 2008. Her early writings were mostly developed through her English classes, improving on her own since then. She focuses primarily on fictional writing, branching into various genres. Her current project is the Sacred Stone series, which is divided up into six books. The first book, ‘Reflection of Fire’, is due for release late 2017 followed by its sequels in the coming years. She also has many other projects in the works as she continues her publishing journey with Ouroborus Books.

Published in: on May 26, 2017 at 6:04 pm  Leave a Comment  

Convention Time

With Gold Coast Supanova Pop Culture Convention upon us, the Ouroborus authors sat down to answer some questions about fandom, conventions and their books!


How long have you been going to conventions?

Mitchell: I’ve been going to Supanova as a Fan since inception, so about eight years. As an author to promote my books, about three to four years now. And since it’s twice a year, I get to go to the Brisbane and Gold Coast Supanovas. Each year it gets better and better. I love going, it’s so much fun and you get to meet other authors and talk with them about writing, and discuss different writing processes with new authors.

Danica: I’ve been attending the conventions for roughly seven years as a fan but as an author this is my second year.

Shayla: I went to my first convention in 2014 and now I wouldn’t miss one!

Sabrina: Like Mitchell I’ve been going for years now. I think I’ve been to 12 over the years. This will be 4th Gold Coast Nova for me as a stall holder though and I’ve done 3 Brisbane Novas.


What’s the Australian pop culture convention scene like, for those who might not have been?

Mitchell: Every Geek culture niche is covered at these conventions. If you’re into Dr Who, or Stargate, Star Wars or Anime, there’s something there for you. They promote a safe, judgement-free, environment, so you can be who you are. Wear your nerd on your sleeve and dress up and come on down! There’s plenty to see and do at any convention, from artist alley, to self-published authors and artists, not to mention celebrities and Q and As.

Shayla: I love how inclusive and family-friendly it is. Nerds of all ages mix and mingle and complement one another on their costumes. People stop each other every few paces and ask for photos with unusual or impressive cosplay – the best thing is seeing a six-year-old Batman smile when the rest of the Justice League pose around him. It’s such a build-you-up culture. Kids and their parents get to geek out together over good, clean fun.

Sabrina: I’m a massive geek at heart and I love that so many fandoms can come together in harmony. Aus Conventions also seem to be so inclusive, all ages, races and genders. It’s a safe space full of amazing writers, artists and cosplayers.


How does it feel when you interact with your readers?

Danica: It’s really exciting and fulfilling, I also love getting feedback from what they love and what they’d like me to elaborate on in later stories.

Mitchell: I love to hear my readers asking when the next book is coming out. It makes the whole process worthwhile – knowing they enjoyed it. Sometimes they have questions, or want to ask about characters, and I love the fact they have questions or that it might inspire them to try writing themselves.

Sabrina: I’m still gobsmacked when I meet someone who doesn’t know me that has read the books. Even after all these years I still get that amazed feeling that someone is invested in something I created.


Sabrina, you’ve co-written (and edited, and published, and illustrated!!!) the Everdark Realms series, which is a fun and creative take on the traditional fantasy genre. How are your cosplay choices influenced by your books?

Sabrina: I think because my books are inspired by my own fandoms (varied as they are) my cosplay is just as eclectic. I do have some characters from my books that I’d love to cosplay one day though.


You’ve got book two of Lost Worlds waiting in the wings I hope, Danica! Tell me about how that’s going, and how you contain spoilers from excited fans when you discuss the series?

Danica: The second book will hopefully be going into publication soon. And I’m just about to begin writing the third book.


Shayla, you can sometimes be found at stores and events throughout the year selling The Elm Stone Saga. How is it different selling books at conventions?

Shayla: I love any opportunity to connect with readers so both are great, but the main differences between selling at cons and selling outside stores is a) the genre reader, and b) the healthy competition. My series is YA urban fantasy and that’s a strong but niche market, and the majority of people walking past or even into a general bookstore are not looking for that. At conventions like Supanova, everybody who has paid for entry is a genre fan, and that means for two whole days of wholesome nerdy fun, I’m surrounded by my own kind! It’s easy to strike up conversation about common interests at cons, but I have to remember – unlike outside stores, I’m also surrounded by other authors selling other great genre books!


