Quantum Fever – New Sci-fi book – rewrite

I have just completed the 3rd rewrite of my new Sci-fi book Quantum Fever.

I am putting the best of my Sci-fi books out under the pseudonym of Ron Forsythe. This one will join that elite collection.

This is the story of a bunch of alien capitalists and their plundering of planets. It is also the story of a group of people who want to live a more natural life instead of being hooked up to immersive tridee in a rabbit hutch of a home deep in the multilayers of plastic, consumer hell.

It is now going out for editing! I’ll keep you informed.


Reawakening – the sequel to God’s Bolt – Out Now!!

Reawakening is a Sci-fi novel that is the sequel to God’s Bolt. I wrote the two one after the other and have spent the last few months having them edited and knocked into shape.

I am pleased to be able to inform you that Reawakening is now available in digital format from Amazon.


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God’s Bolt – latest Sci-fi novel

Helen Southcote is looking for a purpose to life through her SETI – Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence – work on the United Nations International Space Station when she watches the Earth destroyed by an asteroid.

What can she do?

What will she do?


This is my latest Sci-fi novel released under the pen name of Ron Forsythe.

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God’s Bolt – A Sci-fi novel – the story

Long ago I had this idea of limiting the scope of a novel right down to the narrowest I could possibly get. Could I write a book with only one character? It was quite a challenge.

Eventually I realised how to do it. My heroine was stranded on the space station as the Earth was destroyed. She was on her own. What did she do? How did she feel?

Of course the novel turned out to have a lot more characters than that. There was all the back story to fill in, her family and life and her fellow astronauts. There’s also her work on Searching for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence.

I was delighted with the outcome, though I had to restructure it a couple of times to make it work.

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Ron Forsythe – Science Fiction Writer – the story

I made a decision to group the very best of my Sci-fi novels together and present them in a more standard Sci-fi format. It was apparent that people were confused by the sheer plethora of genres and titles. They did not know what to select.

In order to do that I decided it best to produce an alias. I chose Ron Forsythe as my nom de plume. This is a composite. My dad’s name was Ron and my Mum’s maiden name was Forsythe. That felt good to me.

I aim to collect together all of my best Sci-fi novels together under this name before I start the process of marketing.

To that aim I will edit and rewrite my best Sci-fi books, create better covers and republish under this name. It’s a big project. Wish me luck.

In the meantime God’s Bolt is the latest addition to this set of books:

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God’s Bolt – A Sci-fi novel – the paperback

Even more exciting for me is the release of my latest Sci-fi novel. God’s Bolt has taken me a long time in the writing. I had to restructure it twice in order to make it flow better.

At last I have completed it and have it in a shape that I’m happy with. Thanks must go to my editor Chris who has been a font of ideas and suggestions for improvement.

The other good news is that I went straight on to write a sequel and that is in the process of being edited right now. Exciting times.

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The Blue Planet – a story

The Blue planet


In the great Arena of Adjudication a single note sounded.

The delegation from the Brown Planet entered the Arena into their central enclosure and stood in their allocated places, staring straight ahead defiantly at the huge empty hall with its encircling rows of seats arranged in tiers.

It was designed to be imposing and imposing it was, even when empty. But they were determined not to be cowed. They were supremely confident in their appeal. Their demeanour reflected that confidence. They knew their case was watertight. They had put it together with the utmost care. The compassion of the grand council was renowned. They had employed the best legal minds to put forward their case. There could only be one outcome. This was a mere formality.

A second note sounded and the rows of seats filled with their delegates.

When all were seated a third note sounded and the Chief Adjudicator solemnly entered, bowed to the delegates, stood for a moment studying the petitioners stood in the centre of the Arena and then took her place.

A fourth note sounded and a voice solemnly announced that the Intergalactic Council of Adjudication was now in session.

