Cover Reveal – ‘Making Magic’

Hello again readers,

More news… I have another short story ready for release. Yay! This one is called ‘Making Magic’ and it is a fantasy/horror with a touch of humour. I will put it up on Amazon/KDP Select in the very near future (later tonight if I get time), so keep your eyes peeled. But first, I thought I’d do a cover reveal, and here it is:

Making Magic posterized

I hope you like it!

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So You Want To Sample My Writing, Do You? Well, here is a taste of ‘The Crimson Guild’


*Please note that the 3D render of the cover is not to scale, this is a novella of approx. 124 pages. 

Hello Readers,

Here is another post sharing a sample of my work. This time I have an excerpt from my novella titled ‘The Crimson Guild’. This book is part of the Blood Rage Series and follows the story of a boy who finds himself recruited into a guild of thieves. I hope you enjoy this Glimpse into my world of fantasy.

The Crimson Guild

by Allan Walsh

Growing Pains

     Conall knew he was going to suffer today. His mother would make him endure pain; he wasn’t going to like it, but she would make him do it anyway.
A woven chair hung from the ceiling of their small hut, suspended over plump, colourful cushions. He pulled himself up and sank into the soft rope and bright rags. As he eased his head back, he looked up at the large hook in the beam above and swung gently.
Mmm, this must be what it’s like to float on a cloud, he thought as he stretched lazily.
A small fireplace burned beside him, its warmth radiating across his bare feet.
On the other side of the room, in front of a long, stone worktop, stood his mother. Hot embers smouldered in the clay oven beside her, sending wisps of smoke up the long chimney that disappeared through the thatched roof.
“Don’t you fall asleep there, love, you’ve got work to do,” Siobhan said as she cleaned the fire pit in the stone bench. She looked at him over a pile of bowls, then ducked down behind the bench. Conall heard the clinking and scraping of bottles being moved around.
“Do you hear me lad?” she asked as her head popped back up. She stood, the wrinkles that had gathered in her green linen dress falling straight again. Her wide sleeves slipped to her elbow as she raised her arm and gazed at the pear-shaped bottle in her hand.
“Yes Ma,” he said.
“Well, come on then, it’s time for your lessons.” She turned and plunged the bottle into a barrel, filling it with water. “If you practice well, I’ll let you come and collect some herbs with me, and if we have time you can help me with my brews after,” she said, looking back over her shoulder.
“Oh, can I? Please!”
“Well, you’re old enough now and I’ve been thinking you should learn how.”
Conall jumped down from the hanging chair and lowered himself to his knees in front of the fire.
“Good lad, now start with your calming technique and then move onto a simple skin blend, just like Marla taught you,” she said, pouring the water into a pot.
He nodded, placed his hands on top of his thighs and closed his eyes. He drew a long breath, then exhaled in a slow, steady motion. Conall rested his fingers on his temples and whispered a few words under his breath. He held his hands out before him; a shadow rippled across his skin, the colour of his flesh fading, until the glow of the fire was visible through his translucent palms. Conall bit the corner of his lip and his brow furrowed. The glow grew brighter as his hands ebbed away, and then he was gone, but for the slightest shimmer in the air before him.
“Well done,” his mother said. The air beside the fireplace rippled, and he re-appeared with a huge grin on his face.
“That was the easy stuff, now let me see you shift.”
“Do I have to, Ma?”
“Yes, you do, you know you’re one of the special ones. There ain’t many that can take the changing like you can. And with people fearing magic these days, there’s so few of us practicing anymore. We can’t let our traditions die, somebody’s got to learn well enough to pass the knowledge on,” his mother said.
“I know, Ma, but I’ve been practicing since I was ten.”
Siobhan laughed. “That was only last year!”
“But it hurts, and it makes me tired.”
“It’ll always be painful, but everything gets easier the more you practice.” She clunked the pot down on the bench and looked back at him. “Remember, you need to focus your mind on something, keep calm, and never lose control, no matter how painful it is.”
“But… ”
“No buts, you know what to do, Conall. Just look into the flames and concentrate on your form.”
He huffed through his nose and stared into the fire—a moment passed… nothing. A crease formed on his brow; red and yellow flickering in his eyes as the flames danced up and down. His ears twitched. The crease on his forehead deepened. Stubby hair pushed through his skin. Another twitch and his ears grew, stretching upwards into long, pointy tips. His face screwed up and he cried out.
“That’s it, love, well done,” Siobhan said.
Conall smiled.
“Now shift your face,” she said.
His smile vanished.
“Come on lad, you’ve got to practice.”
“Fine,” he said, looking back at the fire. The room went silent as he stared into the flames once more. An ember leapt up with a crackle and a flurry of sparks, fading back into the orange glow. Conall grunted. The sound was followed by a deep moan as his mouth and nose began to elongate, his lips stretching tight around the muzzle that formed on his face. The moan faded into a gurgle, which rolled into a growl as wiry hair crept through his skin, covering his face in fur. He turned and snarled at his mother.
“Excellent, now turn back,” she said.
He whined in protest, looking up at her.
“Don’t you be looking at me like that,” she said, hands on hips. “Go on then, change back.”
He sniffed the air, his head tilting towards the flames. He focused on the orange-yellow glow flickering an arm’s length from his large black nose. His ears twitched, the hairs retracting into his skin, muzzle drawing back in a slow, fluid motion, inch after inch. He whimpered as the tips of his ears subsided into smooth, rounded edges. Conall expelled a large breath and sagged.
“Good work son, I think that’s enough for the day. When you’ve got your breath back you come and help me with the brews.”
“Alright Ma,” he said, letting out a yawn and wiping the tears from his eyes.
His mother handed him a small phial. “Here, take this, it’ll give you some energy back.”
Conall reached up and took the bottle. He bit down on the cork stopper and spat it into the fire. The cork fizzled in the flames as he raised the bottle to his lips and gulped the contents down. A cold tingle ran down the back of his throat, the chill moving rapidly to his stomach, making his body shudder.
“That’s the effect of the icebark you can feel. I’ll teach you how to make the tincture later, but you mustn’t take more than one dose a day or you’ll start to crave it, understand?”
“Yes, Ma.”
“Good lad. Now, help me tidy up and then we can go gathering.”


