Category - Blurbs

“It’s a secret to everybody.” In this public domain book you will find hundreds of ideas for new video game things. Ideas for controllers, consoles, gimmicks, but most of all ideas to put into new video games. This is a handwritten book containing helpful drawings for those ideas. This book is of free use with or without credit.

It’s like a game designer getting trapped elevator with a fanboy who’s got all these “great” ideas, but also, the designer pays for it!

An infinity of inner peace and balance rest upon the integrity of the way of the warrior knight. Through walking in love and wisdom our glorified supernatural body will blossom in faith and rectitude as a child of light. Through the grace of the Holy Spirit, as we walk as one with the spirit of truth, Bushido is the way of the warrior knight. This is my crest and the path I choose to follow. The one and only promise I have given to the Holiest Spirits, our Divine Father. T.M. Kolt (Tony the Mystical Knight of Light)

Thank you, Tony, for warning us ahead of time that you don’t know what a poem is.

Timintootal is the third biggest town in the Southwest of Caledonia and until nineteen-sixty-four it was open farmland surrounding an ancient village on the road north between Knapsdaile and Glenfinnan, Caledonia’s biggest city.
After many years of spectacular growth, what was once quite the mouthful for its many visitors to say it was shortened, by the local inhabitants, to simply Timintootal and it’s in this colourful part of Caledonia that the story begins.

To reiterate, the description doesn’t actually get as far as telling us anything about the story itself.

‘And before you ask, I had a very comprehensive background check done so yes I know all about your quirky wee ways…. so are you in or out?’ but what neither Aiden nor Lexi knew was that they were about to step into the unknown but would they survive to tell the tale?

This author is a treasure.

Aurorastar Sparkles, the young colourful sparkle bird stretched, yawned more than she really needed to and then coughed three times to clear her throat and when she was ready she said, ‘…….’ nothing because it was nothing that came out, so she tried again, and again and still nothing came out.
‘My goodness,’ she said, ‘now what will I do because all colourful sparkle birds are supposed to be able to say twisty-two first thing in the morning, aren’t they?’
‘Aren’t they?’ she repeated but there wasn’t anyone there to answer her question and there should have been so, where were they?

Leave the reader with a question. Don’t leave the reader questioning your sanity.