After a suitable pause the Chief Adjudicator leaned forward, surveying the group of petitioners stood in their enclosure in the centre of the large courtroom. They were surrounded on all sides by the three thousand and seven delegates representing all the constituent members of the sentient races represented on the council. This was a routine that she had presided over many times. It was part theatre and part law. The judgements were recorded and seen by all throughout the system. Transparency was of the utmost importance. It was a ritual that carried the full weight of Intergalactic law. It had to reflect that importance.

‘Are you the representatives from the Brown Planet,’ she asked sternly, following protocol.

‘We are,’ the chief petitioner said his voice strong and unwavering.

‘Do you represent the 400 billion people of your planet? That planet which is known as the Brown Planet by the assembled delegates of this council?’

‘We do,’ the chief petitioner assured her, his voice oozing confidence.

‘We have studied your petition at length,’ the Chief Adjudicator announced. She peered solemnly down at the group of humans gathered in the centre awaiting her judgement. All the eyes of the delegates were fixed on them, yet they stood resolute before the council.

‘We have watched your progress through the ages with great interest and no little concern.’ The Chief Adjudicator began her preamble. ‘Many of us called your planet the Blue Planet, the magnificent water world. Some called it the Green Planet after its profusion of chlorophyll based life which produced such abundance, a wealth of living creatures.’

She raised her head and earnestly studied each one of the petitioners in turn.

‘We watched your species develop and gain ascendancy. We observed your prodigious increase in numbers and your effect on the plant and animal life around you with grave distress.’

‘We watched while you systematically destroyed your forests and polluted your vast oceans until the profusion of life was all but gone and the green had turned to brown.’

She frowned at the gathered petitioners.

‘We waited expectantly for some sign of awakening.’ The frown turned to a glower tinged with sadness. ‘We saw none.’

She glared fiercely at them but they had expected this. They knew they would receive harsh words before their petition was granted. They had foreseen this and were not intimidated.

‘At the final stroke we still had hopes that you would come to your senses, control your burgeoning population, clean up the oceans, replant your forests and re-establish the ecosystems. Our hopes were dashed.’

She scowled darkly at them while the three thousand and seven delegates stared down impassively. Somehow, despite all the intensity, the petitioners remained unmoved.

‘Even when the oxygen in the atmosphere was depleted and the carbon dioxide levels were dangerously high you did not come to your senses. You continued to plunder and grow in numbers in your lust for growth, for inordinate wealth and power. You ransacked and used the resources as if there was no tomorrow.’

The petitioners felt the thousands of eyes of the council boring into them and their armour of confidence was finally pierced. They began to feel uneasy.

‘Your solution was not to rectify your mistakes but to use up more precious resources, to build domes over your cities, to build carbon scrubbers and split oxygen from water; to bring ice from the asteroids to replenish your stagnant oceans. The whole planet was nothing more than your plaything to be used for your own devices. In the face of disaster your greed and selfishness remained undiminished.’

The petitioners continued to stare back at her impassively. They knew they had to accept the barbs but were still confident that the judgement could only go one way. Nobody could possibly be that callous.

The Chief Adjudicator halted and looked around at the assembled delegates.

‘People from the Brown Planet, it is our unanimous judgement,’ she intoned solemnly, pausing for just the right period of time, ‘that your petition be rejected.’

A gasp went up from the petitioners as a look of alarm that turned to horror spread across their faces.

‘But you can’t do that!’ The chief petitioner spluttered. ‘You will be consigning us all to death!’

‘It is our hope,’ the Chief Adjudicator said calmly, ignoring his outburst, ‘that given sufficient time the Brown Planet will once again be Blue.’ With that she rose and left the chamber.

A note sounded, the delegates left, leaving the hapless humans helplessly staring round at the empty chamber with nobody to blame but themselves.

The Greatest Sci-Fi Writers in any Universe! (At least my personal favourites)

I’ve always loved and written Sci-fi. It gives full rein to the imagination. I like my Sci-fi with good science, social context and a meaningful thought-provoking set of ethics. I’m not so keen on space drama or fantasy.

