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  • Amusements
    Where things begin, they sometimes end… Enjoy this short tale of kidnap and an abandoned amusement park. “I’m here.” Tom Hagen stood at the edge of the abandoned amusement park; a mobile phone pressed to his ear. “Nobody followed?” the kidnapper asked. “No.” “You’re sure?” Tom checked the empty, moon-silvered fields behind him. “I’m sure.” […]
  • Not So Stranger Things
    Friday evening, three decades past. The internet is still science-fiction. Only 4 Channels exist on British TV, and if I want to play video games it’s the ZX Spectrum with all 3 of its glorious colours on the screen at a time. Fortunately, I’m a reader, and for me Friday night is the most special […]
  • Oh, Deer
    The living dead. Walkers. Ramblers. Give them whatever nickname you like, but you can’t escape the zombie in our popular culture. So, what draws so many of us to write about the undead? This question fascinated me as I finished a zombie tale of my own, Dear. My inspiration began with an article about a […]
  • The Shadows That Grew On Blakely Close
    Writers keep lists. Lists of things to do, which quickly become lists of things not done. Lists of character names never to be christened on the page. In my case, I have lists of titles, hundreds of them. My latest novel, The Bennington Boy, began a long time ago as a throwaway title — B-Boy — on such a […]
  • Paint It White
    Where do stories begin? Most of the time it’s hard to pinpoint, but in the case of my novel The Girl Who Dreamed a War, I know exactly when the story began and how it would always have to end. It took me thirty years to get from one to the other. It began with […]


Paul John Lyon’s urge to write began at the age of ten when his grandfather gave him a box of well-thumbed paperbacks. Between the yellowed pages of those books, he discovered tales of detectives and criminals, spies and lovers, grand victories, and grander defeats. More importantly, in that box were the seeds of an interest that has lasted a lifetime. A few years later he was gifted a typewriter and began writing. He hasn’t stopped since.

Bastard son of a typewriter, Paul John Lyon writes in several genres, some of them without embarrassing himself.