     When they had cleaned up, Siobhan grabbed a couple of small wicker baskets from a shelf.
“Come on then,” she said, handing one to Conall.
They followed the dirt path out through the hedge that hid the entrance to the village, just as they always did. Conall strode along the trail rubbing his aching ears, swinging the basket back and forth in the other hand, eyes scanning the grass around him as he took each stride.
“Over there Ma, there’s some angel glow.”
“Don’t worry about that, we have plenty of angel glow. We need some of the rarer herbs like dragonsclaw.”
She led him to a spot where the fields met the forest.
“Right, you look over there,” she said, pointing to the trees. “I’ll see what I can find over here. And watch out for the Fae, we don’t want to be upsetting the fairy folk.”
“Yes Ma.”
After an hour of foraging, Conall’s basket was overflowing with plants. The scent of sweet basil clung to his fingers, filling his nostrils every time he waved an arm or reached out to pick another herb. His mother ambled over to him, her long skirt brushing through the tall grass stems as she crossed the field to the tree line where he was searching.
“Right, show me what you’ve got then,” Siobhan said.
He held up the basket and she sifted through it, pushing the plants around with her fingers.
“You’ve done well, it seems you’ve learnt what to look for and where to find it. I might have to send you out alone next time and see how you do without me.”
“Can I Ma? I can do it on my own, I know I can, let me show you,” he said with a wide grin.
“Alright, alright, how can I refuse when you look at me like that?”
“Don’t get too excited, you’ve still got to get these back home and garbled. Then you can help me make up some brews for the Sindale folk. They’ll be looking for healing potions and salves in the morning.”
Conall groaned. “I hate garbling. Can’t I just help with the brews?”
“No, you can’t. You have to learn how to prepare and store the herbs as well, or they won’t be any good for brewing.”
“But if I don’t practice, I’ll never make brews as good as yours.”
“Brewing is only half the job, Conall. Well prepared herbs are the key to good brews.”
Conall looked at her thoughtfully. “So if I learn to garble properly, my brews will be better?”
“That’s right.”
“Will you help me then?” he asked.
“Of course I will, love.”
Conall threw his arms around her and squeezed. “I love you, Ma.”

