Books.

The books of Raymond Walker

This website is, of course, here to advertise the trilogy we have called  "And The Sea Shall Give up It's Dead"

Over the Tears of the Fallen

The Lost and Lonely War

And the Sea Shall give up It's Dead.

But I do feel that it would be a lost opportunity if I did not advertise a few of my earlier works here.  If they are of no interest to you, please feel free to ignore them.  If I am preaching to converted and you have a already read a few of these then (assuming you have enjoyed the earlier books) order some more (please). If alternatively you did not like them, well then try a few more as you may like one that you have not read. If you have read them all and disliked them all then what are you doing here? 

So here are a few older books, each with a short description.

 

I stared awestruck and humbled by the Kraken before me that consumed the long shingle beach with a carnivores veracity, patches of golden sand and small rocks tumbled and fell with each passing movement of the giants teeth, devouring the beach with every surge of its hide and ravening mouth, pulling rocks back into its hungry maw, shells, small fish, crabs and all manner of sea creatures scrabbling to pull themselves away from this all-consuming monster that has no thought or sense but devours all that lies in its way with no cunning, no mind, yet with a strange kind of avarice, wishing all to be part of it, to be consumed by it. In this way a man's doom was sealed and he faced his fate with acceptance, hopefulness and even with a thought of deliverance. The man will meet his own daemons, his own fears and will either be drawn into them or rise above them. A sad and difficult ghost story for many that have lost someone to read but glorious in it's own sad way.

 

A wondrous tale of the dark woods of Scotland. A holiday trip gone wrong, a perfect holiday ripped apart by nature. A young girl left alone in the depths of the forest is found by a Hiker that cares. He resolves to look after her and to get her to the Hospital that she needs to attend. He will do anything to get her there and see that she is alright. They are a long way from salvation and the medicine that home promises. They are in the dark woods of Northern Argyll where only, woodsmen, nature buffs and walkers exist. There are no roads, no cars, few tractors other than those working the land. There is only Rob, the man that loves walking in the forests, and the poor girl that he has found wrapped in the brambles of an abandoned building. Hurt, Abused, perhaps raped, Rob makes it his mission to save her but they are out in the wilds of Scotland. They are a long way from help, a long way from salvation. Rob is going to save her. Rob is going to save her no matter what it takes.

There is a war coming, visceral, bloody and damaging. The Morrigan sits upon a crumbling stone wall and knows that more blood will be spilled here. Soon. A man goes hill walking just to enjoy the beauty of the Scottish Highlands and happens upon a ruined hill fort that no one has seen in an age. This relic was once the scene of an ancient battle, a battle that rages still, unseen, between Celtic and demonic forces, magical and mystical and it is about to reach its unholy end. Rob, the aesthete, the fool, the romantic dreamer, is about to get drawn into the strangest of worlds.

 

There is a girl in the River, a beautiful girl, she has long brown hair that curls like River weed. She has dark eyes, that glow with the colours of the River, she is sinuous as the eddy’s and currents that make the River live and Rob has been looking for her his whole life. She is the girl in the River and he is the one that watches her. He wishes to find out about her, he wishes to know her, his River girl, he wants to understand her and perhaps even love her but the River Girl will try to tame him before the end. This is the new novel by Raymond walker, a work of romance but obsession and madness as Rob glimpses something new in the river that house lies above; a girl. It could be simply his imagination or his loneliness causing him to see the girl but he thinks it is not. He thinks her real and sets out to find her, to know what she is, to know her. It is his goal, his need, his obsession and he searches for her for years and one day, he finds her

“The River Girls Torment” is a work of true beauty, thoughtful, clever, quirky and full of earthy magic. I love This. Rob Anderson, author of “Elizabeth” 

An absolute Delight from Raymond Walker, clever, current and topical, never mind the beautiful romance, this has so much more to offer than boy meets girl. Aldrich Kenney, author of “When East meets West” and “The leaves in Poland”

 

Everyone has "A Secret Inside", a place where no one goes, always hidden from others, buried deep in the dungeons of their soul. A perversion that they will not admit to, a longing to take someones life. A lust that lies unfulfilled, a wish to dominate, A desire to humiliate and maim. Sometimes these thoughts haunt their dreams, sometimes their waking hours. It comes crawling up from the darkest depths of their being, rising from its lair to hurt,  damage, destroy and maim.

