Sarah Barnard

Magical Portals, Spaceships and flying cars….

Category : New Releases

Spaceships

For the past week I’ve been running through edits for a new series.

The Portal series is complete, and although there may be a couple of prequels at some point, I’m not enjoying writing them right now so they’re back in storage, gathering dust until they become intriguing again.

But the new thing….

There’s no magic, but there are spaceships!

Earthlink: Impact.

Earthlink: ImpactSage is eighteen years old and, ever since she can remember, there’s been a voice in her head. She’ll tell you that she doesn’t hear voices, they don’t tell her to do anything. It’s just a single voice, and it doesn’t speak, it screams. She hears an unending scream as if the voice is someone in constant agonising pain.

She’s been told she’s hallucinating. She’s spent time in psychiatric care and on strong drugs that cut her off from her feelings, and she hates all of it.

But she’s not hallucinating, the voice is all too real and Sage has been watched for years in the hope that she’s not the only one who can hear. When Sage puts her life in danger, and it’s clear that she is unique, intervention is necessary.

Day three…

I think I see a pattern….

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.

Unwanted GiftsDecember 27th.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.

The day began bright and early and just as the sun was rising. I woke, worried that the damned turtle doves had been eaten, or escaped, or just flown away. But, no, they were happily sitting on the roof of the dove cote and they appear to have been decorating. Lovely. It’s a good job you left some seed for them. It was sort of fun feeding them this morning. Scatter some seed and watch them come to eat. They are rather cute, very decorative. I suppose they’ll stay as long as I keep feeding them. Would they survive if I let them go wild though? The sun, when it came up fully was gloriously bright, although still very cold. I need a large, strong coffee with my breakfast, or I’ll not function through today. Read More…

Day two…

This is just the beginning, poor Isobel.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.

Unwanted GiftsDecember 26th. Boxing day.

It may not be snowing but it’s cold and the garden is frozen solid where it’s not an icy swamp. No tree planting can commence in the near future. I hope the tree will survive being just dumped in an icy puddle outside the back door. No way was I going to walk down the garden in the dark, and anyway it’s sheltered by the back door so the tree should be fine. Aren’t they dormant if they have no leaves? Sort of like hibernating but without a cave, or fur. Read More…

A pear tree?

From my good friend, Isobel, who has had me in stitches at this….

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree.

Unwanted GiftsDecember 25th. Christmas day.

It’s not snowing, no White Christmas for me this year.

It started out just like the song, which sounds lovely when you’re singing it.

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree. Read More…