Swag (and a wee announcement)

Now you can own a bag with Jan Xu’s promise: get it get it get it!

And…

Wolf launch will be at Books Actually. More deets to follow.

The Alchemy Press Book of Urban Mythic!

The line-up of writers is out. I am honored to be with luminaries.

James Brogden – The Smith of Hockley
Joyce Chng – Dragonform Witch
Zen Cho – Fish Bowl
Graham Edwards – A Night to Forget
Jaine Fenn – Not the Territory
Christopher Golden – Under Cover of Night
Kate Griffin – An Inspector Calls
Alison Littlewood – The Song of the City
Anne Nicholls – The Seeds of a Pomegranate
Jonathan Oliver – White Horse
Mike Resnick – The Wizard of West 34th Street
Gaie Sebold – Underground
Adrian Tchaikovsky – Family Business
Ian Whates – Default Reactions

Information is listed on the Alchemy Press blog
http://alchemypress.blogspot.co.uk/, on Jan Edwards’s blog
http://janedwards-writer.blogspot.co.uk/ and Jenny Barber’s

http://bradanpress.blogspot.co.uk/

At least, things are moving

At least, things are moving for Rider-related stuff. Page proofs are in and they look gorgeous. Right now, I am also encouraged to start the sequel to Phoenix With A Purpose.

Hopefully, with this, things are looking up.

Oh hai…

I started work on Monday. Back to a proper school.

And… Stuff on my Tumblr. Sneak peak into things I am working on at the moment and… things you want to ask me.

The Book of Imaginary Beasts: Urban Fantasy

Here: I have a story there, titled Running From Shadows. A kind of Jan Xu prequel.

1st August release date for…

We See A Different Frontier.

New story!

http://visibilityfiction.com/a-sky-full-of-swiftlets-by-joyce-chng/

So, kiddies…

So, release and launch of Rider has been pushed back until late July. No AFCC and pushing now for SWF.

So sorry for the delay…

Butterflies.

It’s been two weeks since my grandmother passed away and the hurt is still here, the sudden flash of memory – and then the flood of hot tears in the eyes.

Butterflies have been appearing ever since. Dad told me about two strange occurrences, one on the day when she was cremated and another on the seventh day of her death. My aunt who had been her caregiver encountered a white butterfly who followed her everywhere she went. When she left the house, the butterfly flew away. Then, on the seventh day, a colorful butterfly fluttered in and lingered on my grandmother’s cupboard until night.

We would like to think that it was my grandmother who had visited us.

Me? A blue butterfly appeared on the day before the cremation. I saw it. My older girl saw it. The blue was dazzling, like shimmering velvet skies. Vivid eye-spots too. But my dad said that grandma had never been to where I live now.

Few hours left for Easter Sunday and soon, it would be April.

I miss ah-ma.

Easter weekend fic: Desert Tigers

Posted on my Tumblr.

A sweet Minfeng and Javen tale.

For folks who have read Phoenix With A Purpose.