Just the look at the strange names seemed exotic to me Asimov, Simak, Budris, Van Vogt. They seemed other worldly. I used to consume this books in my youth, reading a book a day. They fired up my imagination and opened up horizons. I have a large library that I still dip into.

My favourite writers are:

Iain Banks

Margaret Atwood

Kurt Vonnegut

Robert Sheckley

Arthur C Clarke

Isaac Asimov

John Wyndham

John Brunner

James Blish

Anne McCaffrey

Rob Grant

Douglas Adams

Robert Heinlein

Frank Herbert

Larry Niven

Jack Vance

AE Van Vogt

Fred Hoyle

Algis Budris

Michael Moorcock

Ursula LeGuin

Fritz Leiber

Brian Aldiss

Harry Harrison

Poul Anderson

Greg Bear

Ben Bova

Bob Shaw

James White

Ray Bradbury

JG Ballard

Robert Bloch

CJ Cherryh

Frank Herbert

Robert Silverberg

Clifford D Simak


Conexion – a Sci-fi Novel – a further section from Chapter 1.

As you can see from a look at the three sections I have used different cadences and styles in the sections in order to create more reader interest and give a distinct feel to each of the threads. Here’s a third section:

Jurgen Fried wore the green cloak with pride as he made his way through the congregation. They too were decked in green. Green was the colour of plants and of the Earth. Green was the mother of colours. It was the spectrum of the producers that gave life to everything. Green was the symbol of all that was pure; of the mother from which they had sprung.

Reaching the platform he solemnly mounted the steps and then turned to face the joyous congregation he raised his hands in the air and proclaimed the truth to the faithful –

‘The Earth lives!’

They roared their agreement. The Earth did indeed live. They were the sons and daughters of Terra.

‘We sprang from the soil,’ Jurgen announced looking up towards the heavens.

‘We will return to the soil.’ He looked down at the ground. It was all very theatrical and dramatic. The liturgy of Gaia followed a set format. Part of its appeal was that they shared this routine; they were part of it in brotherhood and sisterhood of Terra.

Gaia had asserted itself into the vacuum that had been left in human nature by progressing into the scientific culture after the old religions had been left behind. Science had partially filled the gap but had failed to answer all the questions of the mystery of life. Human psychology required something more – some ritual – something based on irrational belief – something that satisfied that quest for purpose and explanation as well as something that created that bonding, that tribal sense of belonging that humans seemed to crave. Gaia, with its richness of ceremony, symbolism and sense of purpose filled that gap.

Its very nature was satisfying and reassuring. In this age of synthetics and sanitised life, totally separated from nature, there was a need to reconnect to the primeval forces from which life had emerged. People wanted a psychological and spiritual connection. They wanted something mystical and metaphysical that connected them to the universe and linked them in to a force that was much greater than themselves. There was almost a desperation to believe in a spiritual power outside of themselves.

Gaia proclaimed that there was such a force and it flowed through them, the planet and out through the whole universe. Everything lived. There was a cosmic dynamo and they could all be one with it.

Gaia gave them belief in a greater spiritual entity that gave purpose to their lives.

Gaia filled all those basic human needs.

They wanted it.

They craved it.

They felt reborn in it.

Jurgen could feel that passion and devout fervour welling up to him from the crowd below as he stood on his platform, and he channelled it into himself and back to them, magnified tenfold. He fed off the energy coming up from them and he reflected it back to the ecstatic crowd in a great rapturous wave of sheer pleasure. He felt the power soar inside him and was exhilarated by it.

‘The planet lives!’ Jurgen proclaimed as the crowd went wild.

‘We are one with the planet!’

It truly felt as if they really were. The feeling of oneness and elation of belonging was overwhelming. Even Jurgen could sense it and was beginning to believe there might be a basis to it. He was in danger of becoming a devotee himself. That would be quite something!

Gaia was a force to be reckoned with.

‘The planet lives!!’

His spirit rose up, carried by the mountainous roar coming up from the faithful below.


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