An exhilarating race across Europe in a time between times; an epic fantasy adventure blending historical fantasy with steampunk elements. From the glittering ballrooms of Vienna, to the snowy peaks of Northern Europe with a cast of mermaids, beautiful pistol-toting women, a whole host of fabulously eccentric characters and a dressing-up box of disguises, A Hole in The Ice is an utterly enchanting epic adventure to discover a magical land that has long since been the dreams of madmen. A Hole in the Ice was a finalist in the 2016 Kindle Book Review Awards.
As the chase continues into the extraordinary seascape of a mysterious ocean, where sea monsters reign, deadly mermaids hunt, and pirates skulk, Parsifal learns that staying alive on the high seas is no easy task; especially when being hunted down by the vengeful and determined Lady Vasille. As beautiful, deadly, and driven as ever, Lady Vasille will stop at nothing to retrieve the compass and the power it contains. In this fantastically wrought, nautical fantasy adventure, McCallum J. Morgan transports the reader into a truly magical realm.
The greatest adventures of all are those of the heart.
As Parsifal continues to fight his way through strange, enchanted lands and seas, fighting pirates, sea-lords and enemies in beautiful disguises, he comes to truly understand the fate of being 'The Lone Sailor'; the only one who has the power to destroy the enemy he has grown to love.
A cat yowled somewhere in the distance. Further away, someone fired a gun. A man dressed in black slipped out of a dark alley, mist swirling around him. He breathed in the acrid, smoky air, and glanced at the hazy moon. Turning a corner, he looked nervously behind him. Was that a lantern? Or the gleam of the moon on one of the burnt out lamp-posts? Ahead of him someone ducked out of sight. He hunched his shoulders in an attempt to appear smaller and dashed down an alley. Without looking behind him, he turned onto the next street and crossed over a bridge, passing sooty stone walls and flickering lamps. Down a dark lane, up another alley, he ran as swift and soft as he could. He stopped, panting. Looking behind him, he saw a shadow move. As he had feared, he was being followed.