Lady Isobel and the Phantom Children.

Another child. One more mouth to feed and yet I still could not produce a male heir. An heir he wished desperately to have. As soon as the squalling babe was out of my womb it was handed to him and decreed not his. My heart sank. Another girl.

Drat, the life we lived. Girls were just as worthy to inherit the estate. If only the men of the world saw it.

I was weak from birth. The pregnancy this time had been tougher than the others on my body. I was no longer a young maiden fresh into wedlock but middle-aged.

Instead of asking after me. He, my husband asked when I could have another. The doctor didn’t meet his eyes as he shook his head and told him that it would take several weeks or months for me to recover.

Life after that got hard. No longer adored by my husband I was ignored, punished and eventually locked me in a tower with nothing but a window. Just because I couldn’t bare him anymore children. More importantly I could no longer bare him an heir.

I sat for several days hoping that my husband would bring me nourishment. Food sustenance of any kind. But he did not. Anger flared within me at his dixpicable act. I went to the one and only window in the tower and looked down at the rocks below. There was no way to escape. No way to climb. No way but death.

But I vowed to punish him one way or another for his crime as I let my body fall to the rocks below.


And punish him she did. It is told that the Lady Isobel and her children lurk among the estate even to this day.


P. S. Look out for my books coming soon.

The Hell Fire Club…

An unassuming abandoned hunting lodge on Montpelier hill in Dublin. It was believed to be a freemason lodge built around 1725. They didn’t realise that they built the lodge on a cairn with a prehistoric passage grave on the summit.

Now for those not well versed with a cairn and in particular, a passage grave, it is an ancient burial ground with one or more people laid to rest covered in stone and dirt. These structures date from the neolithic age.

Stones from this cairn were taken to build the lodge. When construction was finished a storm blew the roof off.


I think not. But then again I’m a little superstitious and would not disturb a person’s resting place. This was not the last incident either. Stories of debauchery and occult practices came with the Hell Fire club and rumours of demonic manifestations came with the lodge.

Among these rumours, the supernatural followed the Hell Fire club off the lodge when it burned to the ground several years later. When the club moved it was said that a massive black cat haunted them.

Punishment maybe?

In any case, the grounds and the hill are open to the public to walk if they dare.

Would you?


P. S. Look out for my books in the near future.

The World of Gimmok

Hey there everybody! Wanted to let you know that, after a long time of not having the time to go back to it, I decided to put my debut book “How to Be an Adventurer” back up on Amazon on Kindle Unlimited.

It had a small but fun heyday, a small handful of fans and detractors. I didn’t exactly know what I was doing in terms of getting the word out there, and not a lot of people read it.

But then I started posting chapters here, and people started reading and liking it. Now, with how busy things have gotten, I want to put it up here. 99 cents on Amazon, available on Kindle Unlimited as well.

The story of Yenrab the Half Orc starts of serious but quickly devolves into a Dnd satire, one that mocks tropes, fortuitiously footnotes, and overall just plays with the genre. A tale based on the real adventures that my Dnd party played with me back when I DMed a campaign.

I love it still. If you read it, and you enjoy it, I hope that you review it. If enough people like it, I can pick it back up and write a second book like I always had wanted to 🙂