Trapped as a mortal in a dimension where human dreams become reality, Alice Towers endures a journey of unmerciful persecution and excruciating self-discovery. Guided by an extraordinary realm creature named Shammerwack, she must find Magog; a boy imprisoned for over three centuries who holds the key to her release. Unaware that her incarceration heralds the dawn of the Final Prophecy; Armageddon, Alice is pursued by an ancient being that plagues humanity with relentless nightmares, until the world hovers on the brink of insanity and self-annihilation. Alice's only earthbound ally, Leona, is also an antediluvian soul who has lived and reincarnated as a human for thousands of years. As one of the Ancient Coven and practitioner of the old knowledge, Leona summons shadows to protect Alice's slumbering body and Magog's timeworn effigy. But Leona's maleficent sister, Lillian, another of the ancients, is equally as determined to capture Alice; the vessel by which the Demon Lord of the Realms intends to escape the confines of his nebulous world. A bloody battle ensues on Earth as Lillian's underworld demons and Leona's defensive forces tear lives apart, whilst an increasingly insane world creeps inexorably closer to the Final Prophecy.
About the Author: Born in Birmingham UK in 1962, I almost immediately developed into a hyperactive demon. My mother taught me to read when I was about four; I assume to try and distract me from drawing on the walls. She placed a bookcase outside my bedroom door and I was instructed to read when I awoke before dawn. By the time I was eight I'd enjoyed all the children's classics from Janet and John to Robinson Crusoe. My mother had made the connection between food colouring and hyperactivity by then, but my voracious appetite for books would never be subdued. By twelve I'd graduated to Lewis, Tolkein and Orwell, amongst many others and my imagination swelled under master tutelage. But my absolute beloved was Mr.Carrol's 'Alice in Wonderland', chiefly because my mind was almost as hyperactive as I slept and my dreams were a consistent source of wonderment. My favourite lessons at school were English and Art, but I appeared to be relatively academic - I understood science - so my love of animals tipped me toward a career as a vet; it never actually occurred to me that I could write books or paint. Neither were proper jobs anyway. My brother died when I was fourteen, he eighteen. Everything changed. My veterinary aspirations vanished. I pursued Neil's dream to become an actor. I won a scholarship to drama school and studied at the Birmingham Old Rep, then moved to London, did the audition rounds and worked with some great people in TV, Film and West End Theatre. But I soon discovered that an actress at nearly six feet tall is no role winner when most male actors stand barely over five, so I abandoned any ideas of super-stardom and moved laterally into corporate and commercial video production. I won some blue chip clients and got the bug for writing. I first drafted The Toy Sorcerer back in 1996, but my career path once again took a sideways move and the book was shelved. I spent ten years restoring and eco-updating a number of Heritage buildings. The last one very nearly killed me, so I went to college to study CAD and 3D modelling/animation in order to professionally draft construction schematics. This opened up a new avenue of 3D art and design and I've worked on some fabulous assignments. Most recently I have begun making art and architectural glass. Maybe art and authorship are proper jobs after all. Incidentally; I was married and divorced twice, but they really were only minor incidents. I chose not to have any children. We are seven billion and growing . . .