Nick Rowley
Bio
Nick is the Co-Founder and Creative Director of The Ibis Theatre Company (shadowoftheibis.com) as well as a general Theatre Artist, Graphic Designer and Sculptor.
Stories (15/0)
"Are You Ted Rowley's Son?"
“Are You Ted Rowley’s Son?” My oldest brother paused in sipping the drink he’d just received in the hotel bar. Tim had stepped away from the wake that we, a large Hyberno-British Romanichal family, were holding in a function room a few steps away from the general use booze chamber.
By Nick Rowley2 years ago in Families
Red, Bread, Incineration
“I swear by all the gods, if you little buggers don’t clear out of my stores…” a deeply flustered Rej Prim bellowed at the handful of wyvern who were scuttling about his flour bins. The tiny red dragons hissed in Rej’s general direction and continued to scratch and bite the corner of the storage vessel containing an especially fine grade of rye-amaranth bread flour.
By Nick Rowley2 years ago in Fiction
Napus Interuptus
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In the last couple of years barely a handful, of any of the seven species combined, had been spotted so when Alvera was shaken from her afternoon nap by the loud thump above her head she at first didn’t even consider it could be a firedrake.
By Nick Rowley2 years ago in Fiction
Germaine Street - Chapter Eight
Ekaterine Vauden bounded down the stairs when she heard the bell. With the Core Days fast approaching the normally athletic girl was even more hyperactive and in need of occupation. Her near metallically copper coloured hair was darker than usual and heavier too thanks to the sweat from the intense workout she’d put in since breakfast. Truly this was the best time of the month.
By Nick Rowley2 years ago in Fiction
Germaine Street - Chapter Nine
Across town and, despite it being a Saturday, Mayor Una Crescas was reading surveying reports from her head of public works. True she was doing so while sipping sweet tea and swaying in a hammock, but she was still productive and that was the important thing!
By Nick Rowley2 years ago in Fiction
Book Review - Brother of the Wind
Sar shan, sos me chavis kerring ta rati?* As we begin Brothers of the Wind by Thomas Bryer Adam Stanley’s son Tom might, were he old enough to do so, answer “Na kushtie Daddus” that is to say, “Not great Dad”. We find ourselves in the New Forest as the 18th century turns to the 19th and it is a delicate time for a Romanichal lad to be born.
By Nick Rowley2 years ago in Humans
Germaine Street - Chapter Seven
Gudrun opened her eyes, pale and aquamarine as the walls of the Vatnajökull caves, and yawned. To her left PhinFlam stirred slightly and mumbled something about thorns and furrows in Gaeilge Ársa. Itsuki had joined them around 2 am and had chosen the form of a young man with flowing green locks and silvery skin for the rest of their conscious time.
By Nick Rowley3 years ago in Horror
Germaine Street - Chapter Four
Like their parents and older sister, Randolph, Connor and Shawn Rirsen had noticed the new neighbors. Unlike Kitty, Tobias and Lizzie, the triplets were 14 and had been especially observant of the fact that the new neighbors were mostly comprised of girls.
By Nick Rowley3 years ago in Horror
