Chris Cheng’s blog series The Twelve Days of Christmas–and my contribution!

DSCN9544Every year, Christopher Cheng, wonderful children’s author, runs a fantastic series, The Twelve Days of Christmas, on his blog, in which he invites fellow authors and illustrators to contribute a piece about their favourite Christmas memory.

And I’m one of the contributors, writing about some favourite childhood Christmases. You can read my piece here.

A short story for the holidays: The Great Deep

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This story was triggered by something I read during the coverage of the tragedy of the downed Russian submarine ‘Kursk’ in the Barents Sea in 2000. It was noted that there had been other such incidents during Soviet times, and that the few submariners who had survived accidents of this sort reported feeling that when they were going up through the escape hatch through the layers of water above, they were entering a different world, out of time..
It is also very much inspired by traditional stories of selkies, which have fascinated me ever since I was a child.

Originally published in ‘The Mutant Files’ anthology(USA) in 2001, it was also republished in my collection, The Great Deep and Other Tales of the Uncanny. I hope you enjoy it–and a very happy and peaceful festive season to one and all!

Copyright notice: This story is copyright to Sophie Masson. It may be reproduced, with all proper acknowledgements, but may not be used for commercial purposes or adapted without permission. creative commons license



The Great Deep

by Sophie Masson.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that does fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
(from The Tempest, by William Shakespeare)

If it had not been for his son Henry’s broken heart, the Reverend Doctor William Featherstone would never have been on the remote little Welsh beach on that bright, fateful summer morning in the year 1712. If poor naive Henry had understood the nature of the light-footed, light-headed Imogen he had set his heart and soul on, Dr Featherstone would have been comfortably ensconced that day in his lodgings in Oxford, working busily on the notes for the latest chapter of his vast compendium of natural and unnatural history.
Now, a broken heart, despite the sufferer’s perception of it, is not usually fatal. But in Henry’s case, it very nearly was. The night after Imogen had laughed his love to scorn, Henry’s manservant Roley had found his young master insensible in his room, having taken what he presumed to be a lethal dose of laudananum—which fortunately it had not been, only enough to make him very ill indeed.
Henry had shown little gratitude at being pushed back into the world. ‘Why didn’t you leave me to die?’ he had cried out to his father from his sickbed.
‘You could hardly expect me to do that,’ pointed out his father, reasonably. ‘You are my only child, after all.’
Henry sighed bitterly.’Nothing in life has any savour any more, for Imogen will never love me; worse, she despises me.’
‘Why then, return the compliment, with interest,’ said Dr Featherstone, briskly.
‘Oh, father, how can you speak thus! But then, you don’t understand about love, at your age,’ said his son, closing his eyes .
Foolish, commonplace words: but they had stung Dr Featherstone deep inside a place he had thought carapaced long ago. He looked at his son’s face—the skin very pale, the dark, soft, cropped hair, the long, dark eyelashes curving on the hollow cheeks—and for one terrible moment, saw the face of his beloved wife Cristin, Henry’s mother, lying there in her last illness. ‘Water on the lungs,’ some quack doctor had called the strange illness that had made her waste away so quickly. He had not thought of her for years; had blocked her picture away from his mind. But now he spoke quickly, sharply, words he had not thought through, that he had no idea had been in his mind at all.
‘As soon as you are quite well, we will leave for Wales,’ he had said to Henry, making the young man’s eyes fly open again, and dispelling the grievous illusion, for Henry’s eyes were blue as Cristin’s had been dark brown and combative as hers had been gentle.
‘Wales! Why, Father…’ Henry stopped, confusedly. Perhaps he regretted the words he’d uttered; or perhaps he merely thought his father was acting as fathers do, according to their sons: in the way of another alien kind, another, mutant race.
‘I intended to go there this summer, in any case,’ said Dr Featherstone, in a willed return of his earlier briskness. ‘And now is as good a time as any. ‘
‘We will stay at the Red House, like in the old days?’ Henry’s sudden smile was as sweet as Cristin’s had been, and Dr Featherstone’s heart turned over most painfully.
‘Of course..’ Fussily, to hide his feelings, he went on, ‘And I hope that Mistress Llewellyn will have aired it well this spring, or we may look forward to some rather damp evenings.’
‘I am sure she will have done,’ said his son, listlessly, closing his eyes again; and Dr Featherstone saw that though Henry had him fixed again as an old fusspot, at least now the danger—to both of them–was past. Henry had not forgotten Imogen, of course; but he had something to look forward to, again. The Welsh coast; the Red House; and the smells and sights and sounds of a happy childhood. The young can easily start again, thought Dr Featherstone, rather bitterly, as he tiptoed out from the sick-room, leaving the rest of Henry’s recovery in Roley’s capable hands. Not so easy for us older folks, who must forget, for sheer survival’s sake, what it was really like to live for love.

