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Readers often write to ask who my favourite character is, and where the creative part of the process starts.

Who Wants To Be A Billionaire?

We live on a rock with limited resources, surrounded by an ocean of possibility.

I Still Believe in Hope

So, if you're ever feeling overwhelmed by the chaos, here's a thought worth holding onto: The future hasn’t happened yet. And we still get to help shape it.

Mining A Harvest Of Extravagant Riches

Last time we talked about the staggering wealth floating between the planets, trillions of dollars in metals, ice, and rare elements, waiting in the cold and dark. But dreaming is easy. Doing is hard.

Alien Life? Probably Everywhere!

It’s often assumed intelligence is the outlier. Earth just got lucky with us, the right spark at the right time.

James Webb Space Telescope Finds Alien Life?

Every so often, science fiction takes a wild guess—and real science catches up.

Brandon Sanderson Gave Me Some Writing Tips

These Are the Scenes They Said You Shouldn’t Read Before Bedtime Secret Chapters of Book 4 Revealed Below!

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My Favourite Character? I’ll Let You Into a Secret

Readers often write to ask who my favourite character is, and where the creative part of the process starts.

Well, I’ll let you into a secret.

If you’ve read Return of the Star Lords, you’ve met her. Her name is Kya.

She was originally a side character in my third book, Seek the Galaxy, but she was so fierce, funny, and full of courage that she demanded her own story. That story became Return of the Star Lords, the first piece of fiction I ever published, less than four months ago.

At the suggestion of my editor, I entered it into six writing competitions.

It went nowhere in one.
Runner-up in another.
And, to my amazement, it won the other four. Gold awards, no less.

I owe Kya a lot.

So much, in fact, that I wrote a follow-up about what happened when she and her younger sister Syla returned to Earth with Ewan and the crew of the Dagger. It follows Kya trying to blend in at a Florida high school, posing as an English public schoolgirl, with amusing and exciting consequences.

But here’s the catch: it’s 11,000 words long. (About 35 pages.)

Too long to include in a fast-paced space opera. It’s still a bit raw and unpolished. So, I’ve never published it. I might never.

But if you’d like to read it, just hit reply to this email and ask. I’ll send it to you with a smile.

And where do I write? Well, at my computer, of course.

But the creative part, the fun part, that starts somewhere else.

The ideas, the characters, the spit-balling madness? That often begins here:

The King’s Arms in Prestbury, my local country pub just outside Cheltenham. (Yes, that picture below is the real place.)

I sit with a blank page and mind-map story arcs, character dilemmas, alien cultures. Sometimes I write out scenes freehand.

The pub’s great for ideas. Less great for actual writing.

I’ve learned I need to stop after two pints. After that, the page starts to look like a drunken spider dipped all eight legs in the inkwell and staggered across the paper writing in Swahili.

Still, more than a few scenes in Return to the Galaxy were born at that very table.

Right. It’s late on Saturday afternoon here. Time to get creative.

I wonder if they’ve opened the door at The King’s Arms yet?

I might go see if Ewan, Velal, or Jera are in, and if they fancy a pint.

...Oh, and before I go, I'm starting to get some good reviews in, too. I've added one of them from the British review service Wishing Shelf lower down. See what you think of it.

Still missing one of the short stories?

Some stories unfold centuries apart. Some on distant worlds.
Some right under our noses, here on Earth.

But they’re all part of a shared timeline, a single galaxy where choices ripple, tech evolves, and empires rise and fall.

Return of the Star Lords – Kya will do anything to save her sister, even help kill a god
When the Going Gets Tough – A mission gone wrong. A soldier pushed too far
The Honeytrap Protocol– Seduction, betrayal, and a target who won’t play along
School Trip to the End of the World – He stole a starship to save his family
Chasm City– This city breaks people. Not all of them stay broken

You can download any you missed by clicking on the books on my website right here:

This email is already long so I’ve shortened my normal science article to a 3-minute read, placed down below. I had quite a dark article planned for today, but I received a lot of emails thanking me for the positive tone of the last one, so I changed tack. This one is uplifting, too.

The Wishing Shelf Book Awards

EDITORIAL REVIEW 15th May 2025

TITLE: Return to the Galaxy

AUTHOR: BA Gillies

Star Rating: 5

I must say, this is a very enjoyable sci-fi novel. In fact, I started reading it on Monday morning and kept going till I finished it on Monday night! And I loved every word of it.

Now, it’s not ‘literary’ in any way – thankfully – the author smartly offering sci-fi readers what they want: fast pacing, short chapters, accessible vocab, a complex, slightly broken protagonist (Ewan), and a thrill-a-page plot.

So, what did I enjoy the most? Well, Ewan is fab! Written from his POV, we first meet him during the Falkland’s conflict back in 1982, when the British sent a taskforce to retake the islands from the invading Argentinians.

Later, when he’s dying of cancer, he gets the opportunity (with the help of a little nanite tech) to stop a powerful enemy which is hunting for Earth. For me, he was very much the strongest character in the story – strong, brave; basically, fit for the fight! The perfect protagonist.

I also enjoyed the pacing of the novel. The cover for the book – a spacecraft being destroyed in battle – suggests one thing: this is going to be a non-stop, lots of things happening all the time, sort of novel. And that’s very much what you get.

So, all you sci-fi nuts out there, I’d strongly recommend this novel to you.

I see from the website, www.bagillies.com, this is the first book of three. They all look FAB! So much so, I’m going to be checking out book two (Reach for the Galaxy) and book three (Seek the Galaxy) myself.

