It’s been over a year since I’ve written a catch up post, so I thought it was time to do another. So grab a cup of what you fancy and find a comfy seat. Here’s what’s been happening in the Read more…
Back in January, I set myself a challenge of reading 12 books in 2024. That may not seem like a lot to many readers, but it’s a realistic figure for me. I do struggle to fit in daily reading time Read more…
Quite a lot of readers have asked me this question, so I thought I’d answer it here on my blog. Just in case you’re new to my writing, the Haven Chronicles series is made up (so far) of two books, Read more…
There’s a long-standing tradition of romance playing a part in adventure storylines. Whether it’s the chivalry of King Arthur’s court or the love between Rose and the Doctor in Doctor Who, romance is often key to creating a rich and Read more…
It’s my first blog post of the new year, so I thought it was time to have a catch-up and reintroduce myself and my books. My name is Fi Phillips. I’m a fantasy author, freelance copywriter, wife and mum, and Read more…
One of the best things about the winter season, even when the weather is rainy and miserable, is that it gives us the perfect excuse to snuggle up indoors and get some reading done. And even if we don’t get Read more…
November has rolled around so quickly, and the end of another year is in sight. So it’s time to look back at how 2023 has treated me. Here’s my yearly review. Book 3 of the Haven Chronicles I greatly admire Read more…
“That was easier than I thought,” said Babs. “Too easy,” said Sheila. “He won’t be a happy chappie,” said Constance. “I don’t think he really does happy,” said Gwen. The Graveyard Tap sat, unsurprisingly, on the border of a graveyard. Read more…
“Expecting someone?” Sally handed out plates of food from the trolley. “Chicken drumsticks?” “That’s for me, dear,” said Babs. “We’re not expecting anyone, no.” “Meat pie?” “Me please,” said Constance. “Here you are. That gentleman by the bar’s been watching Read more…
“Here they come. Seven pm on the dot.” Harold, landlord of the Graveyard Tap public house, nodded to the four elderly women as they sauntered in. “They’re not regulars.” Sally finished pulling a pint of ale. “They’re here every Halloween,” Read more…