Cover Reveal: “Tales from the Cacao Tree”

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on October 18, 2015 by Michael Radcliffe

“Tales From The Cacao Tree” is an anthology of short stories and poems inspired by photographs of chocolate!

For this collection, our photographers were tasked with taking interesting photos of chocolate. The photographs for this book were provided by Martin David Porter (who has been a photographer for the series from book 1), Helle Gade (who’s provided photos and poems since book 2), and we were also joined by a new photographer, Kim Stapf.

My three stories for the collection are:

  1. A Taste of Love – a sad story about love lost
  2. Bittersweet – a tale about the lust for power, and revenge
  3. Choices – a story about the danger of getting what one asks for

Contributing writers for book 4 are:

Darcia Helle
Maria Savva
Julie Elizabeth Powell
Helle Gade
Ben Ditmars
Richard Weatherly

We’ll announce the publication date and pre-order information soon!


Cover Reveal:

The beautiful cover for the book was designed by Kat McCarthy, of Aeternum Designs, from a photograph taken by Helle Gade.

Tales from the Cacao Tree

New Release – “A Time to Tell” by Maria Savva

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on September 25, 2015 by Michael Radcliffe


A talented author, Maria Savva’s newest release is now available in paperback, and is scheduled to hit Amazon’s Kindle store October 14th.  Following is the synopsis and a trailer for the story:

A family saga spanning fifty years and three generations. . . Cara fell for the tall, dark, handsome stranger, fifty years before. Now Frederick is about to return to her life. Can true love stand the test of time? When Cara’s granddaughter, Penelope, flees her home to escape a violent husband, Cara’s world is turned upside down. She returns to Huddlesea, the town she grew up in. Her estranged sister Gloria is less than happy to see her again. Can they rebuild their relationship after the tragic circumstances that tore them apart? Benjamin, Cara’s eldest son, has been missing for sixteen years. She longs to see him again. Will their reunion be everything she had hoped for? In this romantic drama, history repeats itself for a family lost in secrets. After the lies, the Time has come to Tell.

A prolific author, Maria has published numerous stories including:

Stop by Amazon and download your copy – you won’t be disappointed.  Her stories will draw you in, bringing the characters to life and allowing you to share in their joys and sorrows.

Here are the links:


Coming Soon – Triptychs – a unique anthology

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on February 16, 2015 by Michael Radcliffe

I’m pleased to announce I have been invited to participate in a unique writing project with several very talented writers, whose work I admire.

Triptychs cover - front

Triptychs is the third book in the Mind’s Eye Series.  The book combines visual art and the written word, in the form of short stories and poetry.  In Triptychs, the same photograph was given to three different writers, and each had to interpret the image and write either a story or a poem.  A unique take on a collaborative writing project, it is fascinating to see how one picture can inspire three completely different tales.

Triptychs cover - back

I’ve posted a teaser below, in the form of the photographs I was given and some notes about the stories I was inspired to write.  Once it is released, I’ll post the links.


A Storm is Coming

This first photograph inspired me to write the story A Storm is Coming, the tale of two very different sisters and what can happen when jealousy rears its ugly head.  I’ll admit I must have been in a strange mood when I wrote the story, as I began with haiku’s to set the scene.

????????This beautiful photo of a carnival at sunset had me stumped for the longest time.  I stared at it repeatedly for almost two weeks before finally coming up with an idea, prompted by a suggestion from my wife.  I was finally inspired to write the story A Kiss at Sunset, about a young man who finally finds the love of his life – in a manner of speaking.

To learn more about the Mind’s Eye series, visit Darcia Helle’s website:

Book 1: Persepctives

Book 2: Reflections

Book 3: Triptychs – To be released shortly

A Halloween Short Story

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on October 20, 2014 by Michael Radcliffe


Watch your back, its Scarecrow Jack!

The horrible Pumpkin King!

When the frost is new, he’ll come for you,

The terrible Pumpkin King!

With eyes glowing red, you’ll soon be dead,

The dreadful Pumpkin King!

In the cold night air, you will despair,

Beware the Pumpkin King!

Jack trudged through piles of dry leaves that had accumulated on the sidewalks.  It was a chilly fall morning and he was on his way to school after missing the bus.  A pair of older boys had stolen his books again and hidden them in different places around the neighborhood.  It had taken him almost an hour to find them all, and by then he had missed the last bus to school.  It would be the third time this week he was late.  Mr. Perkins, the principal, would be sure to phone his parents again.  Jack’s father had been furious the last time and spent the better part of an hour lecturing Jack about how disappointed he was that his son was a weakling.  Apparently Jack must be doing something to bring this abuse upon himself, or so his father believed.

