Richard M. Ankers

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About Richard M. Ankers
Richard M. Ankers was born in rural Yorkshire, England. After winning an Authonomy Gold Medal, Richard began to publish the writings he had squirrelled away for many years.
Author of The Eternals Trilogy, a dark fantasy extravaganza, Richard is lucky enough to have had his writing published in many anthologies and magazines of repute.
There will never be enough hours in his lifetime to put all the words he wishes down on paper.
For more information Richard blogs at www.richardankers.com and also on Twitter @Richard_Ankers
Author of The Eternals Trilogy, a dark fantasy extravaganza, Richard is lucky enough to have had his writing published in many anthologies and magazines of repute.
There will never be enough hours in his lifetime to put all the words he wishes down on paper.
For more information Richard blogs at www.richardankers.com and also on Twitter @Richard_Ankers
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Books By Richard M. Ankers
The Eternals: Beneath The Fading Sun
May 18, 2016
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