I love it when an author knows his/her readership and what they want – and that’s exactly what you get here.

All in all, a bit of a gem!

A ‘Wishing Shelf’ Book Review

The Tiny Revolution

(3-minute read)

Right at the beginning of Return to the Galaxy, Ewan is dying. Seventy-seven-years-old, broken, forgotten. Until the nanites bring him back. They don’t just heal him. They rebuild him.

Piece by piece, cell by cell, until he’s stronger, faster, sharper than he ever was. A soldier again. But not quite the same man.

In the book, that’s science fiction.

But just beneath the surface, it’s already becoming science fact.

Because the real revolution in medicine isn’t happening with scalpels or miracle pills. It’s happening with machines so small you couldn’t see one if it flew past your eye.

They’re called nanobots. Or medical nanites, if you’re speaking in fiction. And they aren’t coming. They’re already here.

Researchers around the world are building microscopic devices that can:

Target and destroy cancer cells with extreme precision.
Dissolve arterial plaque without surgery.

Deliver chemotherapy directly to tumours, bypassing the healthy cells entirely.
Detect viruses in the bloodstream days before symptoms appear.

Repair damaged tissue at the molecular level.
Transmit live diagnostic data from inside the body, silently, wirelessly.

Some of these devices are still in clinical trials. Others are already in use.

A team in California recently tested a nanobot that navigates through blood vessels using magnetic fields, like a microscopic submarine, piloted by code.

In China, researchers launched a swarm of bots into infected lung tissue. The result? Five times the effectiveness of standard antibiotics.

And we’re just getting started.

In the next ten to twenty years, we could see programmable nanites that live inside us long-term. Always on. Always scanning.

Like immune system companions, spotting problems before they start, correcting chemical imbalances before symptoms ever appear. Keeping us steady. Quietly nudging us back toward health.

They won’t replace doctors. But they might prevent the emergency.

And what’s striking is how human this technology feels, not cold, not clinical, but intimate. For centuries, we’ve fought sickness with brute force. Sawbones. Syringes. Scalpels, even leeches. Now, we’re beginning to heal from within, not with violence, but with understanding.

That’s what drew me to nanites in Return to the Galaxy. Not as miracle tech. Not as magic. But as a symbol of something deeper.

That maybe we don’t need to become gods. Or machines. Maybe we just need to become a little better at fixing what we used to break. A little better at restoring what was lost.

But we should always remember to believe in good people and the hope they bring. All around the world brilliant doctors and researchers are advancing medicine constantly, turning the science fiction of our parents into science fact for the next generation.

Because sometimes the most powerful changes don’t roar in. They arrive silently. On machines too small to see.

But too amazing to ignore.

P.S. Don’t be shy. If you'd like to read Kya’s secret story, just hit reply and say so. Just say "Kya at school story please." and "I’ll send it your way happily.

Who Wants To Be A Billionaire?

We live on a rock with limited resources, surrounded by an ocean of possibility.

For most of human history, we didn’t know what was out there. We stared up at the night sky and saw stories. Gods, monsters, and threats. But now we know the truth is even more extraordinary. Because space isn’t just stars and silence. It’s full of energy, metals, and life-changing ideas waiting to be used.

And for the first time in human history, we might actually reach them.

There’s a metal-rich asteroid called 16 Psyche floating between Mars and Jupiter. NASA plans to survey it in 2028. Scientists believe it could be worth around ten quintillion dollars in gold, copper, and precious metals. Enough to make every person on Earth a billionaire. And that’s just one rock.

Thousands of asteroids hold water, platinum, and rare earth elements we’re already struggling to source here on Earth. There are magnitudes more resources in the asteroid belt than we’ve ever mined down here, and they’re just sitting there, untouched, waiting.

But the solar system isn’t just about metals. One of the most important substances out there is the simplest: water.

There’s ice locked in the shadowed craters of the Moon. Water beneath the dusty red surface of Mars, frozen but present. And beneath the thick ice crust of Jupiter’s moon Europa, lies a vast hidden ocean, containing more water than all of Earth’s oceans combined.

Water matters. Not just because we need it to drink, but because it can be split into hydrogen and oxygen. That gives us breathable air and rocket fuel. Wherever there’s water, we have the beginnings of a self-sustaining outpost. It’s no exaggeration to say that water is the key to unlocking the solar system.

Some people still say space exploration is a distraction. Too expensive, too far away, too self-indulgent. Too many selfies of celebrities drinking champagne in Zero-G.

But space has already transformed life on Earth in ways we’ve come to take for granted.

Everyone knows about Teflon, but space research has given us much more. GPS and weather tracking. Scratch-proof lenses. Wireless headsets. Medical monitors. Advanced prosthetics. Image sensors in phone cameras. Water filters that save lives in disaster zones. Insulation that keeps buildings warm. Radios used by emergency responders. Satellites, worldwide live TV and internet.

Every time we push into space, we create tools we end up using here at home. Space has always paid off, often in surprising ways.

And now, the cost of getting into space is plummeting. When the space shuttle launched, it cost around fifty thousand dollars to send a single kilogram into orbit. With reusable rockets, SpaceX has already pushed that figure down to about one thousand, and it’s still dropping.

It’s easy to roll your eyes at billionaires floating around in zero-G, but every one of those joyrides is funding better engines, smarter navigation systems, and stronger life-support tech. These flights are trial runs. For the colonies, factories, and survey ships that will surely follow.

So, what do we do with all this?

We imagine bigger.

