So, I have come upon a bit of a new quandary while writing Surge. As I sat at my café today writing the next instalment....

It became obvious rather quickly that Little Doc had performed the boarding process several times before and partook in it now....

So, the other day I was sitting down to write the next chapter of Surge and I suddenly realised that I had no idea of the internal structure

The sword hissed by Tyrin’s ear. With a twist he glided past the swing, allowing his bare foot-paws to carry him...

Tyrin bounced eagerly down the long hallway towards the departure room. It was always a treat to visit the shipyards....

Light glossed over a round bed and the tiny curled up figure therein.

Prologue Grass, between my toes. I sink into the dampness, crushing the thin blades, and delight in the warm mud that oozes against my skin