Book Signing and Sales

Here we are, Friday evening at our Book Launch Party! 

Wonderful local wine and people enjoying the atmosphere.

A few of the pics from the Q and A session involving after Paul and I had told everyone about our books, with local authors Natasha Anders and Rae Rivers, and cover designers and illustrators Cliff Davies and Theresa Wilds.

The photos were taken by my good friend and photographer, Laurette van der Merwe. Find her here Laurette’s Photography and here Laurette’s Fine Art Photography and Artwork. Our launch was held at Chelsea Cafe who’d stoked up the fire and made us delicious soup to keep us going over the evening.

Paul and I both sold. We didn’t sell out, but we did do well. Our book links are here.

A good night all round, and nicely capped off the following evening by Liverpool Football Club’s victory in the European Cup. I’m sure Bob and Gary would’ve been in the crowd.

They’re singing our song again!









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Her memories were wrapped up
in the present.

The milestones of her life.
Happy times, happy faces!
And the bitter-sweet, 
the sobs and sighs.

Then waiting and hoping;
futile as it turned out.

Try. Open the box.
Look inside!

Oh, but it is empty.
Not even dust.
The memories, just ether,
Her mind, a void.

From  a prompt by Hélène Vaillant of Willow Poetry: What do you see May 28, 2019


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A Nick in Time” will return next week with Chapter 27.

Sorry about that, but we’re busy with our book launch! Woo-hoo!

A Virtual Book Launch


Well, Paul and I would love for you all to join us on Friday evening. And I’m sure that if time and money were no object, you’d hop on the next plane to join us, or if we rigged up a time machine, or a worm-hole perhaps? 

But you can come in your imaginations, so cue the cool jazz background music and stoke up the fire (remember it’s winter here), grab a glass of something nice and take a look at what we have on offer.

We have some book-related items:

Paul has some stunning cards based on the characters from his Fire Angel Universe. You can imagine the feisty female characters they are!

Fire Angel herself on the left, and Fade from his just-published novel on the right

Paul English characters
Artwork by Lisa Malherbe

And I have some framed limited edition prints created by my husband and based on the artwork for ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone‘ – cool huh?

Limited edition prints of YNWA artwork by Cliff Davies
Artwork by Cliff Davies

And, of course, our books. New and back catalogue.

Novels by Paul English

3 x covers

Fade Shadow of the Past – ebook and paperback on Amazon and Smashwords

Fire Angel Genesis – ebook and paperback on Amazon and Smashwords

Fire Angel Turning Point – paper backavailable from the author (soon to be online)

Novels by Chris Hall

Chris Hall books

You can find all the links to order here.

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We’ll let you know how we got on after all the excitement has died down.







The Characters’ Wish

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‘She’s been making cards and stuff all afternoon,’ says Gina in a confidential whisper to Cynthia.

‘Cards? I thought it was a book launch? Anyway, how do you know what she’s been doing?’

‘We’re her characters; we’re in her head, aren’t we? So, of course we know what she’s doing; especially if it’s about to Our Book.’ Gina nods her head meaningfully.

‘Oh, I see,’ says Cynthia. ‘I’ve never noticed. It seems a bit impolite poking about in her head, though.’ Cynthia pauses. ‘But why the cards?’

‘Marketing,’ says Gary, joining them at the little table in the back garden. ‘Giveaways, contact details, that kind of stuff.’

‘Look at you, eh, Mister Marketer,’ Gina gives Gary a playful prod in the arm. ‘Ever since he left the Social Security and went to work in that posh insurance company in town,’ she glances down at her new engagement ring and smiles, ‘he’s come over all ”private sector”. He’ll be voting Tory next.’

Gary pulls a face at her.

‘Connor showed me that lovely review she received, from that nice young lady In Sheffield…what’s her name?’ said Cynthia.

Ellie Scott you mean?’

‘That’s right, darling. I though she caught me rather well, don’t you? I’m sure she didn’t mean to imply I was something of a lush.’

‘That would never enter anyone’s head, Cynth,’ says Gary, almost managing to keep a straight face.

Cynthia glares at him frostily and stares toward the bottom of the garden where Connor is gesticulating animatedly. ‘Who’s he talking to now? Or is he just declaiming to that old rosebush again?

