Out Among the Stars by D Kai Wilson-Viola

Once upon a Twist

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Part of the Once Upon a Twist series:
  • Out Among the Stars by D Kai Wilson-Viola

Raised by a distant father, and living little better than a thief, Sétanta finds himself in a settlement, pulling a job. But that job goes far from acceptably, and he discovers something more than a treasure that had been targetted and stumbles into his destiny.

Originally from the 'Once upon a Twist' anthology, and kicking off the 'Once Upon a Twist' fairytale project.

Memento Mori by Sabrann Curach

Tales of Horror and the Supernatural

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With a foreword by D Kai Wilson-Viola, talking about her longterm horror pen name, here is a collection of stories from Footnotes to a Lesson's world, the prequel to Pillow Talk, Memento, a story of a serial killer and the mistake he made with his last memento, Mori, and Dia, talking about the days we honour the dead and more, this collection contains all of the stories to date in Sabrann Curach's current collection, from flash to novella.

*Footnotes to a Lesson by Sabrann Curach

A reader magnet from Menento Mori

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Part of the Reader Magents series:

Post-apocalypse, zombies have now been put down and the human race is rebuilding. The last exhibit of that horrible time tells her story.
A tale of betrayal, lost love and a world after the plague.

This book will be available on my newsletter on or before July 1st. After July 1st, you can sign up via StoryOrigin for your copy!

21 Healthy Habits by D Kai Wilson-Viola

A writer's guide to making time to write

One of the hardest things to do, once you've lost your way, is to find it back. In this 21 day guide of mindful meditation and habits that set your day and night up right, Kai Viola looks at how to form habits, why it's important for mental health and what you can do to adapt and find time to write.

2nd Edition coming 20th July!


Coming Soon!



Rogue: To Honor Anubis and Osiris by Kai Ellory Viola

To Honor Anubis and Osiris

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Part of the All My Friends are Reapers series:

Maehb and Jax are sorting out a mess - while the competition is ongoing, some of the other gods are taking advantage of setting some petty squabbles and nastiness. The problem is, they're both stepping into arguments that have nothing to do with the errands they're on. And while the world is already on the brink, and everything is going in directions that make no sense, it's hard to know what choices are the right ones. And, it turns out, Mae isn't as far from her own time, or her own home as she thought, which makes it all the harder when part of what is going on involves several of her old sect. But she's got a dashing companion - Jax is one of the younger Reapers - one she has a nagging feeling she might actually know. And he's kind, bright and clever, so it's not as hard as it could be, right?Depends what you define as hard - learning magic, using it safely and stopping Jax from claiming people he finds interesting versus those that would actually work better for his dieties gives her a whole new idea of why she wasn't expecting this - at all. And why she's pretty sure that if she's not doing the things that she should, that there's more at stake than the end of the world, though, that's quite a big issue in all itself. With all this going on though, and Jax's behaviour becomes more erratic, she realises that being an Arbiter is just as much about saving the Reapers, as saving the world.The Second book of All my Freinds are Reapers centres around Anubis and Osiris, and Jax, a reaper with a past that he's running from, and a life he traded for a long time ago, and one he's not willing to trade back.


Coming soon!



Existence Oblivion by Kai Ellory Viola

Can one soul prevent Oblivion?  Maybe with a little help from her friends
Maebh had discovered early on that of all the things she had to deal with, sometimes using her middle name was easier than explaining why "Maebh" was a trick name. So she was Mae to her close friends, Hellenna professionally (Siobhan, again...arguments).
So, when she died, she thought there would be a feather, her heart, points would be awarded for not dicking people around with her name, and maybe time for an "Oh bugger," if she was eaten.
Instead, she awoke in a place that could not be, surrounded by nine people, weapons drawn. And they were all squabbling over who could claim her soul! Each chased off the other, until a voice thundered "She's MINE!"
And that's when things got a bit complicated. Each of the nine Reapers' gods appeared. Eight of which she had venerated in one way or another. And one she had to be introduced to. The ninth, sputtering at the indignity, demanded, that to make the Game fair, she is partnered with another like her.
So...the Game was proposed. Souls as rare and open as hers were hard to find. Each reaper's next 20 claims would be weighed, measured and held. The pantheon with the most got the prize...Except, the reapers could go anywhere in time to find them, so there was no time limit. Probably a good thing.
Mae's job? To ensure they were taking people at their time, not before and that they were not interfering with the people they collected beforehand. Not easy when she had 10 people to watch, including her opposite.
Oh, and if the God she didn't believe in won, her existence - the Universe - will be completely obliterated. Heaven hath no fury like a diety unacknowledged...
No pressure...