The first wave of expansion won’t be led by astronauts. It’ll be micro-satellites, solar-sailed drones, and ion-engine scouts, flitting out to the asteroid belt to map the terrain and tag the richest rocks.

Before we finish, let me take you back to Europa.

This moon, barely smaller than ours, hides an ocean beneath its frozen shell. An ocean that’s never seen sunlight. It’s warmed only by the tidal pull of Jupiter. Some scientists believe it may even contain hydrothermal vents like the ones in Earth’s deepest oceans, where life thrives without sunlight.

We may not just find resources out there. We may find life.

If that doesn’t stir your imagination, I’m not sure what will.

But fiction often gets there first.

In Return to the Galaxy, you’ll find space mining, planetary colonization, alien invaders, interstellar battles, hidden alien tech, courage, betrayal and love. It’s the story of how a galaxy-spanning federation gets ripped apart and about the terrifying monsters coming for Earth. The only thing standing in their way is a cancer-ridden seventy-seven-year-old special forces veteran on his death bed.

Well, him and the sarcastic alien avatar who turns him into a twenty-year-old bio-engineered super soldier.

The humans are coming.

The galaxy better be ready.

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I Still Believe in Hope

So, if you're ever feeling overwhelmed by the chaos, here's a thought worth holding onto: The future hasn’t happened yet. And we still get to help shape it.

I want to try something different today.
No alien theories. No analysis of the solar system.
Just a quiet message about the future, and why I think we still have good reason to hope.

It’s easy to feel like the world is falling apart.
War, politics, climate, conflict, division. It can wear you down.
You look at the news and think: How are we going to make it through the next five years, never mind fifty?

But when I look past the headlines, I see something else.
Something quieter, but far more powerful.

We are on the edge of breakthroughs that would’ve sounded like magic fifty years ago.

Cancers are being dismantled one molecule at a time by personalized medicine.
AI is helping doctors spot illness earlier than ever. Gene therapy is rewriting the future of inherited disease. Blindness, paralysis, deafness, conditions once seen as permanent, are beginning to crack.

Energy is shifting too.
Solar is now the cheapest form of power in human history, and the cost will continue to fall.
Fusion, that holy grail of limitless clean energy, is no longer a fantasy. It’s a race. And no matter who cracks it first, the planet will be the winner.

And then there’s space.
We are so close to becoming an interplanetary species. Moon bases are being prototyped.
Mars is on the table. Private citizens are already flying to the edge of space.
What we once called science fiction is quietly becoming science fact.

That’s the big stuff.
But the small things matter just as much.

People are starting businesses in their sixties.
Grandparents are video-calling grandkids from different continents.
Someone who never thought they’d write a novel sits down and starts typing. (That one’s me.)

Because the next 50 years won’t belong to the fastest or the loudest.
They’ll belong to the curious. The stubborn. The ones who still believe in trying.
It won’t be easy. There will be heartbreak. But I believe the quiet momentum is toward something better.

Maybe not perfect. But better.

So, if you're ever feeling overwhelmed by the chaos, here's a thought worth holding onto:

The future hasn’t happened yet. And we still get to help shape it.

That belief, that humanity can still rise, still reach, still build something astonishing, is at the heart of the universe I’ve been writing for the last two years.
It pulses through Return to the Galaxy.
In every tough decision, in every battle and quiet act of loyalty, it’s always there.
A flawed but stubborn belief in something better.

And now, that story is almost ready to launch.

In just a few weeks, Return to the Galaxy will be available to the world.
Book Two is already finished. Books Three and Four are ready for September and October.
Books Five and Six will follow early in the new year, and I’ve already mapped out my second series.

If you’ve ever read one of my short stories, or even just opened one of these emails; thank you.

Truly.

This is my first novel launch. I’ve poured everything I’ve got into it. Time, love, late nights, and a ridiculous amount of coffee. And if you’d like to help me get this series off the ground, I would be quietly grateful beyond words.

You can:
• Read or borrow Return to the Galaxy on Kindle Unlimited when it launches
• Leave a short Amazon review, even a sentence or two. The early ones help enormously

But even if you don’t, thank you for being here.
Thank you for believing that stories, and futures, are still worth creating.

We’re not done.
Not by a long shot.

Mining A Harvest Of Extravagant Riches

Last time we talked about the staggering wealth floating between the planets, trillions of dollars in metals, ice, and rare elements, waiting in the cold and dark. But dreaming is easy. Doing is hard.

Mining A Harvest Of Extravagant Riches

So how would we actually exploit the solar system?

Let’s think about the steps

Step 1: Survey the Unknown

We can’t mine what we haven’t mapped.

That’s where shoebox-sized mappers come in, fleets of tens of thousands of micro-drones launched from Earth. They could travel to the belt together in one rocket powered by light sails or whisper-efficient ion engines, spreading out on exploration missions on arrival. They could fan out across the asteroid belt, Kuiper belt, and lunar surfaces, pinging back data on composition, mass, and structure. The main asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter travels around the sun every five years, so they could use less fuel by letting the asteroids rotate around to them.

Imagine them like a flock of spacefaring honeybees, sniffing out which rocks hold iron, nickel, water ice, or platinum. The scale is enormous, so they need autonomy. Each drone would carry AI decision-making and swarm software, able to reroute itself if one of its companions fails.

Step 2: Secure the Data

There’s no point spending billions on exploration if someone can just intercept your signals and copy your treasure map.

To protect the data goldmine, we’d need tightbeam laser communication, ultra-narrow beams that stay focused across millions of miles, making them almost impossible to eavesdrop on. Onboard encryption and “dead drop” relays, (think of them as secure mailboxes in space,) would further lock down the information.