And so it was that both Featherstones, senior and junior, found themselves back in the cliff-top Red House, on the remote south-west coast of Wales, facing the Irish Sea. The house had reputedly been built some two hundred and fifty years previously by Cristin’s legendary ancestor, Morgan Meredith. Sealmen and women, strange and wondrous mutants of the deep, were not unknown on that coast of marvels, and all who knew Morgan had no doubt he was one of them. As a baby, he had been recovered from the sea by the fisherman who became his adoptive father. More, he swam just like a sea-creature, and was always to be found in or near that element.
When he reached manhood, Morgan had taken employ in the King’s navy; and the stories of his bold exploits at sea came home to his own place, and filled the people there with pride. When he returned home, he took a bride from amongst the villagers, and built the Red House on the cliff overlooking the great green deep. None knew exactly when he had died; for one day, in old age, he had simply disappeared, never to be seen again. It was said by all that he had returned to the sea whence he had come.
Despite—or perhaps because of—the strange stories about their legendary ancestor, the Merediths were well-liked and respected in the area. Cristin, last of the Meredith line, had been loved too, and her English husband accepted, for her sake at first; and later for his own. Continue reading

‘Tis the season to be jolly–and eat delicious cake!

Cross-posted from my food blog, A la mode frangourou.

Two gorgeous and easy cakes for festive celebrations!

The first is a chocolate and cherry cake I’ve adapted from a Black Forest style, the second an adaptation of the traditional French Christmas log–a cake I make every year for the family Christmas lunch. Both are easy–the log particularly so, as it does not even require any baking–and super delicious of course!

WP_20141219_002Chocolate and cherry cake

150 g dark cooking chocolate

150 g castor sugar

150 g unsalted butter

3 heaped tablespoons self raising flour, sifted

5 eggs

pinch salt

Melt the chocolate in a pan over low heat(add a little water first to stop it from sticking). Still over low heat, stir in the sugar. When all sugar mixed in, take pan off heat and cut the butter into small pieces. Put pan back on heat and stir in the butter a little at a time. Now slowly add in the flour, stirring constantly, and continue stirring even when mixed in, till it begins to thicken. Take pan off heat. Heat oven to 180 C, and get a round cake tin ready, buttering the bottom and sides and dusting with flour, or using baking paper.

Separate the eggs one by one–put the egg whites in a bowl, but add each egg yolk to the chocolate mix and stir in. When all egg yolks are used up, beat the egg whites till stiff, adding the pinch of salt, and fold into the cake mix. Put mixture into the tin and bake for about 40–45 mins. (Test if cooked by inserting knife into mix after about 40 mins)

Make a coating for the cake of more melted dark chocolate(I actually used Lindt’s dark chocolate with orange pieces, delicious!) -You melt the chocolate over low heat with around 25 g of unsalted butter, a tablespoon of full cream and a tablespoon of icing sugar. Coat the cake with it when it’s cold, and add halved sweet black cherries as decoration. Serve with whipped cream and/or icecream.


buche de noelSuper easy, super delicious frangourou Christmas Log cake(requires no baking, can be made Christmas Eve).

This was my mother’s invention, we had it every Christmas when we were kids, and I still make it every Christmas.


1 packet sponge finger biscuits

200 g unsalted butter, melted

1 or 2 eggs(depending on how much mixture you have)

half to 3/4 cup hot strong sweet coffee(a good instant coffee works fine)

Cooking chocolate, melted with a little cream.