Mitchell, you released your first solo work, Heather Cassidy and the Magnificent Mr Harlow, at the last Supanova. Congratulations! What advice would you give to new authors and artists just starting out at cons?

Mitchell: Just talk to people about writing. You’ll find they either read a lot, or they are writers themselves. Be yourself and just chat. Don’t push your book too hard, most people know straight away if they are going to buy it or not. Let them know what it’s about, what genre in falls under and other books that are similar. Make sure you’re excited to have them at your table to chat. Give them a book mark or website address, in case they want to buy it later. Treat every customer the same and don’t be disappointed if you don’t sell anything the first day. Remember, you are where you have been dreaming about for so long, just enjoy it.


Published in: on April 22, 2017 at 6:32 pm  Leave a Comment  

Sneak Peek at Scarred (Book 2 Elm Stone Saga by Shayla Morgansen)


The landing was perfectly timed and executed. Jackson and his eight men each stepped out of the wormholes they had used to travel here, to this quiet street in Italy, and Jackson sealed off their exit points with magic. Normally he wouldn’t have bothered but tonight’s raid was Lisandro’s brainchild and this cautiousness was a direct request of his. And what Lisandro requested was what came to be, inevitably, so here Jackson was, carrying out Lisandro’s carefully laid-out plans.

The men he’d been assigned were brutes; scum and low-lives the upstanding villain Lisandro preferred not to associate himself with, but who were too strong and efficient to simply not have on board. Jackson was glad to have them. This team was his, and they were so starkly different from the team he’d been part of when he was a councillor for the White Elm. This team respected him and what he had to offer. This team got stuff done, without spending weeks or months in talks, deliberating the ethical, socio-political and whatever other ramifications of action. This team was a force to be reckoned with, and best of all, this team listened to Jackson.

The White Elm had never done much of that. If they had, he might not now be a fugitive and outcast from their ranks, and he might not now be on his way to attack the home of one of the council’s newest members.

‘Suit up,’ Jackson hissed at them, jerking his head at the furthest of his men to gesture him closer. Cloaking spells were most effective over a small area, so the closer the nine stayed together the more powerful the spell would be. As the most powerful sorcerer present – and they knew it, he thought smugly – Jackson was the one to cast the cloak over them. An invisible blanket of magic settled over the group. For them, wearing the cloak spell was almost unnoticed. They couldn’t feel it; it didn’t affect their vision, their hearing or their extended magical senses; it didn’t slow their motions or impede them in any way. However, for anyone outside of the cloak, such as a nosy neighbour peeking out their window into the street, where moments ago there stood a bunch of strange men, there was now nothing to be seen except empty air. For any sorcerer nearby, accustomed to being able to sense the presence of approaching living things, where moments ago there was the distinct sense of life, of energy, of emotion, of intention and thought, there was now only void. The cloak redirected the senses around those hidden beneath it, and that was exactly the cover Jackson and his team required.

The target was not a large or stately home, but it was the address the informant had provided, and inside the small, tidy cottage near the top of the street Jackson could feel several powerful magical presences. The one he was most interested in, he couldn’t feel, but that did not mean she wasn’t there. He grinned at the thought. He didn’t like for anyone to be better at things than he was, but there was no denying that Emmanuelle Saint Clair of the White Elm was the best at wards and cloaking spells.

The nine drew knives as they approached the home as a group. Knives for sorcerers were more than tools for cutting the physical; pointed and precise, often they could be more useful than wands for directing magic. Jackson paused ahead of the group and extended a hand slowly. Invisible, almost undetectable, a delicate web of protective energy lay over this house. To pass through it would trigger a mental alert in the mind of the spell’s creator. The people inside were strong and of unknown competence – the less warning they received of Jackson’s arrival, the better.

Beneath Jackson’s hand, a silvery strand of energy, as thin and indistinct as a spider’s web, quivered into visibility: a very basic ward. Blade glowing with his own power and intent, Jackson drew his knife across the strand. It resisted destruction, as all things do, but soon gave. The knife went through, severing it cleanly. The taut line of magic snapped and pinged apart with a spark of pale light, but the remainder of the net remained intact. The group waited in tense silence – would the inhabitants notice? How in-tune was the young councillor to her spells? – but there was no energetic shift inside the house to denote an increase in activity or anxiety.