In the race to space riches, knowledge is everything and stealing it could be the first frontier war.

Step 3: Mine Smart, Not Big

Traditional mining with bulldozers and dynamite won’t cut it in microgravity.

Instead, think of Von Neumann machines, self-replicating robotic factories that can build copies of themselves from local materials. We’d seed a small number of parent machines on promising asteroids. They’d dig, refine, and construct more miners, exponentially increasing our capacity without endless resupply from Earth.

Nanite swarms could also play a role, microscopic miners programmed to separate metals from rock at the molecular level, leaving behind ultra-pure ore.

Step 4: Process Where You Mine

Shipping raw ore home is like mailing a mountain across the ocean.

Instead, we’d smelt and process material in situ, turning asteroid rock into refined metal, and even manufacturing components right there. 3D printing in space isn’t science fiction anymore. It’s happening on the International Space Station today. Soon, we’ll be building ship parts, habitats, and fuel tanks where the raw materials are.

Step 5: Bring It Home or Bring It Closer

Once you’ve got something worth hauling, you need to move it carefully.

We could send refined metal back to Earth orbit using mass drivers, essentially space railguns, or slow, steady solar-electric tugs. But the real dream is bringing the asteroid itself into a controlled Earth orbit.

Picture this: we shepherd a small metallic asteroid into a stable orbit around Earth or the Moon, mine it locally, and transform the leftover shell into habitat space. What was once a rock drifting between Mars and Jupiter becomes a spinning, sunlit world with greenhouses, cities, and docking rings.

In a hundred years, our grandchildren could be living inside what we today call space junk.

Why This Matters

We stand on the edge of the greatest resource rush in human history, one that will decide what kind of civilization we become.

If we do it right, we won’t just solve resource shortages. We’ll rewrite what’s possible for humanity.

And yes, in the world of Return to the Galaxy, we go a little further: Galactic wars, alien superweapons, and desperate humanity clawing its way into the stars.

But all great futures start with a first step.

So, let’s imagine, let’s build, and let’s claim the solar system.

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Alien Life? Probably Everywhere!

It’s often assumed intelligence is the outlier. Earth just got lucky with us, the right spark at the right time.

There was a time, not long ago, when we believed Earth was unique. The only place with oceans, clouds, or carbon-based life. We imagined ourselves as the centre of everything special. Chosen, even. But we now know there are likely five planets for every star in the Milky Way, and with around 300 billion stars in our galaxy, that gives us a ballpark figure of 1.5 trillion planets swirling through this spiral of dust and confusion.

And we’ve barely looked at a thousand of them.

Yet, on one of those, K2-18b, a super-Earth just 120 light-years away, the James Webb Space Telescope recently detected a molecule we’ve only ever seen produced by life here: dimethyl sulfide (DMS). On Earth, it comes from plankton, tiny, ocean-drifting organisms that don’t know they’re historic. And yet their chemical fingerprints might now be the first whisper we’ve received from another living world.

That changes everything. Because if a signal like this shows up so early in our search, life probably isn’t rare. It’s likely common. Not a miracle, but a consequence.

It’s often assumed intelligence is the outlier. Earth just got lucky with us, the right spark at the right time. The evidence says otherwise. On this planet alone, intelligence has evolved many times. If Homo sapiens hadn’t evolved, it could have been Homo Denisovan or Homo Neanderthalensis.

Even weirder, it’s possible that whales or dolphins or elephants, crows, or pigs would have. Nature kept trying. Again, and again.

Crows shape hooks from twigs to dig out insects and have been known to drop nuts on busy roads, waiting for traffic lights to change so cars can crack them open. Chimps make spears to hunt bush babies and use stone tools to crack nuts in rituals passed down like family secrets.

Pigs can operate joystick-controlled video games, (true), and seem to grasp basic symbolic logic. Parrots have shown signs of sentence-level language comprehension. Orcas coordinate complex hunting strategies, learn from each other, and even invent regional dialects. Wolves problem-solve in packs, and some domestic dogs have vocabularies of over 200 words.

And octopuses, our favourite wet-world aliens, can unscrew jars, escape sealed tanks, and show individual personalities. Some even appear to play. (Watch My Octopus Teacher. Fascinating!)

This isn’t intelligence as an accident. It’s intelligence as a pattern. Evolution keeps heading in that direction, often in a drunken line, but with clear intention. So maybe intelligence isn’t as rare as we think. Maybe it just takes time, and the right pressures. Given the scale of the galaxy, there’s been plenty of time, and more than enough worlds to try.

What this means is simple, and staggering: if life starts easily, and intelligence emerges repeatedly, then our galaxy may be teeming with minds; some curious, some cautious, and some perhaps already timeless. Maybe they’re listening. Maybe they’re watching. Or maybe they’re just starting out, unaware of us, fumbling with fire or radio or TV remotes like we once did.

Of course, not all intelligence leads to kindness. Evolution rewards survival, not sentiment. We assume aliens will be wise or peaceful because we so want them to be. But nature has no such obligation. Just as we grew with our dreams, we did it with weapons in hand. So might they.

Still, despite all the fear, despite the silence, we keep looking. Because the truth isn’t just scientific. It’s emotional. We want family, we want friends, we want to know we’re not alone.

And maybe, just maybe, we never were.

What do you think? Is life everywhere? Is intelligence common, or are we the accident?

I'd love to hear your take.

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James Webb Space Telescope Finds Alien Life?

