Biggles through time

Disclaimer: this has nothing to do with the abysmal film to hold the Biggles name!

I love old books but scared to read them for fear of damaging them. Having come into possession of several box’s filled with the books I have started to read through them and have to say that even though I am a fan of Sci-Fi and fantasy, I am now a fan of the books. My own work is set in the alternative victorian timeline but to sit a read books set during world war one is refreshing.

I would just like to thank all those people who have sat down, read the books and written out the reading order lists.

Thanks guys.

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Book 1 Æther Shadow officially underway.

The original draft of Book 1 Æther Shadow weighed in at only 40K words. Today I reached the 17K mark of which only 4K is edited from the old version. The new version has a deeper story and now includes the protagonist side of the story that was absent from the first version. The self imposed deadline is getting worryingly close and I still have a long way to go, but this is a good start.

See you in port next time Airship Captains.

After the battle.

This was spawned by a comment about feeling the story that your writing and I got the vision of a warrior freshly returned from a battle.

The cold metal calmed her racing mind as she ran her hand along the freshly cleaned and sharpened blade. Not one spot of blood stained the swords mirror like surface and not a single nick marred its smooth razor thin cutting edge. Running her bare hand along its surface again to check for any slight imperfections, she placed the long heavy antique sword down slowly and reverently onto the smooth blue silk cloth that had been draped over the cold marble plinth, knelt down on the cold stone floor of the family’s mausoleum and gave thanks to her father’s spirit for allowing her to take his place in the latest of the king’s battles. One her prayers and been offered to her fallen family and to her gods for helping to keep her alive, she stood up, opened her eyes and took in a deep breath of the chilled air and left for her chambers to remove the blood stained armour that she still wore.

The idea is that the Knight ( I chose a woman to do away with the stereo typical male model) had just come home from a fight beside her king haven taken the place of her father using an old family sword used but many generations. Duty and honour is more important to her then her own health and I wanted to show that the sword had priority over everything in her life.

Will that have a place in my books, maybe. If I can finish the first trilogy in my Steampunk/Victorian fantasy, I have a pure fantasy novel series I want to start on.

A poem about the English Language

Some words have different meanings,
and yet they’re spelt the same.
A cricket is an insect,
to play it — it’s a game.

On every hand, in every land,
it’s thoroughly agreed,
the English language to explain
is very hard indeed.

Some people say that you’re a dear,
yet dear is far from cheap.
A jumper is a thing you wear,
yet a jumper has to leap.

It’s very clear, it’s very queer,
and pray who is to blame
for different meanings to some words,
pronounced and spelt, the same?

A little journey is a trip,
a trip is when you fall.
It doesn’t mean you have to dance
whene’er you hold a ball.

Now here’s a thing that puzzles me:
musicians of good taste
will very often form a band —
I’ve one around my waist!

You spin a top, go for a spin,
or spin a yarn may be —
yet every spin’s a different spin,
as you can plainly see.

Now here’s a most peculiar thing —
’twas told me as a joke —
a dumb man wouldn’t speak a word,
yet seized a wheel and spoke.

A door may often be ajar,
but give the door a slam,
and then your nerves receive a jar —
and then there’s jars of jam.

You’ve heard, of course, of traffic jams,
and jams you give your thumbs.
And adders, too, one is a snake,
the other adds up sums.

A policeman is a copper,
it’s a nickname (impolite!)
yet a copper in the kitchen
is an article you light.

On every hand, in every land,
it’s thoroughly agreed —
the English language to explain
is very hard indeed!

Written by Harry Hemsley