Books and Writing

An official review (ooh)

Just received the following review from my publisher, Serealities.


Increasing danger and the revealing of clairvoyant abilities ramp up the suspense and intrigue.

A young man forced into dangerous service to his kingdom ultimately finds his path in Gavin Ough’s brief but jam-packed fantasy adventure, The Spaces In Between.

Gremlaw is born into a modest, loving family, but the tranquility of his early life is irretrievably shattered by the sudden death of his father. With his grief-stricken mother too inconsolable to care for him properly, Gremlaw takes matters into his own hands, a decision that sets off a course of events that promises to change him forever.
Gremlaw meets a young orphaned girl named Huleta, whose brazen thievery inspires him. Through Huleta, he discovers the concept of “negative space,” and his own ability to take
advantage of it. His talent soon draws the attention of the Duke DeLarouge, who forces Gremlaw to use his gift in service to the kingdom of Trathlain.

With his loved ones threatened, the rebellious and reluctant Gremlaw agrees to help discover how a dangerous drug named
Forever is being distributed throughout the kingdom, and how the neighboring kingdom of Lavash is involved.

The Spaces In Between packs a good deal of action into its scant 152 pages, and readers who enjoy a quick, fast-paced read will not be disappointed.

Gremlaw’s adventures become increasingly dangerous as he gets closer to the truth of his mission and as his own powers
become more apparent. His ability to slip quickly through spaces others overlook is an unusual talent that some seek to exploit.

These fantasy aspects, which include unique mind-reading
abilities, are intriguing.

Characterization is generally well done, particularly in respect to the main protagonist.

Gremlaw’s progression from a young marketplace thief to champion of his kingdom is credible, and his evolution is natural. Supporting characters are mostly well rounded and effective.
Gremlaw’s interactions with the family of a man who is being used similarly by the Duke show his growth into a selfless young man who will risk it all to do the right thing.
Ough has based his novella on a twenty-part endeavor on, an online collection of serial stories. While an interesting origin, such a process can result in a slight
disjointedness, which is apparent in some parts of the story.

For instance, when Gremlaw discovers that his mother is being held by the Duke’s followers, he confronts one of them; when
the woman hands him a bottle of what she claims is an antidote for “The poison that even now courses through your mother’s veins,” he inexplicably hands the bottle back to her and leaves
without giving the antidote to his mother, instead merely issuing a threatening warning about mistreating her.

Such discrepancies are rare, however, and can be easily addressed with another round of editing.

Gremlaw’s journeys are compelling and imaginative, and the author leaves the door open for further adventures. Appreciative readers will look forward to learning even more about
Gremlaw and his unique abilities in Ough’s future writings.

Jeannine Chartier Hanscom

So there.


Down in the Dark Woods by Gavin Ough

This is the latest episode of Down in the Dark Woods – which you really should read!

Serealities® Interactive Serial Fiction

darkwoods75x99Vote at the end of this episode!

In the previous episode, Trewana and Clood were attacked in his house by a fire creature which killed his dog, Dax. Narrowly escaping in his car, readers voted that Trewana orders Clood to stop and uses her own powers against the beast.

Episode 5

I still had my foot welded to the floor and even with the engine bellowing its own angry cry, I heard her.

“Stop, Nathan Clood!” Trewana’s voice, although commanding, wasn’t raised at all.

As if she controlled me automatically, my foot jumped off the accelerator and stomped gently on the brake.

“What are you doing?” I squealed in horror, “Didn’t you see what that thing did to my house?” Trewana looked into my eyes and smiled,

“Believe in me, Nathan Clood. How do I get out of this…” she looked around, as if searching for some descriptive word,


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Funny Stuff


What is it about man-flu that turns me a pathetic, groveling saddo?


When I were a lad, we had it hard. There weren’t no central heating back in my day and you had to scrape ice off’t window – off t’inside o’ window.


All true. But if I did get a cold in those early years, I carried on as if I was a complete hero. This recent virus/bacteria has absolutely floored me. Literally. I’ve done nothing but lay on the floor and cough for the last four days. I can barely sleep properly even though its all I want to do, I haven’t even wanted to eat (and for a fat man that’s just odd).


With every breath I take in or out there is a death-rattle, somewhere deep and vital in my lungs and as soon as i feel it my chest contracts in a violent, wracking cough. As if something’s trying to push from inside my skull to outside my skull, a vicious, splitting pain slams from the base of my skull and stabs through my head.


My ribs ache, my back aches, even my excellently hidden stomach muscles ache. My shoulders and neck feel as if they have been nailed to something and I moan like a tortured soul in the pits of hell as it gradually subsides, the pain abating as I wheeze on the floor.


Everything returns to normal – for about half a minute. There is just no let up from this constant cycle of coughing and I’ll admit to you now, I was sick of it after the first day.


Just why? Why has the reaction my body goes through come to this extreme of abject misery? Am I being punished for sins in s former life? In this one? What have I done wrong?


While we’re on the subject, what’s with this ridiculous attitude towards people and colds.  What on earth is the proper response to the statement, ‘You’ve given me your cold.’?


It’s madness!! As if I have control over the germs which have already invaded my body!  Even if I had, there’d be more likely targets I’d send them after than you!


Have no fear though, I’ve come up with the perfect response to that moronic statement, so the next time some pleb tells you you’ve given them your cold, just turn round and tell them,

‘No! You stole it and I want it back!’