T E Shepherd is an author/illustrator. He writes magic realism set in our, or closely-related, worlds. His debut novel, The End Of All Worlds, was released in 2012. His second novel, and the first in the Imaginary Friends trilogy, Mr Tumnal, was published in 2014. The second in the series, The Imaginary Wife, was published in 2018, and he's currently working on the final instalment, Forgotten Friends. He is also a landscape artist, and is currently working on a project with Erica Smith aka. the Bookshop Blogger to illustrate his way round the country to produce The Booklover's Guide to Bookshops. You can find out about upcoming releases by following on Twitter, liking on Facebook, or by joining the mailing list.
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Continue readingcomposed @ 2330 hours, Saturday 6 December 2003 Pulling her cloak about her, A face, innocence itself She draws us in by torchlight (shone upwards across her smiling face) And imparts her stories of royalty and city folk; Of bloodshed…
Continue readingcomposed @ 2330 hours, Saturday 6 December 2003 Pulling her cloak about her, A face, innocence itself She draws us in by torchlight (shone upwards across her smiling face) And imparts her stories of royalty and city folk; Of bloodshed…
Continue readingcomposed @ 2130 hours, Friday 5 December 2003 Edinburgh. Cobbles and railings. Castles and palaces. Bars and good conversation Life in a whisky glass— with a view over the Forth. Home, that is made— by the new friendships of convivial…
Continue readingcomposed @ 2130 hours, Friday 5 December 2003 Edinburgh. Cobbles and railings. Castles and palaces. Bars and good conversation Life in a whisky glass— with a view over the Forth. Home, that is made— by the new friendships of convivial…
Continue readingcomposed @ 2210 hours, Saturday 6 December 2003 Vaulted ceilings And darkened corners, The faces of the past hide within. The screeching of rats; the gnawing of their teeth; the feel of them across your feet The pressing of cold,…
Continue readingcomposed @ 2210 hours, Saturday 6 December 2003 Vaulted ceilings And darkened corners, The faces of the past hide within. The screeching of rats; the gnawing of their teeth; the feel of them across your feet The pressing of cold,…
Continue readingfrom siren_songs, by way of jordaaner – and oddly too, many answers didn’t need changing. 1. As a kid, I missed the chance to: have friends who I could call up and meet with at a moments notice 2. As…
Continue readingfrom siren_songs, by way of jordaaner – and oddly too, many answers didn’t need changing. 1. As a kid, I missed the chance to: have friends who I could call up and meet with at a moments notice 2. As…
Continue readingcomposed @ 1945 hours, Saturday 6 December 2003 Every close is named Every gloom filled passage links one world To another. Filled with secrets Filled with lives untold The lamp that flickers beneath the external stair. A world visible, and…
Continue readingcomposed @ 1945 hours, Saturday 6 December 2003 Every close is named Every gloom filled passage links one world To another. Filled with secrets Filled with lives untold The lamp that flickers beneath the external stair. A world visible, and…
Continue readingAnd so it was an early start on Friday morning, but the taxi found me okay, despite asking my neighbour in no.23 where 21 was, and them not knowing… doh?!!! Delay on the tarmac at Heathrow due to a missing…
Continue readingAnd so it was an early start on Friday morning, but the taxi found me okay, despite asking my neighbour in no.23 where 21 was, and them not knowing… doh?!!! Delay on the tarmac at Heathrow due to a missing…
Continue readingAt 9 this morning, it was the perfect weather for a walk in Princes Park, climbing up the castle mound and taking photos
Continue readingWhat is it with this place that has made me write not one but TWO poems?! I love this city!
Continue readingNovel #4? Old town v. New town. Attic appartments v. Edwardian homes. A musical gift. Singing. Powerful magician…
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