The boys and girls in his village had always made fun of him, but today had been even worse than usual.  For years he had been teased unmercifully and his father had told him to ‘be a man’ and to ignore the taunts.  No matter how hard he tried though, it still hurt.  He tried to make his heart a stone, to feel no emotion, but it never worked.

Jack had always been small for his size, and his straw colored hair was unruly no matter how hard he tried to tame it, but his eyes were the most unusual of all, for they were an odd golden-orange color.  At fifteen he was thin and lanky and the boys and girls at his school had taken to calling him ‘scarecrow’; once a group of boys had even tied him to a makeshift pole in the farmer’s field of pumpkins.  They had placed a paper crown on his head and taunted him for hours.

“Bow to the Pumpkin King!” They laughed as they threw rotten tomatoes at him and danced around the pole.  “Watch your back, its Scarecrow Jack!  What a loser!”

After the bullies left it had been hours before anyone responded to his cries for help, and he still had scars on his wrists from where the rope had cut into his skin.  The farmer was furious with Jack, warning him to stay out of his fields or he would set the dogs on him.  It didn’t help that the farmer’s son was the ringleader of the group that night.

Jack’s day at school was uneventful, although he was ordered to serve after school detention for arriving late.  His pleas had fallen on deaf ears and Mr. Perkins had spent several tense minutes on the phone with Jack’s father.  His father felt it appropriate that Jack walk home, as punishment for embarrassing his family yet again.

The light was beginning to fade as Jack walked home, and the cool autumn breeze stirred the leaves around him.  The streetlamps began to flicker and come to life and a misty rain began to fall.  As he walked down the lane he shivered; the forest loomed dark on his right, while fields of pumpkins stretched far out of sight on his left.  The wooden split-rail fence was in disrepair, and it was not uncommon for children to take a shortcut through the fields on their way home.  Jack did not want to anger the farmer however, and decided to stay on the main road.

The sound of a twig snapping in the shadows made Jack freeze.  Years of running from bullies had made him wary, and he listened closely for any further sounds.  After a few moments he heard the crunch of footsteps in the leaves.  Jack bolted for the fence, not caring any longer about angering the farmer.  He cleared the fence in a single leap and ran quickly between the rows of pumpkins.  The sun had now set and it was a crisp, cold night, the frost just beginning to form on the leaves and vines in the farmer’s field.  He looked over his shoulder and was terrified to see a pair of glowing red eyes floating in the air twenty paces behind him.

“YOU CAN’T RUN, LITTLE JACK, I’VE COME FOR YOUR SOUL,” bellowed a gruff, disembodied voice that echoed across the field.

Fear surged through Jack and he took off across the field like a scared rabbit.  As he leapt across a small stream that cut through the field, the glowing red eyes stopped their pursuit and fell to the ground.  The sound of laughter could be heard as Billy, the farmer’s son, and three of his friends guffawed at the sight of Jack running across the fields.  They congratulated themselves and decided to go back into town for hot chocolate, leaving their long wooden pole with two red lanterns attached lying in the field.

Jack ran until he could no longer hear any sounds of pursuit, but he was afraid to stop running.  He stumbled onward for what seemed like an hour, tears streaming down his face, and realized he had lost his bearings; he could see nothing but row after row of fat pumpkins.

He staggered onward until finally, exhausted, he collapsed in a heap amongst the giant pumpkins.  He shivered in the cold as he sobbed uncontrollably.  He knew he wasn’t supposed to be in this field – his mother had warned him hundreds of times not to wander this far out from the farm houses.  “The Pumpkin King will catch you and steal your soul,” she used to say.

An old wives’ tale used to scare children into doing as they were told, Jack knew the story was just a myth.  But the sight of the disembodied red eyes had truly scared him.  His heart was still thudding in his chest and his breath was coming in ragged gasps.  He huddled in the midst of a group of pumpkins and decided to hide until he was certain he was safe.


 The morning dawned cold and foggy, a dense mist covering the fields.  Jack stretched and looked around, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

I don’t remember falling asleep.

This part of the field did not look familiar at all, although it had been dark and he had been running for his life.