‘Keep outside this radius,’ Jackson instructed his team in a low voice. He pointed his knife at the perimeter of the spell’s reach – at his will, dozens of the same silvery strands lit up faintly, stretching up into a dome over the cottage’s roof. ‘No rushing. No mistakes. Anyone who screws this up is staying behind to answer to the council when their real warriors show up.’

Because though Jackson liked to sneer at the mere mention of his former brotherhood, the fact remained that their collective and individual might was both impressive and formidable. The White Elm allowed onto their council only the best and brightest thirteen of the world’s sorcerers: Seers who knew too much of the future, Displacers who could teleport through space on a whim, Healers who could mend most any wound, Crafters who could twist and manipulate the very essence of magic, Telepaths who could hear the thoughts of those around them, scriers (too busy being stubborn and self-righteous to allocate themselves a capital letter) who could see what was happening anywhere in the world… It was probable that right now, the White Elm’s duo of scriers, Qasim and Renatus, were becoming aware of this very event, and it was only a matter of time before they arrived.

Jackson would prefer not to cross paths with either of them, if possible. He’d woven wards into his cloaking spell that would postpone the moment when these events were brought to the scriers’ attention, but Fate, unfortunately, worked for scriers, not for Crafters like Jackson. Sooner rather than later that ward would break and the countdown to confrontation with the White Elm would begin.

Jackson wanted to be gone, with the prizes he was sent for, by that time.

The team moved slowly but efficiently around the cottage, stepping carefully over rows of vegetables in the garden and low fences separating properties. Each strand was cut with care, but as more came away, the quicker the process became. The remaining strands glowed much more brightly, forced to carry more power than when other parts of the net had been in place to share the load of protecting the house, and became much easier to spot and sever.

Jackson’s men gathered at the front of the house around the final strand. Its light was so bright it made Jackson squint. Nico, a stocky Austrian wanted by the mortal law in several European nations for violent assaults in bars and nightclubs, carved his silver-bright blade back and forth across the strand of magic while the others held their breath in apprehension and excitement.

‘Only one to go and they haven’t even noticed?’ Saul breathed, eyes manic. Jackson looked at him sidelong and said nothing. Bad eggs occurred in all types, both magical and mortal. Saul had come into Lisandro’s employ – and subsequently shifted into Jackson’s taskforce almost immediately – when his human trafficking enterprise had been uncovered and dismantled by Interpol, and the White Elm had rejected his pleas for sanctuary. The government of the magical world took a similar stance on human rights as did the governments of mortal society, and had attempted to apprehend Saul, with the intention of either providing him, gift-wrapped and powerless, to the police, or of imprisoning him themselves in their prison in Valero. With nowhere left to turn, Saul had sought out Lisandro, a former authority within the White Elm and a political revolutionary, and taken refuge among the ranks of Magnus Moira, Lisandro’s new but quickly growing movement against the White Elm council’s leadership.

Jackson really didn’t care what Saul or the others had done before they came to work under him, but Lisandro had made his opinions on Saul’s history very clear to Jackson. ‘If it happens that you lose one, or need to leave one behind,’ he’d said, ‘don’t stress too much if it’s him.’

A spell is a near-living thing, almost sentient – it wants to endure. As Nico drew his knife carefully across the strand of magic defending the cottage, the spell shuddered and grew brighter, strengthening its now-weak point of attack.

‘Why is it taking so long?’ someone hissed, bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. Jackson irritably caught him across the chest with one of his gloved hands, stilling his annoying motion.

‘If they haven’t noticed yet, rushing will only tip them off,’ he whispered back. He looked back at the trembling strand of magic, felt the rise in energy all around him as the spell prepared to break and his men prepared to take the house. ‘Look alive, boys.’

A bright spark signalled the end of the ward; the spell gave under the pressure of Nico’s knife and power, and the nine grinned. There was nothing more to be said. They rushed at the cottage. Nico traded his knife for the wand in his coat pocket, and blasted the door open.

They had a weapon to steal and a war to ignite.

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