The Darkling Chronicles
Amongst our modern world lies another, an archaic and hidden world of tradition, sorcery and magic.
As dark demons awaken from our past, the last remaining wizards are being hunted and murdered by a changeling of terrifying strength.
Attacked and drained of most of his powers, a dying sorcerer must race against time to save himself, and the fate of all, from an enemy intent on cleansing the planet of humanity…
Darkness spreads as friendships, betrayals and horrifying truths await…
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An awesome anthology of fantasy, sci-fi and literary short stories by ‘The Alliance of Worldbuilders’ (AWB). ALL profits go to a charity, a very worthy cause – The World Literacy Fund. I have three short stories in the anthology, ‘The Wishing Tree’, ‘Happiness is a lie’, and ‘The Artist’ as well as 6 fab illustrations. Amazon UK & Amazon US
H is for Hawkesbury
An anthology of short stories, poetry and novel extracts from the inaugural Hawkesbury Upton Literary Festival, published 19th August 2015. I did the illustration for the front cover and have one of my favourite ‘White Mountain’ excerpts in it – Amazon UK
This brilliant all-female anthology was launched to great critical acclaim at the historic Hatchet in Bristol in 2016. A kick-ass anthology featuring some of the best women SFF writers in the country, focusing on strong female protagonists in science fiction and fantasy. I’m very proud to be one of the featured writers and have a sci-fi short story in this, ‘Silent Running’. Amazon UK and Amazon US.
Shadows of the Oak
A wonderfully dark collection of equally dark fairy tales and sequel to ‘Willow Weep No More’. I have a magical Russian fairy tale, ‘The Orphan and the Iron Troll’, in this and two illustrations. Amazon UK and Amazon US.
Most of my poetry has been influenced by two primary factors:
- my profound and abiding love of nature and natural landscapes, which continually inspire my work…
- and my traumatic first hand experiences of domestic violence – exploring themes of alcoholism, isolation, depression and their impact on mental health.
Here are a few of my poems, including a prize winning piece ‘Distillations on Silence’.
Distillations on Silence
Throbbing of swollen ears,
Glass coated larynx.
The mirror only tells one truth,
The hollow space in front,
Not the deadness inside.
Clots of blood beneath your eye lids.
That last shot of poison did the trick.
Innocuous sounds from the television drift into the room.
Life continues outside,
The central heating clicks off
And so do you
…down to the very last drop.
Sophie E Tallis © 1996
Cirrhosis of the Soul
The old man shuffled under the weight of false contrition. Glassy eyes, black and fleeting, flicked up for a moment searching for a sign of acceptance…hoping for warmth.
Shoes like scraped chalk, yellow stinking breath, shaggy bearded growths flecked with grey from between the cracks. The figure was a mess. A creature to be pitied…but the danger still lurked. You could sense it just under the skin, a sudden metallic taste in the mouth, the feeling of rising bile.
‘It’ sat down with all the grace and triumph of an aged prize fighter. Its eyes darkly fixed, flickered with malice and pride. Its progeny had returned. It was still important, still in control. The puppet master had not lost its strings.
Sophie E Tallis © 1998
Those screaming silences
Between stilted conversations
With old friends you cannot recall.
Lives so alien and different now,
But you were once thicker than breath,
Thicker than blood,
Bound together in each other’s angst’s and melodramas.
Years later now,
Staring blankly at each other over polite mutterings and cappuccinos,
Lives as empty as the foam crusted cups before you.
Sophie E Tallis © 2003
The silver shimmer slid away,
Light dancing on water,
Heat haze above the roads.
As dusk falls, and the air cools
I think I hear the sigh of the sea.
Hot insomnia abounds
Winding, clinging sheets
And suffocating downs.
Wet behind ears,
Stingy eyes, sticky arms,
The closeness of thunder without the storm.
I dream of sparkling oceans and their breeze
The cascade of waterfalls,
The tinkle of ice in glass
And tender coldness under foot of grass.
These stifling sleepless nights,
And breathless airless days,
Sun baked earth, windless sky,
So uncommon to our verdant shores,
This ancient rain-soaked isle
So used to washed out summers,
Now sizzles in July.
Sophie E Tallis © 2013