This is the page I'm using for my forthcoming trilogy of old-skool cyberpunky novels, collectively known as The Petrovitch trilogy. There will be three books: Equations of Life, Theories of Flight, and Degrees of Freedom. They will hopefully all appear in the first half of 2011. Update - The publication dates for all three books are as follows: Equations of Life April 2011, Theories of Flight May 2011 and Degrees of Freedom. June 2011. Preordering information via the shop. I've put up a fan page for the Petrovitch trilogy which you can join. 2/6/10 This is the second of the character studies, Madeleine: "Madeleine is not just tall, but proportionately built. Standing at two metres tall, she is strong and fast, conditioned by years of training and discipline. She has a broad, heart-shaped face, with deep brown, laser-corrected eyes. She often frowns and chews her nails. Her hair is cut in the Joan way – shaved scalp at the sides and the front, with the remaining hair plaited into a braid. Her chestnut-brown hair is particularly long, and reaches her waist when it’s not pinned up under her wimple. She wears a simple nun’s habit that covers everything except the hands and face. Her only adornments are her rosary, her ring (a simple gold band that signifies she has ‘married’ Christ) and her Vatican special, a large calibre handgun holstered at her waist. When she is on duty, which is pretty much all the time, she wears impact armour (a flexible multi-layered suit with ballistic cloth covering gel cells that go rigid when shocked). Under the armour, she wears a skin-tight bodystocking that leaves little to the imagination."   7/5/10 I've been asked by my editor to provide character sketches to help the cover artist, which I did between watching the election results come in. The first one I did was for our hero Samuil Petrovitch: "Petrovitch – in looks, he’s a very Slavic slav: fine features, strong cheekbones, a more triangular face than square. He’s described as looking like an angel, or a ghost: his skin is almost translucent, and is not handsome in a rugged, manly way, but fey and coltish. His eyes are the colour of old Antarctic ice, and his hair is white-blond. He cuts his hair himself, hacking at it with a pair of scissors until it’s short. His glasses are thick enough to cause him problems if he loses them – they’re simple wire-rimmed round spectacles. His attitude of supreme self-confidence and blind, pig-headed defiance gives him an assured look, if not arrogant. Later on it becomes plain dangerous. He’s not underfed now, but he’s been malnourished in his past, and he’s never really exercised. So he’s not just adolescent skinny, but bordering on the frail. He’s not tall – a result of his diet – around the 1m70 mark. He dresses in mostly army surplus gear – it’s cheap, easy to find, and it means he blends in. He starts off with an olive green jacket, combat trousers, and black boots. Under the jacket he wears T-shirts: the one described is from an obscure death-metal band, so it’ll be black with a logo. He’s not that particular about washing his clothes."