Last week I was struck down by the curse of Nurgle, a daemonic plague which resulted in me wheezing and gurgling and my voice becoming considerably deeper and huskier. I’ve been scaring people round the house by sounding like a Scottish Darth Vader. The end result of all this was that not much got done. There was no blog post for the first time in over a year and I am yet further behind with my deadlines.

I am off to Nottingham for  the Warhammer 40,000 Doubles Tournament this weekend and then I shall be in Scotland for a long-booked family holiday. There’s a lot I’ve been meaning to write about: the Gemmell Awards (a lot of fun), the last episode of  my series about the writing of Blood of Aenarion and a bunch of other things but right now I don’t have the time — it’s Macharius and packing for me. Instead I shall indulge in some rampant egotism and link to some recent reviews of my work. Here is Ed Fortune at Starburst magazine on Angel of Fire, Shadowhawk at the Founding Fields on Death’s Angels and indie author Jonathan Moeller on Stealer of Flesh. 

Hopefully when I get back normal service will be resumed and hopefully I will catch up with some of you in Nottingham and in Scotland.