Where am I?  I was hiding among the pumpkins, but this is open field.

Jack stood up and looked around, and saw a crowd of people in the field not too far away down the hill.  There were a dozen or so of them, including the farmer and his son, gathered in a circle and pointing at something.

“Poor thing,” said a matronly old woman in a thick shawl.  “Must’ve been terrified to die out ‘ere, all alone like that.”

No one paid any attention as Jack walked up to get a better look.  As he drew near, he could see the body of a young boy, probably in his teens, curled up among the pumpkins.  The boy was about Jack’s size and had the same shaggy, straw colored hair.  The frost covering his skin glistened in the early morning sunlight, and as the mist receded, Jack could see his own face looking back at him, the orange colored eyes locked in a vacant stare.

“No!  It’s not me!  I’m not dead!” he said to the old woman, who looked right through him.

“I’M NOT DEAD!” he shouted to the people, but no one heard him.

His anger blossomed and surged out of control, the years of repressed hatred boiling forth in an unstoppable flood as he saw the smirk on Billy’s face.  The people in the crowd began shifting and looking at each other, as if something was very wrong.  The mist around them began to thicken into a cold, dense fog, and the farmers’ dogs began whimpering in fear.

“Not right, I tells ya,” drawled the old farmer.  “Not right som’un dien out ‘ere – it’ll wither the crops!”

“CROPS!?  You’re standing over my body and all you are worried about is your CROPS?”

That was the last straw for Jack.  Without knowing exactly how it happened, he lashed out in anger.  The green vines began to squirm and writhe along the ground like a mass of snakes.  Cracks appeared on the surface of the giant orange pumpkins, small at first, but growing larger, until cruel faces were formed.  Angular slits opened up and glowed a fiery red from within, matching the orange-red glow coming from Jack’s own eyes as he floated into the midst of the crowd.  The crowd didn’t notice that the small frozen body of Jack Thatch had disappeared, melting down among the vines; they were too busy staring in terror at the appearance of fiery red eyes and jagged toothy mouths opening in laughter.  In seconds, what had been a crop of prize winning pumpkins was transformed into a legion of grotesque, orange monsters.

The people screamed in panic as the field around them came alive.  Some tried to run, but green tendrils shot out from the vines and curled around their legs.  The old farmer swung his pitchfork down hard, trying to cut a path to safety, but he was quickly overwhelmed by the vines and was gone from sight in an instant.  Billy had tried to run to safety, but a thick, spikey vine had wrapped around his throat, silencing his scream before it could escape.

After just a few moments, they were all gone.  The evil, grinning faces of the pumpkins receded and soon the field returned to normal.  Only the echoes of the dead remained, whispering on the wind that the Pumpkin King had returned.


Pre-launch FB event for ‘Reflections’!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on October 13, 2014 by Michael Radcliffe

To celebrate the launch of our new collection of short stories & poems inspired by photography, we invite you to join us for a day of fun. We’ll be sharing short snippets from the stories by Darcia Helle, Maria Savva, Jason McIntyre, and me, as well as poems from Helle Gade and Ben Ditmars, and photographs from Helle Søe Gade and Martin David Porter.

There will be some great giveaways throughout the day!  I will be giving away two signed paperback copies of my fourth novel, ‘Touch of Darkness,’ and there will be other giveaways offered by my fellow authors/poets/photographers.  So join us if you can on Wednesday, October 15th by using this link.

I have three stories in the collection:

  • Seeds of Despair‘ – an apprentice makes an unusual discovery about what the owners of the potion shop have really been selling.
  • A Tale of Two Churches‘ – a light-hearted story about a wedding and a funeral, and what can happen when the dark coach from the underworld is behind schedule…
  • Eye of the Dragon‘ – Serina is madly in love with Damon, despite the way he treats her.  When she helps him search for a fabled jewel in the catacombs beneath the cemetery, they both get far more than what they bargained for.

Throughout the event we will be posting teasers from the stories – here is a snippet from one of my works, ‘Seeds of Despair’:

Reflections is currently available for pre-order on Amazon at just 99 cents until 1st November!

Reflections cover


Cover Reveal! “Reflections” – newest release in the “Mind’s Eye” series

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on September 15, 2014 by Michael Radcliffe

Reflections cover

I’m pleased to join my fellow authors in announcing the cover reveal for our collaboration, titled “Refections.”  This is the second installment in the “Mind’s Eye” series, the first of which was titled “Perspectives” – now available on Amazon.

