240 Year old working Automaton.

240 Year old working Automaton.


Just came across this link to a 240 year programmable clockwork automaton.

The writing Automaton.

Built in the 18th century by the Swedish clock maker Jaquet-Droz’s, the writing automaton is one of the oldest, working, clokcwork, programmable machines and is bulit into the shape of a small boy.

Over use of Situated and situation!

Over use of Situated and situation!

I do not know if it is just me, but of late I have seen too much use of the words situated and situation.
I find these words bland and boring, lacking any taste and feeling and far to military, but they are used far too often and in the wrong taste.

I have been reading alot of fantasy and Steampunk of late and I find that these words just do not find in with the feel of these books. No matter if its a person an item or a place, these words are used.

For people writers should be using something like.

She nestled down between her friends for warmth.

For item’s, something like

The Building had be constructed in the middle of two joining streets.

For places

The city grew to span the valley between the hills that marked the separation of the counties.

The above have far more feeling to them and fit in more with such historical/fantastical scenes.

Disclamor : This is not the only word that has been over used but it is the one that causes me to trip over a story line more then grammar and spelling faults!

This sounds like a rant and it truth it is but I need to say it and get it off my chest. Please fellow authors, stop over using such bland words and please be more creative.

Time for me to sign off now as I still have planning work for NaNoWriMo to go.

Eleanors Death

Eleanors Death

Act 1, Scene 2 from book 1 – The Diaries of James Purcell, Copyright Adam Bryant 2012

Like giddy children we came out of the theatre after enjoying a wonderful show. A few days ago I had finally built up the courage to ask Professor Isaac Theologen, my mentor and father of the girl, for permission to marry. He had said nothing for nearly a quarter of an hour as he sat at his studies desk giving me a stern look. Eventually the corner of his mouth raised in a smile. “I wondered when you would ask me.” He had said before giving me his permission.

As an engagement present, he had arranged for theatre tickets and dinner in a restaurant afterwords. His work with the university had prevented him from seeing the show himself and so we would be meeting him for the meal.

So wrapped up were we with our enjoyment of the show, that we did not see a huge person waiting near the entrance of the alley we were about to pass. It wasn’t until Eleanor was grabbed and dragged backwards into the dark. I looked up and down the road looking for a police officer but was interrupted by a deep voice.

“Get in here without raising any noise.” The man holding Eleanor ordered. I cast a last look around and stepped into the gloom after them.

“What do you want from us?” I asked, my voice shaking with fear.

“You?” He said with a chuckle. “Nothing. You are going to stand there and watch me kill you beautiful fiancee.”

“Why?” I asked.

The man steeped closer. Light from a passing car entered the ally reflecting off it’s eyes and I froze, this was no man that stood in front of me. In my studies I had come across descriptions of its kind and only one word escaped my lips, causing him to smile. “Lycanthrope.”

“Ahh, I see you recognise my kind then.” He said with a malicious smile.

“Why are you doing this?”I asked.

He smiled at me then licked the side of Eleanor’s face, causing her to faint. “This girl of your’s smells good enough to eat. I am feeling hungry so I may just start on her.” He said baring his teeth and drooling on her shoulder.

“But why us?” I asked, trying to look for something to use as a weapon.

His smile faded and his eye’s narrowed on me, He stood there silently watching me. My fingers grasped at something cold and round and I hoped this would do. I lifted up the object and watched as he smiled.

“So you actually want to fight me.” The werewolf taunted.

I watched as it lifted Eleanor by the neck, and run a sharp claw down her face cutting her skin just enough to make a pearlescent, crimson line of blood appear.

“Let her go.” I said in a shaky voice, while brandishing the piece of metal bar like a sword fighter I had seen in a book.

“You think you can stop me with that?” The werewolf said, amusement all over its face.

I tightened my grip on my weapon and edged forward.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” He asked lifting Eleanor up by her head.

“Put her down.” I repeated.

He grinned at me and ripped open her dress around the shoulder area. I watched in horror as he slowly licked her skin causing her to wake up. Her eyes were filled with horror, I did not know what to do, I pushed y fear about what would happen to my self and ran at the lycanthrope and swung the pole. His arm swung out and hit me in the chest knocking the air out of me, and sending me flying across the alley to smash into a wall, There was a sicking crunch and and pain in my chest that caused me to double over, my eye sight blurred and tears welled up and I fought to get a breath back into my lungs. I could hear him laughing and the cry’s of Eleanor’s muffled screams. I reached out and hand and managed to pull myself to my feet, feeling pain in other parts of my body, time seamed to slow down as he lifted her higher, opened his jaws and bit down on her shoulder. I felt frozen, my legs wouldn’t respond, all I could do was stand there and watch and his teeth sunk deeper into her flesh causing more of her pearlescent crimson blood to spill down her chest.