Simmering Pots Can Spill Over

     As the sun drifted up over the lush green trees on the horizon, a cockerel rasped out its morning crow. Conall pulled his woollen blanket up under his chin and rolled onto his side, sucking air as his ear hit the cushion beneath his head. He rubbed it, trying to ease away the soreness from yesterday’s shift.
“Time to wake up love,” his mother called from behind the curtain divider.
“Just a little longer, please Ma… ”
“Sorry love, the Sindale folk are coming this morning, I need you to give me a hand getting ready.”
“But I don’t want to get up yet, it’s cold.”
“Stop your whining and get out of that bed now, d’you hear me?”
“Yes, Ma,” he groaned.
Conall slipped his legs out from under the blankets and swung them over the side of his bed. He yawned and rubbed his eyes with one hand, reaching blindly for the floor with the other. The flailing hand brushed his brown plaid pants.
“Hurry up, Conall. We don’t have all day.”
“I’m coming,” he replied as he pulled the pants up over his thighs.
He pushed past the curtain into the living space. His mother stood behind the fire pit, stirring a steaming pot which filled the air with the scent of cooked oats and honey.
Siobhan ladled some porridge into a bowl. “Here,” she said, holding it out to him.
“Thanks Ma, you’re the best.”
A faint smile lifted the corner of her lips.
“When you’re ready, we need to finish the brews, sort them into baskets and label them. Then we’ll take them down to the village square, ready to sell to the townsfolk.”
His mother reached up for a stack of small, square baskets on a shelf behind her. The woven willow creaked as she lifted them down and placed them on the bench top. Conall finished eating and went to help, grabbing an old blanket from the shelf.
“Remember, these are the new potions I taught you. The black bottles with red corks heal burns, they’re worth more ‘cause they’ve got dragonsclaw. The clear phials with plain cork stoppers are made with angel glow. Do you remember what they’re for?”
“They kill lice.”
“That’s right, and they make your hair smooth as silk. We can always find more angel glow, so we’ll just get what we can for them. They’re very popular and should sell quickly,” Siobhan said.
Conall nodded.
“And what are the clear ones with the red corks?” she asked.
“They get rid of spots and rashes.”
“That’s right, they’ll go quickly too. You should know all the others by now.”
It took the best part of the morning to label and sort the potions, making them ready for sale. The sun was high in the sky when they left the hut, baskets stacked atop each other so they could carry them all. Baskets that creaked as they passed the village huts; bottles inside clinking with every footfall along the path towards the village centre. Conall smiled at a little girl watching from a gabled doorway. She gave him a shy wave and ducked back inside the mud-brick hut. As they approached the great oak in the village square they saw a few of the villagers had already set up stalls for the market. They stopped and eased the baskets down onto the dirt.
“Go and lay the blanket out over there,” Siobhan said to Conall, pointing at a space on the ground.
“Yes, Ma.”
“Ah, you made it then, Siobhan,” Beth, a plump, rosy–cheeked woman called to them from under the oak. “Don’t set up there, lad, you’ll be in the sun all afternoon. Come set up beside me in the shade.”
Conall looked at his mother and she nodded her approval.
“I didn’t expect to see you here, Beth, I thought you were helping with the tilling today,” Siobhan said as Conall unrolled the blanket.
“I was meant to, but I swapped with Feanna so I could try and sell what’s left of me lucky charms and smudge sticks. Gave her first pick of me charms in return.”
“Well, I hope we have a good day, the Sindale folk have been a bit strange lately.”
“I hope they don’t get worse, ain’t nowhere else close enough to trade with.”
“Not sure we’ll be trading with ‘em much longer. Seems to be less of ‘em coming these days and half of ‘em don’t buy anything.” Siobhan picked up one of the baskets and began arranging the potions on the blanket.
“Can’t say I’ve noticed.”
“They brought a sick child to the village last moon. Marla didn’t have any salves prepared, so she used her healing magic to save the boy. She said the mother was so scared, she nearly left the boy behind in her haste to leave.”
“It’s a worry, people being strange like that. I’d of thought they’d see more magic in bigger towns,” Beth said. “Anyway, you’d better hurry up, it looks like the Sindale folk are starting to arrive.” She gestured towards the path that led to the village entrance.  Siobhan looked around to see a small group heading towards the market. “And I’d be careful not to use any magic around them for the time being.” Beth added. Siobhan nodded.
“Conall, take this for me, love,” Siobhan said. Conall took the basket his mother proffered as the townfolk approached. He crouched down and continued to unpack the phials.
A woman in a white dress approached and stopped in front of them.
“Looking for anything in particular?” Siobhan asked.
“Yes, I’m after some of your healing salves, you know, the ones that get rid of spots.”
“How many would you like?” Siobhan reached towards some bottles.
“I’ll take five, please.”
A stocky, bald man with bushy grey eyebrows pushed his way through the small crowd that was forming.
“What salves are you looking for?” Siobhan asked with a smile.
“I don’t want no salves,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I want the recipe. How much will it cost me?”
Her smile disappeared. “I’m sorry, the recipe isn’t for sale. If you made it wrong—”
“I don’t want to hear excuses, just sell me the recipe.”
“No. It’s not for sale,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her.
“Why should you lot be able to make your own healing salves, while we have to walk a whole day to get them from you?” he said, jabbing his finger towards Siobhan. “You should give us the recipe and let us make our own.”
Conall stepped in front of his mother. She straightened her back and took a deep breath. “As I was trying to explain, it’s dangerous if you don’t know how to mix them. You could end up poisoning yourself.”
“Bulldust, you just don’t want to share!” he snarled, his face reddening as he clenched his jaw.
Conall’s body tensed, his knuckles turning white.