"So, what exactly is the deal with that?" she quirked her eyebrow and looked over at the scythe.  Jax rolled his eyes. "No, seriously.  It's luminous pink!"
"Mae...it's imbued with power, and resonates to the shade of the aura of the soul I've to reap next.  No accidents wandering through...y'know, crowds and stuff,"
"Oh..." she said. "Didn't really consider...huh.  You can accidentally reap someone?"
"Yes," he said after a pause.  His face was deadpan.
"Have you...?"
Another pause, a quieter, "Yes."  It seemed to come through gritted teeth.
"And what was this premature-"
"Right, hold it..." he said, exploding from the chair. "It happened once. And all that happened was I put them back.  That's what out of body experiences are," he finished, softly.

…And Miles to Go before I Sleep by D Kai Wilson-Viola

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A collection of essays on the lockdown, psychosis, mental health and wellness, creativity, and the reasons suicide can't be the answer.
A poignant, raw and heartfelt look at the modern state of mental health stigma, and support, the essays touch on everything from living with mental health, the changes in diagnosis criteria, psychosis and dealing with everything surrounding it.
Kai breaks down these essays into four sections, based around the final verse of "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost.

Glass Block by D Kai Wilson-Viola – Darkness Deadlies Book One

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Part of the The Darkness Deadlies series:
  • Glass Block by D Kai Wilson-Viola - Darkness Deadlies Book One

The Glass Block Reissue is due August 15th as part of our Great Backlist Reboot!

When Big Brother fell out of popularity in the early part of the 21st century it was replaced with ever more ‘realistic’ reality TV shows, till the need for this was replaced with a need for fantasy. In an attempt to resurrect the old format some die-hard fans filmed themselves locked in with a recently released murderer. The person to get out got the money from the stream sales at the end. Needless to say, they were slaughtered.

Word of this spread on the internet and a ‘sanctioned’ version by the UCPS (United Coalition of Prison Services) was established. Brought in from Darkness, one of the cities providing most of the prisoners, most of which he’d been responsible for collaring, Elliot Peters is forced into a nightmare world where the walls are made of glass and people vote as to whether you survive.

Part of the Seven Deadlies and Darkness Deadlies series'

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Running. There's plastic grabbing at her – there's too much pulling her back. Her breath burns – she can't feel anything but the dull ache of her hip where she shuddered into the corner of the wall at speed, scraping and scouring her skin as she ran past, the stinging burn mirroring the gulps in her throat. She’d looked at those roughly plastered walls, mimicking bricks, and made a joke that they looked so delicate she’d fall through them. She hadn’t.

She’d hit one at speed, when she felt a whisper of air on her neck. This was her third solo run through, and she knew that the others were watching. She thought they were. She’d come out of her room reluctantly this time, the klaxon startling her awake. Five minutes from klaxon to leaving, or she forfeited any of the profits she’d been promised this would create.


Just one crazy night. She’d been told it would be only one night of jovial fear – the type that isn’t real, that you can fake. But this was getting too real, too scary. She was sure the intervals were shortening too.

So, she’d left her room reluctantly, and as she did, the pass wall behind her formed red. As soon as she’d run, it had switched to the other side of the rudimentary maze, creating no option but to push on. She’d shot through band one – down the stairs, end of the corridor, the first room easy to key open and easier still to cross. There were some pieces of furniture in there, misshapen and hidden under the plastic coverings. And then…the lights went out.

She heard him laughing, and she looked back over her shoulder. Something slapped against her face, the edge making a slurping, licking sound and she screamed again, her raw throat letting out a squeaking hiss. She swallowed, turning to see what was caressing her face before her feet slid out from under her. She fell under the ribbons of plastic, landing in a pool of coppery, viscous material. Small lumps squished and squeaked under her hands, splattering away from her in a corona of filth. It was dark down here, a slight dip in the floor. And in that dip was a puddle of sticky, stinking fluid.

A rustle behind her made her yelp and scoot back into a lumpy, damp pile of rags and other detritus. And then she felt a bulge, like a nose. She screamed, and the room echoed. There was a laugh from somewhere off to the other side of her, from the opposite direction she’d come from. She froze, listening for any more noises, gulping breaths while wiping her hands. Her breathing sounded like a chainsaw in the echo chamber room. Carefully she backed away from the tendrils of plastic, crawling cautiously backwards, expecting something to drop any minute.

Nothing happened.

Slowly, she regained her feet, backing away from the room that she’d nearly entered, back into the bigger open plan area between the rooms. She felt exposed; her skin crawled as she slowly moved away, looking for another open room.  The doors were on a timer, and the two either side were lined in red. She couldn’t see any green at all. Slowing her breathing, she looked around slowly, unable to see much in the gloom

She screamed, her breath whistling out of her throat almost as fast as she sucked it in. Eyes adjusting to the dark, she could see a shape moving towards her, accompanied by a rhythmic snapping...

Above her, in the dark, a camera whirred...