Author has written 11 stories for Final Fantasy VII, and Merlin.
Shwmae! Ti'n iawn? Cŵl. Bendigedig! Croeso i fy mhrofill. Gobeithio ei fod yn ddifyr, ac nid yw'n eich diflasu i ddagrau. Dwy'n byw yn gobaith...
My name's Ellie, and I'm Welsh (suprise, suprise). If you know what that means please treat yourself to some gratuitous applause. I'm a writer and artist currently residing in a much smaller and generally downmarket version of the bat cave, drowning under more sheets of paper than should fit in one room. I can't see the paper/air balance redressing itself any time soon, not least because I had to fire Alfred due to lack of money. My day job pays for my pony, not my butler, sadly.
I mainly write fantasy and adventure. Usually short stories, the occasional epic length funfest comes spewing out of my brain cavaties now and again. I write for my own pleasure, and the pleasure of others, and love all the possibilities that stories can give. There's nothing better than creating characters and watching them develop over time with challenges and relationships.
I have trouble leaving things alone. The longest running story I have been writing has been continuously revised since being written in 2004, and is still evolving and changing in what IS the final rewrite. If something looks as though it's done, it will get poked with a stick until I'm satisfied that it is. Everything I write seems slow to update on here, as it is all handwritten first (total number of lever arch and snap files to date = 9, loose leaf cardboard boxes = 4, filing cabinet drawers = 2, Christmas gift bags = 2, disused clothing drawers = 1, piles shoved under the bed = 1. I think my husband may throttle me if any more appear that are not safely filed away), so anything that sees the light of internet is already on second draft before upload. Please be patient with me and my foolish update times.
UPDATE: There is now 1 pile under the clothes rail.
Some 'interesting' things about me:
ͼ I married my childhood sweetheart
ͼ My mother is a practicing witch who specialises in healing, palm reading and curses. She likes variety.
ͼ I share my birthplace with Merlin.
ͼ And I share my birthday with Elvis, Stephen Hawking, David Bowie, William Hartnell and Kim Jong-Un.
ͼ I have a retired army gecko named Barry, and a geriatric arabian horse named Solo (منفردا) with only three and a half feet.
I make piles of artwork for my stories. Character art, covers, illustrations. It all ends up here:
In progress (Merlin):
ͼ Ffurflenni (Returns) After Camlann, Merlin must wait for Arthur's return. But this is a great, wide world, populated by souls old and new. Eternity is a long time, and Arthur is not the only one destined to return. A set of drabbles and shorts on the intermittent returns of some familiar faces...
ͼ Royal Retreat - Following the backlash of one of his bright ideas, Arthur and Merlin find themselves stranded in Lot's kingdom. With an enemy patrol, and an entire camp of wronged bandits blocking their escape through the woods, they've no choice but to get word to Camelot and wait for rescue. Yet, that may be easier said than done... (set between series 4 & 5)
ͼ In all but blood - No child comes into the world without a destiny. Even when that destiny it is to bring about the start of another greater than one's own. The lives of a difficult prince and a laid back dragonlord-in-waiting cross and their individual destinies are set in motion, neither realising just how closely tied their predetermined purposes truly are. The formative years of two friends so close that they consider themselves brothers in all but blood. Whose lives lay mapped out before them in more ways than they know, nor would ever want to.
ͼ The Red Dragon (Book one) - Camelot is abuzz with excitement. The time is finally at hand for the peace talks towards the unification of Albion to begin. Gwen must play her part as the regal ruler, and Merlin is run off his feet ensuring that everything goes smoothly. But with so many former enemies gathered together in close quarters, how much of his old suspicion is justifiable, and how much is paranoia? Will Albion come to pass and the next part of his destiny be fulfilled? Or are there those who conspire against the golden age of prosperity foreseen since ancient times?
ͼ (Prologue) Forbrecan ond Gestrician - A year has passed since Camlann and the loss of Arthur, and Guinevere has settled into her role as sole ruler of Camelot. Magic has returned to the Kingdom, and the people are at peace. But more was lost with Arthur's death than the man himself. For the past year, something else has been missing from Camelot. A situation that may soon be remedied.
The Red Dragon Trilogy
ͼ (Book two) Réod ond Hwíte - News has reached Camelot of an army massing just beyond the Northern borders, led by a warlord feared through the whole of Albion. As worst fears come to pass, and new journeys begin, how can magic prevail when its very foundations are thrown out of balance?
ͼ (Book Three) Throw down the sword - ??? (lol)
ͼ Bear-faced cheek - It was supposed to be THE grand commission. A celebration of his hunting skill, physical prowess and wit. A painting to end all paintings: King Arthur, brave, strong, regal ... gorgeous... It was going to be great. So how the hell did THIS happen!?
ͼ How to train your Dragonlord - Collection of one shots, missing scenes and short tales from 'The Red Dragon' and 'In all but blood' continuities.
ͼ The uncanny- 'I am possessed of the knowledge, dear sister, that you will read this account with belief, convinced of its truthfulness for you are aware that I bear no propensity towards falsehood.' The end of season ball was nothing more than a necessary evil to the reclusive Emily. But the unbelievable events of that night will shatter the ordered and constrained world she has known thus far. What of the polite young gentleman so dull and ordinary to the eye, but not as earthly as he first appears? For even the wild and windswept landscape of her native Yorkshire will seemed tamed and ordinary compared to this one uncanny Hallowe'en night on the streets of ancient Bath. (In progress. To be published Oct 31st 2014)
Κλήση του Δράκου
(Badly translated with no regard for syntax or grammar)
Έλα σε μένα o θηρίο της φλόγας,
Από πού φλόγα συναντά τον αέρα,
Καλώ σε σένα!
Klí̱si̱ tou Drákou
(Badly translated with no regard for syntax or grammar)
Éla se ména o thi̱río ti̱s flógas ,
Apó poú flóga synantá ton aéra ,
Kaló̱ se séna !
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