Allan Walsh writes Fantasy and Horror. If you’re looking for something new to read in these genres, why not check out his books here

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Apologies for error on post :(

Oh no - picture by Tom Woodward

Oh no – picture by Tom Woodward

Hello Readers,

Last week I was over the moon to release my new short story ‘Easy Prey’. I jumped onto my blog, typed up a post to announce it to the world and included a link to the book. I must now apologise to all my readers that clicked on the link and found themselves on my ‘Blood Rage boxed Set’ buy page. It appears that in my excitement, I made a rookie error, placing the wrong link on the post… Doh!

I have now corrected the link to redirect to Easy Prey on Amazon. I am sorry if this caused any confusion, banging heads off walls or book rage outbursts. And just so you don’t have to go back and find the fixed link on the previous post, the correct link is here.

Happy Reading.

Easy Prey by Allan Walsh – Now Available on Amazon.

Easy Prey High Res e-book cover

Hello Readers,

Just a quick post to let you all know that my new short horror story ‘Easy Prey’ is now available on Amazon for USD 0.99c. I have also enrolled it in KDP Select, so those that subscribe to Kindle Unlimited/Kindle Owners Lending Library, you will be able to read it without purchasing.

Here are the links to Amazon:

Amazon .com

If you pick up a copy, please let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy the read

Allan Walsh writes Fantasy and Horror. If you’re looking for something new to read in these genres, why not check out his books here

So You Want To Sample My Writing, Do You? Well, here is a taste of ‘Blood and Fear’

Blood and Fear 3D render*Please note that the 3D render of the cover is not to scale, this is only a short story of approx. 37 pages. This story is exclusive to the ‘Blood Rage Series’ boxed set.

Hello Readers,

Here is the next instalment of my posts, sharing samples of my work. This is an excerpt from my short story titled ‘Blood and Fear’. I hope you enjoy this Glimpse into the beginnings of the Blood Rage series.

Blood and Fear

by Allan Walsh

“The sword came down on his arm, hacking deep into his flesh. He cried out in pain… ” Siobhan crossed to the window—a small square hole in the wall—and leant on the sill to watch the sun go down behind the mountains.

“What happened next?” Caitlin asked.

Siobhan spun around, teeth bared, hands held high with fingers clawed. “Rarrr… the rage took him. His body bubbled and bulged—”

“Siobhan! What are you doing? You’re going to give her nightmares again,” her ma said.

“What? She knows krags aren’t real.”

“They are so, your grandpa saw one once, The Goddess rest his soul. Said it were a huge monster, ugly as sin with muscles of rock, but that’s not the point. You’re scaring your sister.”

“Sorry, I was just telling her a story,” she turned back to the window; the reddish-orange glow beyond lighting up the thatched roofs of the little round huts, making them look like a cluster of giant embers.

“I know, love. But next time make it a nice one about the fairy folk. Now into bed with you.”

Siobhan sighed and climbed under the covers. Her mother kissed her on the forehead.

“Sleep well love. And as for you, little one,” she said, turning towards Caitlin. “You’d better sleep in my bed tonight.”

“Yay!” Caitlin said. She threw her arms around Siobhan and hugged her. “Night, Shonny,”

Siobhan kissed her sister on the cheek. “Night, Caitlin.”

The thick woollen curtain fell across the doorway as her mother and sister left the room. She let out a yawn, pulled up the cover and drifted off to sleep.