Every so often, science fiction takes a wild guess—and real science catches up.

That’s exactly what’s happening now, thanks to the James Webb Space Telescope (JWST). In just over a year of operation, Webb has transformed our understanding of the cosmos—and it may have just spotted something truly astonishing.

Let’s talk about K2-18 b, a super-Earth about 120 light-years away. It orbits a red dwarf star, sits in the habitable zone, and may be wrapped in a thick hydrogen-rich atmosphere with a vast liquid ocean below.

But the real shock came when Webb detected dimethyl sulfide (DMS) in the planet’s atmosphere.

On Earth, DMS is produced exclusively by life—specifically, by marine plankton. It’s not just a chemical. It’s a biosignature—a possible sign of life.

And for the first time in human history, we may have seen that sign on another world.

Water, Methane… and Something More?

K2-18 b isn’t Webb’s only headline. This infrared powerhouse has already detected water vapor, methane, and carbon dioxide in the atmospheres of numerous exoplanets—molecules associated with biological processes here on Earth.

It has studied planets in systems like TRAPPIST-1, a collection of Earth-sized worlds just 40 light-years away, many of them orbiting in the habitable zone. These worlds are dark, tide-locked, and potentially wild—but they might also host life clinging to the narrow band of eternal twilight between heat and ice.

Webb has even glimpsed clouds made of sand on distant worlds, and seen signs of active weather cycles—wind, storms, maybe even rain—in alien atmospheres.

We’re not just discovering planets anymore. We’re reading their skies.

If We Can See Them… Can They See Us?

In Return to the Galaxy, Earth is a forgotten colony, lost in the great silence of space. But in our world, we might be the ones breaking that silence. Our planet glows with oxygen, methane, and pollution—atmospheric fingerprints that scream: “Life is here.”

If we can detect biosignatures light-years away, then it’s likely that older, more advanced civilizations could do the same… to us.

This may be the beginning of a story humanity has told for centuries. But this time, it’s real.

5 British Sci-Fi Authors Every Fan Should Know

Arthur C. Clarke

A giant of speculative fiction and co-author of 2001: A Space Odyssey, Clarke imagined satellite communication and space elevators long before they existed. His stories blend big ideas with scientific rigor—pioneering the concept of first contact in ways that feel startlingly relevant today.

John Wyndham

Author of The Day of the Triffids and The Midwich Cuckoos, Wyndham’s work introduced the world to “cozy catastrophes”—apocalypses unfolding quietly in suburbia. His understated, eerie style has influenced generations of sci-fi writers with stories that feel both quaint and deeply unsettling.

Iain M. Banks

Creator of the Culture series, Banks imagined a galaxy governed by anarchic, hyper-intelligent AIs called Minds. His worlds are beautiful, brutal, and philosophical. Iain wrote my favourite book of all time of any genre—The Player of Games. If you enjoy my work, you’ll likely love his.

Peter F. Hamilton

A master of sweeping space operas, Hamilton crafts thousand-page tales filled with politics, physics, aliens, and time-spanning conflicts. His books—like Pandora’s Star—offer hard sci-fi with blockbuster pacing, packed with immersive detail and twisty plots.

Christopher Nuttall

An indie powerhouse, Nuttall is best known for his Ark Royal and The Empire’s Corps series—mixing military action, character-driven tension, and believable space politics. He’s incredibly prolific, and his fanbase proves that gripping storytelling will always win hearts in sci-fi.

I’d love to hear what sci-fi authors you grew up with—or are reading now, let me know!

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Brandon Sanderson Gave Me Some Writing Tips

These Are the Scenes They Said You Shouldn’t Read Before Bedtime Secret Chapters of Book 4 Revealed Below!

Brandon didn’t email me personally (I wish!), but I did read an article where he described how he stays creatively sharp by working on several books at once. He might be outlining one, editing another, writing the first draft of a third, and marketing a fourth. The constant rotation, he says, keeps the ideas fresh and the momentum strong.

To my surprise, I realised I’d been doing the same thing, just less deliberately. Since reading his method, I’ve reorganised my own process to follow suit. It’s already paying off.

Here’s where I am right now:

Book 1 – Return to the Galaxy is up for pre-order and goes live in one week’s time
Book 2 – Reach for the Galaxy is finished and with the formatter
Book 3 – Seek the Galaxy is going through its final detailed edit
Book 4 – Defend the Galaxy has a full first draft completed and is being polished
Book 5 – (working title classified) is already 60% written

I thought you might enjoy a sneak peek at what’s coming. Below, you’ll find the opening chapters of Book 4. They’re dark, emotional, and full of tension, and they hint at just how far Velal is willing to go to protect what’s left of the galaxy.

Here are the chapters. Let me know what you think. It’s a seven-minute read.

Book 4: Defend the Galaxy

Chapter 1: At This Time of Year?

The fire crackled low in the hearth, casting golden light across the stone walls and creaking beams. Jufin’s voice dropped into a gravelly growl as he read the giant’s lines from Little Pelin and the Giant, making Ternu and Filun giggle even as their eyelids drooped. The twins shared a bed, blanket tucked beneath their chins, grinning in anticipation of the ending they knew by heart. It didn’t matter that they could read the story themselves. What mattered was hearing it from him.

In the next room, six-year-old Chela had hugged him tight before she crawled in beside Sanba and baby Renva. They were sprawled together like puppies, the warm contentment of a good day wrapped around them like a quilt. Dulma’s hand had found his as he backed out of the room, her eyes still glowing from the news she’d shared last month. Their family was growing. Again.

