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About Peter Quinton
Originally from the outback deserts, I now live in the mountains above the Molonglo High Plains, near to the Australian alps. After a career in public law, I am taking a little time to reflect and regroup. Watching the world and telling stories.
I love old tales and wild places. A lifetime ago, I started writing about this in a book on game theory: Syntaxis. But lawyers don’t get much time to tell their own stories or pick their own paths. Instead, I was put to work building the constitution of a newly formed state and rewriting its civil law. In the course of this I joined a small group of people who, across the ages, have studied our most ancient laws, igniting a lifelong interest in the Danelaw and Norse history.
At works end, I used to count a republican form of government, a uniform law of defamation and effective financial management laws as personal achievements.
These days I hunt different experiences, writing books, lecturing on public policy and hunting waterfalls.
Ancora Tu (2016)
The Dragons Eye Diptych (2015-16)
Three Wishes (2015)
Looking for Spring (2015)
In Praise of Summer (2018)
The New Adventures of Vampire Girl (2018)
Wild Waterfalls of South East Australia (2018)
Cliff Side (2016)
Recipe Book: Catherine Victoria Edmonstone (food) (2015)
Chant Neoen (sound clip) (2015)
An Australian Wedding (2016)
The Kormak and Steingerd Cycle (collection) (2014)
The Long Tailor (collection) (2014)
The Wolves of Ragnarök Cycle (fragments) (2006 -14)
Poetry (fragments) (2006-2014)
You can contact me via social media in the G+ stream: https://plus.google.com/+PeterQuinton/posts
Or on my website: http://www.silenttheory.net/
here, in the interspaces of the world,
but the world does not care about our dreams.
Jemma is on the run from her past when she worked developing an anti-aging drug. Escaping from Sydney, her path takes her into the wilderness of the Blue Mountains.
"Ok, it is time to reveal the truth. Please, sit down. This will take time.
I am a time traveler. I come from the last half of the twentieth century, October 1975 to be precise. But the link between me and Mission Control is faulty and they keep losing track of me. I can’t get back. The future keeps changing..."
I dreamed a long dream, so real. I dreamed I was somewhere else for decades and decades. Thrown around time like a fleck of foam in the surf.
For so long as someone still remembers, it will not die.
Be careful for what you wish. This is a story about 1975 and heart-lines, time travel and the fall of kings, but mainly about the elven-path.
In Betty's library, some of the books are awakening
In the dark of night they stalk their prey
And, as they consume other books
The stories within twist and turn
And the world starts to change
Mary's dreams of love take her from her home town to the old kingdoms of the Andalusia, and are complicated by product disclosure laws and the powers that be.
This is a story about dragons and aelfs, why you should not believe everything you hear and, most of all, the value of friends
"You're so damn good in playing our minds with this yarn" (Lucky Triana) "You tell amazing stories" (Laisa Gran) "Intense, Suspense, Superbly Written" (Ice Westside).
The story starts deep in the Talaganda wilderness...
You said, “The dragon must be asleep by now, go get the gold. I cannot wait any longer.”
I whispered back, “I am not so sure. I think its eyes are still a little open.”
You said, “You are completely safe. Quick, before the others come back.”
I replied, “It is ok for you. You are on the side of the world...”