It seemed like only moments later when a shrill scream woke her. Siobhan leapt out of bed and rushed to the window, drawn by the yells and the screams and the crash of things breaking. Dark shapes ran about, silhouetted against the glow of fire that lit the village behind. Something crashed inside the hut and Siobhan jolted around. She ran to the doorway and peeked through the gap beside the curtain. Her eyes widened. The door to the hut hung from one hinge, hot coals from the fire pit scattered all around, kindling fiery life into the hides that covered the floor. A huge muscle-bound creature held her mother’s limp body in the air, one giant hand wrapped around her neck, while his massive foot pounded down upon her father’s head. Her little sister lay broken on the ground beside their father. Siobhan slapped her hand over her open mouth and yanked the gap in the curtain closed.

What? A Krag! It can’t… Caitlin… Mum… Dad. They’re all dead.

She stumbled backwards, her head jerking left and right, searching for somewhere, anywhere to hide. She cast her eyes down to the floor. The darkness beneath her bed beckoned to her.




Siobhan hid beneath the bed, trembling, eyes wide open, her heart thumping in her chest. She stared at the curtain hanging across the doorway, tears welling as she watched the orange glow of flames lap at the gap below. She clamped her hands against her ears, desperate to dampen the shouts and screams from all around. Smoke wafted in under the curtain, filled the room with an acrid smell. It stung her eyes and she wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks. The curtain began to smoulder and she heard the crackle of burning wood beyond. A cough escaped her lips and she covered her mouth to stifle the noise, praying the monster wouldn’t find her.

A crash came from behind the curtain and Siobhan jumped, banging her head on the bottom of the bed. A corn dolly fell from above and landed beside her.

I’m going to die if I stay here… I need to go.

She slid out from under the bed; pain flashed through her scalp as her hair caught on the rough-hewn wood. Siobhan gritted her teeth and jerked free, long red strands left dangling from the timber frame. Smoke chafed the back of her throat as she scrambled to her feet, coughing into the crook of her arm, grabbing at the sill with her free hand. She hauled herself up to the window, head sticking out into the night air beyond, body wriggling, leaning forward, slumping to the dirt below.

Her bare feet dug at the frost-covered ground as she sprang up, head jolting this way and that, searching for an escape. She turned to run and a massive hand clamped around her throat, throwing her to the ground. A hulking mass bore down on her, ripping the linen gown from her body in one powerful yank. Siobhan tried to scream, but no sound escaped her mouth. Her eyes bulged as she struggled, clawing at his huge fingers. The creature looked down at her, fire in his eyes, as cries and screams pierced the air around him. He licked his lips and grinned.

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Cover Reveal for my New Short Story – Easy Prey.

Hello Readers,

I mentioned in a recent post that I will be doing a cover reveal for my new short story – Easy Prey. The story has a horror theme and is about Mack Conway, a guy who’s a bit of a creep. He has a thing for the ladies, but they don’t have a thing for him. His life could be better if he was a nicer guy – can he change his ways?

I plan to release Easy Prey on Kindle Unlimited/KDP Select soon.

Enough chat, here is the cover. I hope you like it.

Easy Prey High Res e-book cover

Allan Walsh writes Fantasy and Horror. If you’re looking for something new to read in these genres, why not check out his books here

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A Quick Update for Horror Fans

Image by Jcrakow

Image by Jcrakow

Hello Readers,

I have some exciting news for you, I have recently finished reviewing my editor’s comments on a new short horror story I’ve written. I have amended the story based on the edits and I am very pleased with the final polish of this piece. I think it has buffed off the tarnishes and made it shine. I have also secured a cover for the story and plan to do a cover reveal in the near future, I just need to sort out if I am keeping the working title or amending it and if I’m going to apply a tag line (I will if I can think of something suitable).

My plan is to release this in KDP Select to see how it goes. Once the Amazon exclusive period is up, I will look at going out on a wider distribution. I will let you know if and when this happens.

In the mean time, I wish you some scary reading.

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Book Review – Mastering Online Marketing by Magnus Unemyr.