Ten years ago, he and Dulma had come north with nothing but tools, seeds, and stubbornness. The forest had been thick, the land rough. Fourteen miles from the swelling settlement of Botis, they’d cleared the trees by hand and burned the stumps into ash. That first winter nearly broke them. But the soil had turned rich and dark, the harvests good. And now they had a home.

Their thousand-acre grant had seemed impossibly vast then. He’d managed to bring just over three hundred acres under plow. The rest would come, a few acres at a time. Every field carved from the wild felt like a gift he could hand to his children. He'd heard the newer settlers only got four hundred acres now, and half of that poorer land. He didn’t feel smug about it. Just lucky. And tired.

Dulma’s parents were talking about joining them. She was thrilled. Jufin had mixed feelings. Burin was a skilled carpenter, sharp-witted despite his age, and always ready with a rough joke and a helping hand.

Rusma was endlessly kind to the children, but her tongue never stopped wagging. Jufin figured a few crates of ale might convince Burin to build a men’s room extension, his first project on arrival.

His favorite place was the raised porch. He’d hammered every board himself, rough but honest work. From here, he could see over the gentle rise of cleared farmland, all the way toward Botis. The night air was warm, carrying the scent of turned earth and growing crops. Dulma had brought out chilled mead and a plate of cold meat and pickles.

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She held her hand out for him to hold, but as soon as he took it, she pulled him down for a warm, happy kiss.

They sat in silence, the kind built from long days, hard work and deeper love.

"I just saw some meteors," Dulma said, her voice low. "High ones. Odd for this season."

Jufin took a sip of the mead, wiped his mouth, and looked up. A streak of white light arced across the stars. Then another. Then five.

"Ooh," Dulma whispered. "Those are brighter. Lower, too."

More came. Dozens. Then hundreds. The sky lit up as if burning threads were being pulled down from the heavens. Jufin rose slowly, the mug forgotten in his hand. He felt the earth shift beneath his boots. A soft rumble, deep and far away.

Then came the flashes.

Over the hills, in the direction of Botis, a string of lights burst in rapid succession. White, then red, then black columns rising like thunderheads. Dulma stood beside him, hand clamped to her mouth.

"My parents," she whispered.

His last thought was that it was strange that the rapidly rising clouds seemed to be shaped like mushrooms.

The Ranid missile struck three miles west. Eighteen seconds. That’s what they had.

A firestorm raced through the farmhouse. Their skin vaporized before they could scream. Their bones blackened, their dreams incinerated. Twenty seconds later, the shockwave followed, flattening everything that remained, and extinguishing the fire.

And then, like nothing had happened, the stars blinked on again.

Two weeks after the last plume of radioactive ash settled over Botis, the Ranid returned.

An angular, gunmetal-gray assault shuttle drifted through the irradiated haze before descending on rust-stained landing struts. Its underside cracked open, spilling out a full company of Ranid Marines. The arachnids moved with crisp coordination, each wearing a chitinous black battlesuit that shimmered faintly as it adjusted to the toxic atmosphere.

Their mission was simple: locate and recover any advanced technology the Saret might have hidden. Their commanders knew the odds were low, but Ranid doctrine did not allow for assumptions. And more than tech, they hunted for survivors. A colony could regrow from a few individuals. Their task was to stamp out every last spark.

One platoon fanned out toward the northern perimeter, where farmland met crater-rim. The lead Marine paused at the edge of the ruins that had once been a farmhouse. His ocular cluster rotated slowly, scanning the collapsed structure and scorched soil. No heat signatures. No movement at all.

He advanced.

His armor hissed and shifted around him, adapting to the ambient radiation. He moved with methodical grace, legs clicking as he skittered over what remained of the porch. Ash rose in plumes beneath his clawed feet. The wooden boards had fused into warped, blackened slabs. A scorched ring marked where the fire had consumed everything in seconds.

He bent low and probed the debris. He found Filun’s left leg. With a faint hydraulic sigh, he quickly opened his face mask to chew on the appetizing mouthful. He searched for more but only found Chela’s right foot, which was barely a morsel.

He uncovered a larger leg, half-charred. His faceplate opened again. He ignored the painted toenails and brought it to his mandibles. The meat was dry, but edible. He bit off a chunk and chewed slowly, savoring the smoky flavor.

Beneath a warped beam, he spotted a book. The paper had baked into brittle curves, the cover still partially legible. He tapped it once. A scanner in his chest blinked, sent data to the orbiting dreadnought. A second later, the reply came: no value. Little Pelin and the Giant. Children's story. No military relevance.

He discarded it without another glance.

The Ranid soldier moved on, eyes sweeping the horizon for movement, his claws already hungry for more.

Forty-three years later, the Saret survey ship fell into orbit. They found a poisoned world, lifeless and still.

Missing Persons Velal Farn

I was walking on the streets of a small town on a destroyed Wild Colony planet. We didn’t know its name, and now it didn’t matter. It would never matter again.

Gray dust clung to the soles of my boots, rising in slow, lifeless spirals with each step. The air tasted of old ash and broken stone. No wind. No sound. Just the silence of extinction.

The Bugs had done their work thoroughly. Nuclear fire had swallowed every city. Dirty bombs had poisoned the sky. The soil would reject life for ten thousand years.

I walked through what had once been a town square, trying not to think about how much of this dust had once been human. A flicker of movement caught my eye. A girl in a red dress. Small, maybe six. Black shoes, black belt, red ribbon in her hair. She was walking away from me.