A new life together and a fresh start welcome Mae and Rob to their new home in Argyll. In the Heartland of historical Scotland. They settle in to enjoy the happy home that they have always wanted. But there is something unusual about their new home and whilst Rob seeks answers to the puzzles surrounding them Mae looks to secure her sanity and make this the dream home that she has always wished for. Robs tantrums, educated Rats, deluded Nurses, stuffed birds and ancient gods that want to live again stand in her way but Mae will have her Idyllic home no matter who or what she has to kill to get it.

A wonderful conglomeration of tales, all ending with the cessation of a happy life. Commencing with the wondrous. if dark. tale "The Crows Feather" and including the tales; "A Picture upon the Wall",  "A Wolf in the Hills" and the strange distopian tale; "Wisdom lies in adaptability" all built in the mercurial  mind of Raymond Walker.  This strange conglomeration of tales has served the author well, gifting him prize after, literary, prize. I am here to tell you of  "Life, Love and Death" A short and unusual book by the British author Raymond Walker.  It is not unusual these days for an author to use allusion to illustrate their tale. It is not unusual to use metaphor and imagination in ways that would have not been comprehended in the past. Here we have moved to another level, stripping bare the tale and involving the mind.  Not a book for the faint heart rather for the full heart  as all, no matter how implausible the idea, all feels "true" I gift another "Golden Bough" to Raymond Walker for these dark stories.  I can only imagine these tales "Wondrous"                                                                        Scott Maklin.  San Francisco Bay Review.

                                                                 

As time passes, everything changes. The world we live in is in turmoil, we stampede from one crisis to the next, never heeding the grand design,If indeed there is one. Imagine now that nothing changes, the world turns and adapts through time but now; the now we know, here and today, is the same as it always was, the same as it always will be. Time is only a trick played upon us. Has not the world always suffered from turmoil, are our lives not the same as those who have gone before us with few differences? An explanation of time, the characters essentially the same though they live centuries apart, their thoughts, hopes and fears differ little from the reality of today, their goals essentially the same; to eat, have happy lives, to love and be loved, to search endlessly for a contentment that can never be realized.  As usual Raymond Walker has brought these unanswered questions to life in an exciting tale of love, passion, loss and romance that will keep every reader mesmerized from the very first pages to the dramatic conclusion.

"The Quiet Snow" removes every trace of love from Rob's life. Guen is gone, then her footprints disappear, then her smell, her body and love vanish; covered with a thin film of falling snow. All trace of Guen is gone and forgotten. But Rob has not forgotten her, She may be missing but he has to keep looking for her, Guen cannot be dead, they would have found a body. She cannot be alive, she would have called me, came home. And So Rob searched the hills and valleys looking for his lost love For years and years. Many years passed in search of the impossible. Rob, started to forget and in letting her go he was to find her again.

In The dark depths of a Scots winter, A Pale Shadow Creeps. From Its tomb of stones and broken bones; It rises into the cold and forsaken night. This shade, has a dire purpose. For it to live again its place must be taken beneath The Cairn from which it rose.  Whosoever wakened it or one of their choices shall take its place beneath the wet sod of the Argyll hills. Rob is too busy enjoying his new home. He worries about the novel that he needs to write, the money he needs to earn and the new love that he has found. Threats from shades, shadows or wraiths are not something he takes seriously. But he should. Raymond walker again jumps genres with ease creating a very current ghost story with a rather Faustian feel. A romance that will leave you spellbound whilst darkness falls and shadows haunt ancient Scotland, Its standing stones cairns and sepulchers. Rob thinks about love and life and money and never worries about the scratching at the door, the howling in the night and the very strange dreams he has been having. But he should.

There are loads more book's and stories to read and enjoy but I did not wish to bore you all with a long list of publications. Rather I thought to cherry pick the choicest cuts and let you decide for yourself over the rest.

There are many more books by Raymond Walker.

The Crows Feather.  Kilmartin.   The Sad Demise of Raymond Walker.  The Painting. The Miscast Fate.  The Sprite. "Moonchild and other Tales".  Tales from this Northern Land".  Twisted Sisters and many more.

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