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PART 1: DESTINY'S BOOT
When Live, laugh, larceny becomes Death, doom, destiny.
Embarking on a salvage mission into the heart of the most treacherous mountain range in the Barsian Empire, the pirates aboard the sky ship Warrior know things are going to get wild.
However, no-one suspects this contract is anything other than lucrative.
But, with a perfectly placed punt, Destiny’s Boot launches the Warrior like a particularly oblivious seagull into the path of a whirling propeller.
A cascade of horror awaits them. Undead wyverns, fanatical mages, and an ancient entity so powerful it has been locked away for centuries.
In order to survive, the Warrior’s crew will have to multitask.
Can they lick Risk in the eyeball while stealing Danger’s wristwatch and treating Chaos to a makeover?
BIO
FJ began her life in Hampshire but has lived on a farm with her family in the wild west of Wales for over twenty years.
Having merrily wasted her history degree from the moment she received it, FJ decided to keep on doing so by writing about magical flying ships, sharks with jet packs, weaponised gazpacho, and swashbuckling sky pirates with incredibly good hair.
She blames her time raising animals and children for combining what was an already lively sense of the ridiculous with the desire to live in a fantasy world; and the result is The Barsian Job, a six-book series for anyone who ever wanted to break the fourth wall and demand to speak to the manager.
FJ guarantees that her books are more exciting than chasing sheep around a field, funnier than watching a beloved child faceplant in the mud and warmer than losing your welly in the muck heap. Trust her, she’s an expert.
NEW! PART 2: MEMORY'S CLAWS
They knew their luck had to change,
they just didn't expect it to get worse.
Fleeing from a disastrous contract, the crew of the sky ship Warrior are desperate to return to good, old-fashioned piracy.
They know a little light looting and perfectly peaceful pillaging will restore the con to ‘confidence’, the fun to ‘dysfunctional’, and the ease to ‘please can our lives be simple again?’.
If ‘simple’ means...
being atomised and remade on the whim of a malevolent and obsessive consciousness;
magical meltdowns;
crash landings;
execution orders;
fighting the dead, the nearly dead, the should-be dead and the triple-cooked gourmet dead...
then their wish is about to come true.
Otherwise... no.
Destiny is waiting, ready to put the crew in ‘screwed’, and the die in ‘disobedience’
as the Warrior learns that Memory’s blissfully warm arms end in painfully sharp claws.
COMING SOON -
PART 3: LOYALTY'S CHAINS
“Thum didn’t have to take all of her childhood. All of who she was.” Nehru slammed the cupcake back on her plate.
“We had to be thorough, to make sure there was no trace of us in her head.” Endraza held Nehru’s gaze for along moment. “Plus, who she was back then – it wasn’t good enough.”
“It still isn’t,” Thum growled.
“She was a CHILD!” Nehru protested.
“And now she’s an adult.” Chromatia shrugged, slowly turning to focus her eyes on Thum. “Her weaknesses are mitigated by our people, and no-one can deny their success.”
“I…” Thum began.
“No more arguments,” Endraza interrupted. “Thum, concentrate on your part. Your man is in play – she needs stability, and he will provide that.”
“He’s not a miracle worker.” Thum folded his arms and scowled.
“Shows how little you know about love!” Nehru snapped.
Endraza swept to her feet. “She’s learning and she’s growing. We play the long game and everything is aligning exactly as it should.”