"Wait," I called. My voice sounded too loud, like it didn’t belong here.

She didn’t stop. Just turned a corner and vanished.

I broke into a jog, boots crunching over debris. Gray powder sprayed with each stride. I rounded the corner and froze.

Twenty figures stood in the road. Clusters of men, women, children. All dressed in simple medieval garb. Most had their backs to me. The few who faced my direction stared down at the ground.

"Who are you? How did you survive?"

The girl turned. Her face was a horror of peeling skin and raw lesions. Her eyes were nothing but dark, glistening sockets.

The others turned too.

One had tumors bulging from his neck and arms. Another’s mouth oozed yellow pus. A woman opened her lips and white maggots spilled out, writhing down her chest.

They stepped toward me. I backed up and felt a wall behind me. Nowhere to run.

The girl pointed at me. "You could have saved us,"

An old man dragged himself across the broken pavement, his elbows scraping stone. "You were too slow."

"Too lazy," said a crone with skeletal hands, her claws twitching.

A younger woman nursing a baby said, “Too late to save my child.” She pulled the baby away from her withered breast and opened the baby’s shawl to show a tiny skeleton mewling pathetically with hunger.

The crowd surged. Bony fingers clawed at my uniform, tearing, grabbing, reaching for my face.

"Velal," they screamed. "Velal, why didn’t you save us?"

I tried to draw my sidearm.

But all I found were sheets, soaked with sweat and tangled around my legs.

“Velal, Velal, wake up, you’re screaming again.” I felt gentle hands caressing my face and stroking my hair. As I drew in a ragged breath, Vana gathered me in a gentle embrace. As soon as I realized where I was, I wrapped my arms around her in a fierce grip. Even though I knew I must be hurting her, I couldn’t let go.

After a few more deep breaths, I was able to relax my grip and sit up in the large bed in the Admiral’s quarters. My body was completely soaked, sticky sweat running off my sides into the sheets on the floating bed. I could feel more pooling under my breasts and sliding unpleasantly down my spine. Vana said, “Was it the same dream?”

I could only draw in a breath and nod, completely drained and dispirited. Before we’d gone to sleep, we’d made love for two hours, starting with a long, relaxing massage. Vana tried everything she could think of to help me unwind and get the restful sleep that kept evading me.

Before Vana could say anything else, I stood up from the bed and said, “Thank you so much, Vana, but I need a shower. If you can make me a coffee, that would be great. I need to do something about this. If any of Stane, Leris, or Morin are available, could you ask them to come to our lounge in half an hour?”

“Of course. You go and relax and make yourself feel better. I’ll ask Qinas to reach out to anyone who’s awake. Now go.” She gave me a quick kiss and looked on worriedly as I went for a shower.

I stood in the huge shower cubicle while cold water blasted my flesh, pummelling me. The fierce jets battered my head, and icy needles of spray deluged my shrinking flesh.

After five minutes, I felt I’d punished myself enough and allowed the water pressure to reduce and the temperature to rise. I was just in time as Vana walked gracefully into the cubicle. Even in my miserable state, I marveled at how smoothly and elegantly she moved.

I said, “Vana, I’m so sorry; I’m just not in the mood to make love again.”

“That’s just as well,” she said, “Because neither am I. I just wanted to share a hug and a warm shower with my beautiful wife. You have so many responsibilities. You need someone to look after you. Now turn around and let me wash your back.”

I was grateful she wouldn’t take no for an answer, as the pampering was exactly what I needed. As she sponged my body, I had to lean against the wall because my legs were shaking so much. I felt as weak as a newborn kitten.

After a couple of minutes, she kissed me passionately. Suddenly, I wished we had time to go back to bed, but she slapped me lightly on the buttock and said, “Go get dressed, Admiral; the Navy needs you! I’ll join you in a couple of minutes. Now get.”

She gave me a quick peck on the lips and shoved me out the shower.

Ten minutes later, I stood looking out over the large central park that made up the middle of my dreadnought, Quiet Strength. I could see the waterfalls and the gentle simulated evening light glinting off the surface of the larger lake

I returned to the circular stone table and sat beneath the glowing canopy of JJ's garden design, its flowering vines releasing a subtle fragrance that curled through the night air. The villa’s lighting was low, mimicking dusk, though the dreadnought’s internal clock never stopped. My hands were still damp. The cold water hadn’t rinsed the nightmare from my skin.

Stane joined me first. He'd been pulled from a strategic meeting on Anadroid production; an issue that could wait. Our freighters had enough units in hibernation to outfit a dozen systems. Now he sat beside me at the stone table, not as my officer, but as my partner. He took my hand, said nothing. It was enough. Vana gave him a kiss and sat down on my other side.

Footsteps approached. Morin arrived next, already in uniform, eyes sharp from duty. Suna followed, fresh from her shift, her captain’s uniform slightly rumpled. Then came Leris, his jacket half-fastened, hair tousled with sleep. I felt a pang of guilt. He should have been resting. I gave Qinas no instruction to wake him. Still, I was relieved he was here. Of them all, Leris had been with me the longest. He understood the weight I carried, even when I said nothing.

I hesitated. The silence stretched. Then I said, "I need to tell you something."

Their expressions shifted. No one spoke. Good. Let it hang.

"The dreams haven’t stopped. They're worse. Clearer. And they’re not just echoes. My psyche’s been pressing me, warning me. Not with logic. With guilt."

Suna leaned forward. Her eyes never blinked when she was locked in.