Eleanor’s screams were reduced to a whimper before finally dying out, he one blue dress now, ran scarlet with her blood and all colour disappeared from her face as her skin paled. Still I stood there frozen to the spot, unable to stop the atrocity happening in front of me and with a sicking soggy ripping sound, the werewolf ripped a chunk out of her flesh.

“Ahh, such a superb taste, quite exquisite specimen.” It said letting her fall to the floor and into the puddle of her own blood that had pooled below her.

“What are you going to do now?” I asked, finally able to speak.

“Nothing. I have now done what I came to do, so I will now bid you farewell.”

With a bow, he turned and left me alone with the body of my fiancée.

Steampunk, Victorian Fiction or Fantasy.

Steampunk, Victorian Fiction or Fantasy.

Which one of these does my book series fit?

When I started writing my first book, it was falling into the category of Steampunk because it was set on a ship with semi realistic steam powered and magical machinery however, the more I worked on it, the more I worked on adding factual information and scenery. My own field of study during my schools GCSE exam years was the Victorian Industrial revolution. While I failed this, I still had hooks trapped in this period of time. It wasn’t until a few years back that I stumbled across the Steampunk revolution that had occurred that I retook up my interest and started writing (Having a boring job helped.) 

After writing the first draft’s of the two original first two books, I went back on started on one I was going to leave as a prequel however, feedback concerning plot hole pushed this book into the first slot and now as I write this, I find my self researching more and more about the Victorian era in an effort to make my books have a feel of “Did this really happen.”

While I now class my series as more Victorian Fantasy, it still has roots in Steampunk. The beginning of the series starts in the real Victorian world but will move slowly into the fantasy world of dragons, magic, myths and Japanese lore while still involving airships, strange technology and factual information (Well not as much of the latter to make it Victorian fiction).

Before I go, I would just like to make a shout out to everyone who has and will help point me in the correct direction during my research periods to make all this believable. Thanks everyone, it is to all of you and my family that the series will be dedicated.

See you in port next time, Air ship captains.

Scripting a sword Fight Part II.

Scripting a sword Fight Part II.


It’s turning out to be hard work as alot of the old information in missing or not published (or the old books are kept hidden away.)

However the following have been of very interesting use.

First up, Reclaiming the Blade by Anchor bay studio,


Is an interesting documentary on how the art of sword fighting is slowly being lost and what others are doing to bring it back. It also has a section on sword construction.

Next up

Old Sword play.


Is an Ebook that contains lots of poses, stances and moves that are used by sword fighters and is based on the works of the old masters from the 1500’s onwards.

I’m still struggling through making each of the sixteen fights different and it is a struggle. (I will have to do this again in four books time.)

I still have second thoughts over adding this chapter but until I finish, I wont have the clear picture.

Thank you for following.

First fail of Challange.

Well it feels like a fail to me.

it’s the 9th today and only written 8000 words on book two (well 8395) but did add 2413 words back into book one that I had previously removed. Still feel like its taking away from the main story line but it does introduce Marcus, Alison and Davis to the story instead of just dumping them in.

I need a holiday to gain some experience to help refresh the brain.

See you in port next time Airship Captain’s

The Diaries of James Purcell (The story behind the story.)

The Diaries of James Purcell (The story behind the story.)

So finally it’s time to unleash the story behind my books.


The Diaries of James Purcell


They say that for every decision made, there is a world where the opposite has been made. The worlds of England and Albion are two such worlds. Both developed technology the same way how ever Albion’s point of divergence was caused by the birth of one child.

Arthur Pendragon, the prophesied child that would create a new kingdom and be the greatest ruler of all time. In our world, the birth of Arthur and death of Uther’s wife lead to a mass purge of magic users and disappearance of magic from our world. However, in Albion The queen didn’t die and Uther did not hunt magic users. The Pendragon’s rule lasted for over five generations and with the support and aid of magic users, Camelot has lasted to this day.


This long rule has come with unfortunate side effects, Magic wars have lets the world dying, Storms ravage the land and monsters caused by wild spells are slowly destroying the natural life of the world.


Our worlds are separated by the Vail. This sub world is a barrier that keeps are world separated. This barrier is not solid, there are hidden pathways that connect our worlds. Those magic users of our world new of them and used them to escape Uther’s purge however they are small and not able to transport anything bigger then a horse or cow so difficult to get enough people through to form an invasion force.


Lord Norlan Bracegirdle, a genius with steam and Aetheric technology invented a ship capable of transporting large objects and groups across the vail. The first ship was able to cross the vail but due to lack of magic or Aether as scientist now call it, was unable to travel back. A second ship was created that could make a return journey across the Vail.


Something went wrong and the second ship was lost. The project was delayed and the first ship was sold to a captain of our world. After years of study Lord Bracegirdle has figured out how to get the ship and its technology back to his world but there is a problem.


The ship is now rebuilt, crewed and in constant use by a Captain who will not give it up. As the plans are drawn up for a fresh invasion of our world, the captain and the crew have to fight to protect not just family and friends, they also have to fight to protect there world from the coming darkness.