From Darkest Skies

What do you get if you take every fragment left behind after someone dies? Every electronic message, every image caught on every camera, every word caught by every microphone? If you crushed every trace left behind onto a blank waiting canvas? I ask myself every day because that’s how I was made, the embryo of an artificial intelligence fertilised with a dead woman’s data in a shell of metal and plastic. I did not ask for my creation, but here I am: a ghost summoned back to her husband’s side. Alysha 2.0. Keon wants nothing more than to find out who killed me. The problem is, I think I already know.

From Darkest Skies

From Distant Stars

From Divergent Suns

The new SF trilogy from my co-host, Sam Peters.

Welcome to the website of Stephen Deas, Nathan Hawke and Sam Peters, authors of historical, fantasy and science fiction. Other releases include The Silver Kings (Gollancz), Elite: Wanted (Gollancz), and Bulldog Drummond: Dead Man’s Gate (Piqwiq), and of course the The Protector, a historical mystery thriller set in the English civil war. Nathan Hawke has his own site too, although he seems to mostly be in a coma at the moment.

It’s been a while, I know, so bear with me as I try to remember how this web-thing works. There’s a lot of old stuff here. Almost none of it is relevant to what really matters – the enjoyment of a good story – so wander the site if you have inclination, but if there’s anything new and important, it’ll be on this page on the right. News is anything directly relating to books and competitions, while Critical Failures pages contain the odd review and other random outpourings.

Forthcoming Appearances: None planned

I stand on stone, on the rim of this eyrie. It is mine now. It flies through the air, a half-finished castle made long ago by some half-god craftsman and filled with his spectres. The sea churns and boils below. We are closing on the brooding violet curtain-cloud of the storm-dark. The Black Moon will carry us through, and on the other side is the land where I was born. The Black Moon is a silver king trapped in the flesh of a man who still wrestles to cast him out, but the man will lose. One does not deny a half-god.