"We've been in orbit over Trimon for months," I continued. "First to study them, then to insert our reconnaissance teams. And I still believe that was the right call. We have to understand how these Wild Colonies think. How they’ll react when they learn how dangerous the galaxy has become."

I looked up at the artificial stars. They were perfect, but distant in all the wrong ways.

"But in that time, we’ve confirmed the destruction of six other colonies. Poisoned. Burned. Gone. The Bugs didn’t wait. They never wait. And while we were studying, they were killing."

I let that settle. The scent of the vines drifted between us.

"We have the ships now. More than enough to defend this planet. We can divide our forces. We can act. We must."

My voice was steady. My decision, final.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are going on a bug hunt."

I hope those short chapters whetted your appetite for Book 1, Return to the Galaxy, released on Amazon on the 17th of June.

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Galaxy Long Forgotten

Fewer Space Elves, More Giant Spiders!

If you’re expecting our first alien encounter to be with tall, noble beings who look vaguely human, I have some bad news…

Because if evolution works the same way in space as it does on Earth, then the first extraterrestrials we meet won’t be anything like us. Instead of graceful humanoids, we might find ourselves negotiating with something that has more legs, more eyes, and no concept of personal space.

The Math is Against Us

Let’s look at what evolution tells us about what works best:

7,000+ species of octopuses
50,000+ species of spiders
1 million+ insect species (making up 80% of Earth’s biodiversity)
And humans? Just one.

Nature favors small, adaptable, multi-limbed creatures over big-brained bipeds like us. If survival and reproduction drive evolution, then intelligent alien life might look more like spiders than space elves. A terrifying thought—or maybe just a practical one.

Tentacles Over Hands?

Science fiction has convinced us that aliens will be bipedal, but is that really the smartest design?

Octopuses have nine brains—one in their head and one in each limb.
They can solve puzzles, use tools, and camouflage themselves like alien shapeshifters.
More limbs could mean greater adaptability, which is why many scientists suspect that alien civilizations might be arachnid- or cephalopod-like.

Maybe we should stop assuming we’d shake hands with an alien… and start wondering how many hands they’ll have to shake back with.

Predator or Prey?

Would intelligent aliens be peaceful explorers or something much worse?

The smartest creatures on Earth—wolves, dolphins, chimpanzees, humans—are all predators or opportunistic scavengers.
Intelligence often evolves from competition, not passive survival.
Gentle herbivores don’t usually need advanced problem-solving skills to survive.

If first contact happens, we’d better hope they don’t see us as food or a primitive species taking up valuable real estate.

Where Do They Live? How Does That Change Things?

The kind of planet an alien species evolves on could change everything about their body type and intelligence.

Water worlds? Tentacled creatures might dominate—no bones, just endless adaptability.
Low-gravity planets? We could see creatures that are taller, thinner, or even balloon-like, floating rather than walking.
Extreme environments? Insect-like or burrowing creatures could thrive where humans wouldn’t last a minute.

Maybe we’ve been thinking too small. Instead of imagining one dominant alien species, there could be thousands of intelligent forms—each shaped by their unique home world.

But Maybe It’s Not All Bad…

If intelligence favors adaptability and social cooperation, then maybe aliens are more like chimps and dolphins—clever, resourceful, and possibly even friendly.

And even if they turn out to be hyper-intelligent spiders… well, at least we know they’ll be fantastic at pest control!

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Alien Invasion: Are We Begging for One?

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For over a century, Earth has been leaking radio signals into space—TV broadcasts, radar pulses, and military transmissions, all traveling outward at the speed of light. But if the Dark Forest Theory is correct, have we already made a deadly mistake?

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Sci-Fi & Science Feature: Will Hostile Aliens Find Us? Are We Too Loud?

Since the 1930s, Earth’s strongest radio signals have been escaping into deep space, forming a growing bubble of noise. From early I Love Lucy broadcasts to modern satellite communications, our signals have traveled about 100 light-years in all directions. That creates a 200-light-year-wide footprint—a cosmic beacon announcing our existence.

But should we be worried?

How Many Star Systems Could Have Heard Us?

Within this 200-light-year bubble, there are an estimated 15,000 star systems.
Many of these could host planets in the habitable zone, meaning potential civilizations may have already detected Earth’s broadcasts.
But here’s the catch: our signals weaken over distance. By the time they reach another star, they might be too faint to distinguish from cosmic background noise.

So, if an advanced civilization is out there, could they really hear us?

The Real Sign of Civilization? Our Atmosphere

Even if aliens can’t hear our radio transmissions, they might detect something even more revealing: our planet’s chemical fingerprint.

The James Webb Space Telescope is already analyzing the atmospheres of distant exoplanets, looking for biosignatures—traces of life. If aliens have telescopes like ours, they could study Earth’s atmosphere and see unmistakable signs of oxygen, methane, and industrial pollutants—a clear indication that a technological species exists here.

Even if we go silent tomorrow, Earth itself is a glowing signal that screams: life exists here. So, should we stay quiet or say hello?

If the Dark Forest Theory is correct, then staying silent might be the safest move. The idea suggests that the universe is quiet not because it’s empty, but because every civilization is hiding—afraid of being discovered by something far more advanced and dangerous.

But the reality is—we’ve already been broadcasting our existence, intentionally or not, just by breathing. Whether through radio waves or atmospheric clues, if someone out there is listening, they may already know about us.

And that’s a hopeful thought. Even if the galaxy is silent, it doesn’t mean it’s empty. Maybe, just maybe, someone out there is looking at our little blue world, wondering about us—just as we wonder about them.

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