Icarus Child

Once there was an island, and on that island there lived a boy, but before that boy there was another child. And before that child there were three sisters.Those sisters had a brother.His name was Icarus.Britain 163 BCOn a small island just off the south coast, three sisters are determined to survive against nature's unmerciful odds, but their brother is mad, everyone thinks they are strange and old voices cry on the wind.Battling against love, grief, selkies and ghosts, middle sister Raccanta will face many tests of her strength if she intends to keep her sisters safe – and her promises intact. For on the mainland there lives a man who walks the woods and shows Raccanta a world that could tempt her far away.Except the island keeps what it takes and it has no intentions of letting any of its sisters go. Having an overactive imagination hasn't always been a good thing: I spent much of my childhood scared of the dark and terrified by the stories my older sister told me (mostly to stop her being the only one afraid of the dark). These days I find it useful. I love stories, I love fantasy, I love things with wings, stars and the world around me, and I have great fun combining them all into my stories.Born in the UK, I live in the wild south-west where I run around with my dogs and get bossed about by cats, while taking photos of gorgeous landscapes, reading lots of books and climbing rocks.I've also been known to write stories. Off the southern coast of Iron Age Britain there lies an island whose shore is gnawed by the hungry sea. Small and sparse on the surface, it seems a dull and barren place. Except for the voices that call on the wind.Some call it cursed, others prefer not to speak of it at all, but for those who set foot on its shores it is hard to forget.Because what the island takes, it keeps. Including its sisters, the children they have and all the souls who have ever died within its long reach.The island watches and waits and plots and plans - but what it wants most of all is a new Icarus to lead it to freedom.

Once there was an island, and on that island there lived three cousins…Britain 142 BCThe Sisters of Icarus may all be gone, but the next generation remains. Bitter, half-selkie and broken, the three women are different in many ways, yet one thing connects them: the island and its quest for a new Icarus.Ghosts and family, selkies and betrayal, love and loss, these cousins are on a journey that will change all of their lives. And when the stars fall nothing will ever be the same again.For there will be a new Icarus – the island will accept nothing less.No matter what the cost. Having an overactive imagination hasn't always been a good thing: I spent much of my childhood scared of the dark and terrified by the stories my older sister told me (mostly to stop her being the only one afraid of the dark). These days I find it useful. I love stories, I love fantasy, I love things with wings, stars and the world around me, and I have great fun combining them all into my stories.Born in the UK, I live in the wild south-west where I run around with my dogs and get bossed about by cats, while taking photos of gorgeous landscapes, reading lots of books and climbing rocks.I've also been known to write stories. Off the southern coast of Iron Age Britain there lies an island whose shore is gnawed by the hungry sea. Small and sparse on the surface, it seems a dull and barren place. Except for the voices that call on the wind.Some call it cursed, others prefer not to speak of it at all, but for those who set foot on its shores it is hard to forget.Because what the island takes, it keeps. Including its sisters, the children they have and all the souls who have ever died within its long reach.The island watches and waits and plots and plans - but what it wants most of all is a new Icarus to lead it to freedom.

Once there was an island and on that island there lived a boy…Britain 135 BCOrphaned at birth and raised by his aunt on an isolated island, Icastar has led a far from normal life. His body is misshapen, his days are tormented by whispering winds and demanding ghosts, and he only has seals for friends.But there is more to this boy than his physical hardships and lonely location. The island and his own body might try to hold him down, caging him inside a world of pain, but he is the Icarus Child.One day he will fly – or die trying.Freedom is at stake, and failure is no longer an option. Having an overactive imagination hasn't always been a good thing: I spent much of my childhood scared of the dark and terrified by the stories my older sister told me (mostly to stop her being the only one afraid of the dark). These days I find it useful. I love stories, I love fantasy, I love things with wings, stars and the world around me, and I have great fun combining them all into my stories.Born in the UK, I live in the wild south-west where I run around with my dogs and get bossed about by cats, while taking photos of gorgeous landscapes, reading lots of books and climbing rocks.I've also been known to write stories. Off the southern coast of Iron Age Britain there lies an island whose shore is gnawed by the hungry sea. Small and sparse on the surface, it seems a dull and barren place. Except for the voices that call on the wind.Some call it cursed, others prefer not to speak of it at all, but for those who set foot on its shores it is hard to forget.Because what the island takes, it keeps. Including its sisters, the children they have and all the souls who have ever died within its long reach.The island watches and waits and plots and plans - but what it wants most of all is a new Icarus to lead it to freedom.