“Perspectives” features twelve stories by authors Darcia Helle and Maria Savva, who drew their inspiration from twelve photographs taken by photographer Marin David Porter.

In “Reflections” authors Darcia, Maria, and Jason McIntyre and I are each contributing 3 stories based on different photographs provided by Martin and a second photographer, Helle Gade, who is also a poet.  Helle will be contributing 3 poems inspired by Martin’s photos, while fellow poet Ben Ditmars will contribute 3 poems inspired by Helle’s photos.

I am honored to be working with such talented artists and authors, and can’t wait to announce the upcoming release!



“Meet My Main Character” Blog Tour

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on August 3, 2014 by Michael Radcliffe

I’ve been tagged by the very talented author Maria Savva to take part in a blog challenge.

Here are the rules:

I have to write a post answering seven questions about a main character from one of my novels, then I nominate five other authors to answer the same questions about their main characters.

Here’s a link to Maria’s blog where she introduces Nigel Price, the main character from her chilling story, Haunted.

The main character I’ve chosen is Rami, from my novel Touch of Darkness.

Touch of Darkness

1. Tell us a little about this main character. Is he fictional or a historic person?
Rami (pronounced RAHmee) is a fictional Egyptian boy of fifteen.  He serves as an acolyte in the temple of one of the old gods, Set.  He was given to the temple by his parents when he was about five, in exchange for Set’s blessing.  Driven by the memory of his parents abandoning him, he works hard and strives to please Master Ammon, the High Priest.  Highly intelligent and studious, his best friend is Fer’al.

2. When and where is the story set?

The story is set about 4,000 years ago and begins in Sakkara, Egypt, and ends in the country of Ariaca, which is where India is today.

3. What should we know about him?
Rami is tormented by the events he witnessed in my other novel, Rise of the Shadow.  Having been abandoned by his parents, the sense of loss consumes him.  He is furious with those in his past who he believes have placed him in this position.


4. What is the main conflict? What messes up his life?
Everything he cared about has been taken from him by others. Having tasted the power of dark magic, he becomes desperate to learn more when he finds a scroll that he believes will lead him to the Libro Mortis, or Book of the Dead.

When he meets Amirah (ahMEERah), the beautiful and cunning daughter of a caravan leader, the two form an unlikely partnership and he finds himself falling in love with her.  As they get to know each other, he is torn between his growing love for Amirah and the temptations of power whispered in his thoughts by the evil wraith trapped in the spirit stone he carries.


5. What is his personal goal?
Alone and on the run, Rami seeks revenge against those who have wronged him. He is determined to become a powerful magic user, no matter the cost. These plans become complicated, however, when he falls in love – an emotion he has not experienced since his parents sold him to the temple.


6. What are the titles of your novels, and where can we read more about them?

Touch of Darkness is my latest novel, and definitely the darkest.  Although it is a stand-alone book, it draws on the events that took place in Rise of the Shadow, which was book three in my Beyond the Veil series.

The Beyond the Veil novels are:
The Guardian’s Apprentice (2010)

Bloodstone – The Guardian’s Curse (2011)

Rise of the Shadow (2013)


I have also written a number of short stories, which include:


Tears for Hesh

Scale of a Dragon


The Amaranthine Flask

Legend of the Pumpkin King

Frostbite – The Dragon that Saved Christmas


You can read more about them on my website: or  My website also includes a glossary of characters, creatures, places, and magic from the world I have created.

7. When can we expect your next book to be published?

Well, the next book is a collaboration with photographers and other writers.  It is part of the Mind’s Eye Series started by Maria Savva and Darcia Helle – two exceptional authors who I am fortunate to call my friends.  In this series, Darcia and Maria wrote short stories inspired by photographs taken by Martin David Porter, and published Perspectives in April.

They decided to make it into a series of books and invite other authors and photographers.  Book 2 will be called Reflections and will hopefully be published by the end of the year.  It features more stories from Maria and Darcia, as well as poems from Ben Ditmars and Helle Gade, and short stories from Jason McIntyre and me.  The photos in Reflections are by Helle and Martin.

I am very excited to take part in this project, and have provided three stories for the collection, based on the three photographs I received.


As to the five authors I am tagging, I will have to upload that later, as I am waiting to hear back to see if they wish to participate.


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