Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Stuck for Christmas Pressie Ideas?

Well, look no further because C is for Cabbage is out now.


And what a beauty she is too. 

In aid of Aoibheann’s Pink Tie, the national children’s cancer charity, C is for Cabbage is a collection of 20 short stories from 17 truly terrified authors. Open with care, because the pages are crawling with fairies, lobsters, and strangely hip dinosaurs. There’s magic and enchantment, detective twins and drunken wizards. It’s got ghosts, ghouls, and lovestruck vampires; zombies, secret societies, and strange little men who tinker with toys. With fun and frolics, and maybe a mild curse or two, (not to mention an extraordinary pair of knitting needles,) C is for cabbage is sure to have something for everyone, children and adults alike.

Available in eBook and paperback (and soon to be in audio format too). All royalties from sales of the book go to Aoibheann's Pink Tie. 

A fun, worthy, and beautiful Christmas present, I think you'll all agree.


Tuesday, October 24, 2017

PMP October eBook Sale

Red Wine and Words, with her smashing, brand new cover, is going for pittance right now, pittance, in the Post Mortem Press annual October eBook sale. There are a host of other great reads there too, but the sale ends soon, so grab it while you can.

Friday, September 22, 2017

Red Wine and Words Two-Point-Oh

Well, would you catch a gander at who went out and got herself a whole new look?



Fancy, huh? And it's not just the outside neither!

EBook available now from Amazon.com and Amazon UK. Paperback coming soon.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Emma Ennis Inc.

My business cards arrived today. I figured I'd need them in case, you know, I ran into Guillermo del Toro in the t'local pub some night and hadn't a copy of my book on hand.

Either way, Guillermo or no, having business cards has a serious pong of adult off it. Wouldn't you agree?


One of my first duties as adult was to blur the contact details. This grown up stuff ain't so dippicult.

Friday, September 8, 2017

Whole Lotta Nuffin

Things have been so busy lately I haven't had time to brag about it. But, coming soon will be reveals, releases, events, news, and bragging galore.

End cryptic post.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

School Days Weren't All That Bad

In passing the da's ever-on telly today I heard the words, 'by sundown' and this poem from my school days came back to me, word for word, in its entirety. (High five, brain.) And it's still a favourite, to this day.

The Conquerors

By sundown we came to a hidden village
Where all the air was still
And no sound met our tired ears, save
For the sorry drip of rain from blackened trees
And the melancholy song of swinging gates.

Then through a broken pane some of us saw
A dead bird in a rusting cage, still
Pressing his thin, tattered breast against the bars
His beak wide open.
And as we hurried through the weed-grown street
A gaunt dog started out from some dark place
And shambled off on legs as thin as sticks
Into the woods to die at least in peace.

No one had told us victory was like this;
There was not one amongst us who'd have eaten bread
Before he'd filled the mouth of the grey child
That sprawled stiff as a stone before the shattered door.
There was not one who did not think of home.

by Henry Treece

Any other favourites out there?

Thursday, October 27, 2016