MASTERING ONLINE MARKETING - Create business success through content marketing, lead generation, and marketing automation.: Learn email marketing, search ... and Entrepreneurship Series Book 1)MASTERING ONLINE MARKETING – Create business success through content marketing, lead generation, and marketing automation.: Learn email marketing, search … and Entrepreneurship Series Book 1) by Magnus Unemyr

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Book Review – Mastering Online Marketing by Magnus Unemyr
Mastering Online Marketing by Magnus Unemyr is a non-fiction book that covers the principles behind online marketing.

The Bad Stuff: There really isn’t much to say here. There were one or two sentences that were not worded correctly, some images did not work on my Kindle, but were fine on my PC Kindle App, and there was a little repetition. All small things that I could easily ignore.

The Good Stuff: This book is very informative and it is free on Amazon. There is a lot of info inside and it covers why you should do things a certain way, which for me, is always a bonus. I like to understand the why, so I know when I can break the rules and try things a little differently. The book covers everything from email marketing and Search Engine optimization, through to Google Analytics. This book is well worth picking up for the ‘price’ – did I mention it is free?

Overall I found this book very informative. I learnt a few things and gained a better understanding of online marketing.
This one gets 4 out of 5 golden bookmarks from me.

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So You Want To Sample My Writing, Do You? Well, here is a taste of ‘Darkness in Shadows’

Darkness in Shadows 3D render

*Please note that the 3D render of the cover is not to scale, this is only a short story of approx. 30 pages. 

Hello Readers,

Here is the second instalment of my posts sharing samples of my work. This is an excerpt from the second short story I published, titled ‘Darkness in Shadows’. I hope you enjoy this little morsel of fiction.

Darkness in Shadows

by Allan Walsh


Moscow, 10.00 am, March 25th, 1986.

Kochenkov brushed his tunic smooth as he waited outside the rust covered door. He stared at the cracks in the grey concrete walls and wondered how much of a blast the old bunker would take if there was an attack. The handle of the door clunked and he straightened as it creaked open.
“Colonel Gorev is waiting for you, Captain,” said a young blond soldier, saluting before he exited.
Kochenkov removed his flat cap, pushed it up under his arm and stepped through the doorway.
“Ah, Captain Kochenkov, what news do you bring for me today?” said the fat man behind the metal desk. He was trying to light his black and gold Sobranie. The smell of lighter fuel and ground flint wafted from his Zippo, filling the dimly lit room, as he repeatedly tried to strike a flame.
“Such good machinery in these American Zippo, I just don’t have the knack to use them,” the colonel said, as he clacked the lid shut and threw the lighter on the desk.
Kochenkov picked up the lighter and shook it. With a flick of his wrist, the top clicked open and he spun the flint-wheel against the palm of his other hand. A small ball of flame burst up and settled into a flickering cone of blue and white. The three gold stars on Gorev’s shoulder glistened as he leant forward and put his cigarette to the flame. He sucked a breath through the golden filter and puffed out a cloud of smoke, then started flicking through documents on his desk.
“Well Captain, what have you heard?”
“Colonel, our spies report the Americans have completed their new weapon.”
The colonel’s cigarette drooped from his lips and he looked up at Kochenkov.
“And … does it work, comrade?”
“We’re not sure Colonel, they’re still running tests, but our contact says the initial results show a high probability.”
“I’m going to need a copy of their plans, Captain.”
“Yes Colonel, I will arrange it.”


Nevada, 12.15pm March 30th, 1986.

Corporal Jackson stood looking around the lab, running his fingers across the stubble on his head. He could see the corrugated roof of the huge, converted hangar, looming above. He had counted at least twenty doors on his way to room 13b and wondered just how many rooms there could be under this one shelter.
“You there, what’s your name?”
“Corporal John Jackson, Ma’am.”
“Well Corporal Jackson, the damn batteries keep dying on this thing, give me a hand to move it,” Dr Norris said as she pushed a hunk of metal towards the centre of the lab.
“Yes Ma’am,” the corporal replied as he placed his hands on top of the contraption and pushed. It gleamed in shiny chrome; its two antennae stuck out at symmetrical angles, facing forwards, and loops of wires coiled beneath the long cellular panels that stuck out to the rear. It looked like a large mechanical insect. “What is this thing anyway?”

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Book Review – Bleach Vol 16

Bleach, Volume 16Bleach, Volume 16 by Tite Kubo

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Once you have reviewed one volume of Bleach there is not much more to say . They are all enjoyable for me. Some a little more than others, but in general my review will be much the same. So for this volume all I will say is I liked it a bit more than some of the others. There is lots of action and one scary hollow.

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