Gina follows her gaze. ‘It’s her,’ she hisses. ‘It’s our author! Look, they’re coming this way.’

‘Oh well, in that case…’ Cynthia leaves her sentence unfinished and disappears through the French doors.

I follow Connor back up the garden. He’s been reading to me from his latest slim volume of poetry. Perhaps I like to include some of it in my next book. My next book?

‘Ms Hall and I have been talking,’ Connor announces as we approach.

‘Are you going to write another book for us?’ Gina asks, eyes widening with excitement.

‘Like that nice young woman suggested,’ adds Cynthia, emerging from her French doors carrying a tray of glasses and a bottle of wine.

What’s this? My characters are at it again!

Connor gestures to me to sit down on the garden bench which has been moved to a sunny spot near the little wrought iron table where they’re all gathered. I sit and Asmar, Cynthia’s beautiful Abyssinian cat, jumps on my knee, purring his head off.

Cynthia pours the wine. ‘We do hope your book launch party goes well on Friday, darling,’ she smiles at me.

‘Hear hear, old thi…Cynthia,’ Connor adds, picking up a glass from the tray and raising it to me. ‘Cheers.’

We hear a noisy old vehicle rattle to a halt outside. Moments later Bob appears at the side gate with Fingers on his shoulder who immediately starts to chirrup excitedly. Tony Wong is behind them in what looks like a new suit. He has an air of someone who’s come into money and has plans.

‘Well, Ms Hall, the gang’s all here,’ says Connor. ‘What’s our next story?’

I take the glass which Cynthia is holding out to me. Maybe. I lean back and close my eyes. Let’s see…


If you’ve no idea who these people are, or what they’re talking about, you’d better read the book!

New Novel – First Review


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There’s really something very special about receiving great feedback on something you’ve written, especially on something you’ve spent a lot of time on, like a published book.

Huge thanks to the wonderful Ellie Scott for being the first to read and review my new novel which came out just a few weeks ago. 

I’m so pleased that Ellie enjoyed the book and took such a lot from it.

Her review made me proud to have written it.

Read Ellie Scott’s review of ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’.


Come What May Day by Ellie Scott

And while you’re over there be sure to check out Ellie’s FREE OFFER this weekend on her witty and wonderful collection of short stories: ‘Come What May Day’.
You can read my review of Ellie’s book on Goodreads



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A Nick in Time – Chapter 26


Clyfford poked his head out of the barn roof and looked around cautiously. There was nobody visible in the yard in front of the Manor House. He turned his head slowly, taking in the cart-way up from the village and the wide sweep of the land on either side. Craning over his left shoulder he ran his eyes over the treeline behind the Manor House buildings. There was no sign of any of Childecott’s men anywhere nearby. His cocked his head, listening out for voices on the other side of the barn where his view was obscured by the roof, but all he could hear was birdsong and the distant hubbub of life down in the village.

He braced his arms and hoisted himself up onto the edge of the hole which Mr Eyre had made in the roof. Several strands of broken reed rolled across the roof and landed on the ground below. From the muffled sounds inside the barn, the occupants below had been similarly showered with debris from the roof.

Clyfford took a deep breath and swung his legs out onto the roof. Digging his toes in against the solid ends of the reed bundles he inched over to the roof edge. He peered over to choose his landing spot then rolled onto his front and let his weight launch him down to the ground. It was a fair drop, but he landed well and was straight up on his feet, flattening himself again the barn wall. Just because he could see or hear anyone, didn’t mean that no-one was guarding the door.

Edging around the corner of the building he saw the coast was clear. Clyfford scurried to the door and heaved off the sturdy length of wood off the brackets which secured it to the frame. He was just about to set it down on the ground when a heavy hand came down upon his shoulder. Clyfford wheeled round.

Smiler loomed before him. “What have we here then?” He grinned his toothless grin.

Clyfford gripped the beam with all his strength and swung it at Smiler, catching the big man full in the stomach. Winded, Smiler keeled over double, gasping for breath. The barn door flew open and Mr Eyre and Dary appeared, blinking in the daylight.

“Oh.” Mr Eyre’s eyes widened, but he was quick to react, drawing back his fist and smacking Smiler sharply across the jaw as he tried to straighten up. Mr Eyre rubbed his knuckles. “Right. Get him inside and shut him in before he raises the alarm.” He turned around to the others who were just behind him. “Come on, we need to get moving. Hurry!”

