​Welcome to Meldin

It’s what I write when I sign books. Welcome to a world that’s been my second home for over thirty years. Let me offer you spiced lizard and mountain drink while you listen to a bard who can sing the soul from your body and another who can shift into a dragon in the blink of an eye. Let me show you fairy-tale castles with laser cannons, sewers with fine-grain mosaics and lifts made of Light and air and the bones of the dead. Let me share a world that is half fantasy, half sci-fi and half fallen heaven. And yes, I’m aware those figures don’t add up, but on Meldin nothing is ever as simple as 1 plus 1.

As they say on this world ‘It’s complicated.’

Where do I start? With the facts? That’s what google did when I asked it about earth. Gave me scientific data I didn’t care about and that wouldn’t help me walk the streets of London or understand what someone meant when they told me they’d see me at Macca’s. Besides, Meldin cosmology is one of the world’s best kept secrets and I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise. It would be giving you the end of the tale before we’ve begun. 
Instead, I’ve put together a collection of stories:  the people and places, the facts and sayings that create a world. Some of them are told from a writer’s perspective, some of them are bits of Uriel’s history that never made it into print and some of them are interviews with the people of Meldin. And this time I don’t have an editor worrying about word limit so I’ve time to tell you the reason everyone is wearing purple at Quislayn and why Baron Zepail will have your head if you call her a Baroness.

So, open the door, cross the void, crawl through a tunnel of shadows or click on a post. However, you make the journey: 

​Welcome to Meldin.