Thursday, 21 September 2017

The writing of Empireland

For some reason sleep was evading me one night as December 2016 began and Christmas loomed. My mind was full of the usual mess and muddles but suddenly I had a thought of an amusing situation where a powerful king who was used to fighting fierce battles with his sword, being all brutal etc. was unexpectedly exiled to a place where he had to sew buttons on shirts.
Silly thought, I know.
But from that one daft scenario sprang Empireland.
When I wrote The Legend Of Heliodor, I planned and planned and then carried on planning. Working out this working out that. The level of work that went into it was huge. But Empireland flowed straight from my mind and onto the computer screen. I worked on it daily around the clock. Christmas came and interrupted things a little, but after I began again. Basically making it up as I went along without any real planning. But the story was amusing and serious and blooming fun to write. I finished it by the end of February. 
One thing I particularly enjoyed about writing Empireland was that I began from the start with humour in a kind of Douglas Adams kind of style of Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. The plot became in depth and satisfying, clever and funny with some odd empires being created but I found it amusing and pleasing so I left it all in.

So Empireland is now ready to read. 
It's an historical fantasy containing humour and bizarre empires. I had a lot of fun creating the diverse empires with their curious ways and differences, their histories and fueds and wars with empires around them. Anyway I hope when you read the book you get as much fun out of it as I did writing it!

Cedric of Golloth, or Ced as he preferred, was only doing what he always wanted to do and it just so happened that he was very good at it. How was he to know it would lead to him having to flee Golloth and the woman he loved?

It was a painful decision to make but he had to stay alive and keep Leza safe.

Now Ced was on the run for his life, being hunted by the Brahgs and King Brahglehad the Nineteenth would stop at nothing to get what Ced had inadvertently created. Ced’s work held the incredible secrets of the Empireland and this despicable King wanted it for his own evil ends.

But Ced had a plan… and a quill!

An amusing, exciting fantasy of warring Empires and powerful Kings.

[The reader should note that no Greater Crested Spottlethwots were harmed during the telling of Ced’s remarkable story, unfortunately many brave warriors were but that’s the thing with war!]


Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Empireland now available



now availbale from Amazon
as ebook and paperback

Read w/free Kindle app 
on any device

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Sunday, 27 August 2017


I have now put a lot of my poems
on  PoemHunter 
so head over for a read
and please feel free to leave a comment


Friday, 25 August 2017





Sunday, 13 August 2017

Challenge your perception...

Check out my poems
now on
Poem Hunter

Challenge your perception...

and enjoy


Tuesday, 27 June 2017


Got the cover sorted for my brand new book
To be revealed very soon

I can announce that the book will be called


and it is an historical fantasy 
set away from Heliodor
but perhaps not too far away

Stay tuned because it's all
coming soon!!


Thursday, 15 June 2017

Poem - Aura

 Rainbows at Night - The Poems of Clive Culverhouse


A sudden gradualness
You know the sun will rise
Waiting through the darkness
Then it does
But bright, a flash of light
Lowly starved brain
Then a dip into Fantasia
Of fractured rainbows
And moving zig-zags
Seeing beyond all
Into atoms and entering
Deep dimensions
Leaving, touring, viewing
Secrets and other worlds
Before the deep, deep
Bang of the dullest drum
Drunk without the fun

© 2017 Clive Culverhouse. All rights reserved. This poem is the property of Clive Culverhouse and may not be used without permission.


Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Poem - I Fear I Might Be Immortal

Rainbows at Night - The Poems of Clive Culverhouse

I Fear I Might Be Immortal

I fear I might be immortal
I’m occurring
at every turn, I didn’t realise
death was really
so short term, but
allows me to peak
right through to the
birds who repeat
their daily song
the serpent slithering around
a journey of varying lengths
covering similar ground but as
the scryer has already seen
so the lives inform
my dreams

© 2017 Clive Culverhouse. All rights reserved. This poem is the property of Clive Culverhouse and may not be used without permission.