The little group of prisoners spilled out of the building. Clyfford and Big Dary shoved the groaning Smiler inside, while Mr Eyre pulled the door closed and hefted the beam into place.

“We’ll need to hide out somewhere over the escarpment,” said Don.

“Up by the cave,” agreed Clyfford. He turned to Mr Eyre, “it’s over to the east.”

“I know it,” said Martha.

Mr Eyre nodded. “Now let’s go!” He gestured with a sweep of his arm.

Clyfford, Titus and Don all set off across the back of the yard at a run. Charlie hesitated a moment, glancing over in the direction of the stables. Following his gaze, Big Dary, who was holding his injured arm again, nodded. “You thinking what I’m thinking, Charlie?”

“I want my horse,” Charlie said, tight-lipped. “I’m going to take Cinder back.”

“C’mon then,” replied Big Dary. “I know the stable-man…” He turned to Mr Eyre, touching his temple. He nodded to Charlie. “Let’s go.”

Mr Eyre turned to Martha. “Take my hand.”

At that moment they heard shouting in the yard in front of the Manor House. Looking across they noticed a group of Childecott’s men running towards the woods. They’d spotted the three men who were fleeing across the top yard. Charlie and Dary were hidden by the further outbuildings, but they would have to cross the open land to get to the stables. There was every chance that they’d be spotted too.

“We’ll have to go another way, Andrew,” Martha said, gripping his hand. “Come on, round the other side of the barn. Maybe we can make it over towards the stream on the far side of the Manor House, although it’s quite a way.”

Together they hurried past the heavy barn door. There was no sound from Smiler. Now shielded from Childecott’s men, Martha pointed out the route to the stream beyond the Manor House.

“It’s too open, Martha,” said Mr Eyre. “We’ll never make it.”

“We could hide out in another of the outbuildings until this all calms down. Then try to get away.” Martha suggested. “How about that hay store?” She pointed to large timber building with a shallow sloping roof. “It’s not so far, and everyone else is running in the opposite direction.”

Mr Eyre nodded. “Well, we can’t stay here. Not with Smiler inside.” He squeezed her hand. “Ready?” Martha smiled up at him and nodded back. They launched themselves across the rutted yard, Mr Eyre holding tightly onto Martha’s hand, as she gathered up her skirts in her other hand and ran alongside him as fast as she could. She gritted her teeth and focused on the ground, shutting out the calls coming from the men who were pursuing their friends into the woods.

It seemed to take an age to reach the hay store to Martha. Her chest was burning as she stumbled over the threshold in Mr Eyre’s wake. She doubled over and took a deep breath.

“Are you all right?” Mr Eyre peered at her with concern.

Martha straightened up, her face was very pale. She coughed and patted her chest, nodding. “Not used to running these days,” she panted.

Mr Eyre looked around him, spotting a ladder leading to the floor above. He pointed to it. “Come, on, we can hide up there. I’ll help you.”

“Let me just sit for a moment,” said Martha, staggering to a nearby pile of straw and sinking down on it. Her breaths were still ragged and she was even paler than before. Mr Eyre crouched down next to her, touching her cheek gently with the back of his hand. Her skin felt clammy and her colour worried him. Martha bent forward; her hand clutching at her chest. “I’ll be fine in a moment. Just let me get my breath back.” Martha said bravely.

Mr Eyre patted her shoulder gently then stood up. They were out of sight of the doorway at least. The shouting had died down as well. He looked over to the escarpment, hoping his new friends had got away. He presumed they could hole up for a while, but then what? His thoughts turned to Bryony and the Ruling Council. Had she managed to get away with Toby and Tommy and the dray wagon? It seemed that might be their only hope. He ran his fingers through his hair shaking his head. But how were he and Martha going to evade capture?

He heard a little gasp behind him and turned back to Martha. She had slumped onto the floor. He rushed over to her side, gently pulling her hair away from her face. All the colour had drained from it and she was unconscious. He felt her pulse. It was weak, although steady, but she needed proper care. There was nothing for it. He would have to go for help.

©2019 Chris Hall

So, what do you think of my first full-length children’s story as it progresses? You’ll find the earlier chapters here. I’d love to hear what you think of it!