Crush all the biscuits, add the hot sweet coffee, the melted butter, and mix well. Add the slightly beaten egg(or two). You need to obtain a good stiff mix that you can easily shape into a log. That’s what you do then–shape it into a log, and then put it in fridge till it is set. Meanwhile melt the chocolate over a low heat with a little cream, stir till all melted and glossy. Spread over the cake, on the top and sides. Put in fridge to set overnight. You can also decorate the top with angelica leaves, almonds, rose petals, sugar holly, whatever you feel like!

Tomorrow I’ll be offering readers another delicious morsel, one for the literary taste buds this time–a short story for the holidays.

A watery bush summer: piece of mine in Sydney Morning Herald

dragonfliesToday, a piece of mine about the watery joys of a bush summer appeared in the Sydney Morning Herald, in the first edition of their Summer Herald special section.

Here is a short extract:

So much has changed in the country – farms are bigger, shopping streets smaller, the coffee’s got better, the milk bars have vanished. Because many people shop online, the post office is often the busiest place in town with long queues for Ebay and Amazon parcels, while local retailers languish and struggling local newspapers just as often get news tips by text and tweet and email as on the traditional grapevine.

Yet through it all one thing doesn’t change, and that’s how summers, especially for kids, revolve around water. Some of that is about the town swimming pool, but a good deal is around natural water-courses. And that’s quite a different experience to the beach-centred summer culture of Sydney.

You can read the full piece here.


Our Home is Dirt by Sea

Di Bates is a fantastic advocate of Australian children’s poetry and poets.

Australian Children’s Poetry Website

The following is an interview conducted by Rebecca Newman of Alphabet Soup with Dianne (Di) Bates, the founder of Australian Children’s Poetry blog about an Australian children’s poetry anthology Di has compiled.

RN: You are the commissioning editor for a poetry anthology for children coming out with Walker Books. What was your role in the book?                                                                                                                                                                                                   DB:I spent many hours finding poems which were written by Australians and which would suit the themes I’d decided on for the anthology (such as sport, families, being a kid). I had to record the source of each poem (if it was in a single poet collection, an anthology, a magazine or if it was unpublished). I also tracked down contact addresses of the poets, gave the anthology a title (Our Home is Dirt by Sea) and then had to find a publisher for the whole anthology. This all sounds easy, but…

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Book Character Blog Tour from Felicity Pulman: win a book!

I morganaFellow author Felicity Pulman, who I tagged to take part in the Book Character Blog Tour that I participated in last week, now has her post up on her own blog. It’s about Morgana, the central character of her evocative Arthurian fantasy novel, I Morgana, published by Momentum. And three lucky readers can win a copy of the e-book of the novel, if you’re quick!


Children’s poetry a winner in lovely pre-Christmas news

DSCN0055Lovely bit of pre-Christmas news: one of my new poems for children, Seagull Beach Party, has been selected for inclusion in the fabulous forthcoming anthology, One Minute till Bedtime, to be published in the USA by Little, Brown, in 2015. It’s doubly satisfying because the poems have been chosen and compiled by Kenn Nesbitt, US Children’s Poet Laureate. Pretty happy I must say!

My poetry for children has been going really well this year, with one poem winning a prize and another a highly commended, three poems chosen to be published in The School Magazine(one, ‘Wings’, appeared this year; the other two will appear next year) and three poems commissioned by the New England Conservatorium and set to music. These were performed by choirs of hundreds of school children at the gala 10th anniversary concert of New England Sings. And now this nice bit of news from the US. It’s sure been a very nice poetic year!

Franco-Russian celebration cake

A recipe for the festive season! (Cross-posted from my food blog, A la mode frangourou).

This is the beautiful recipe my husband David devised to recreate the ‘Gateau Russe’, or Russian Cake, my favourite cake ever, which as you’ll see was devised in Southwest France, adapting the recipes of Russian emigrés. Recently, a Russian friend told me that in fact this cake was very popular in Russia–but that the story went there that it was first devised in–Kiev! So it is called a Kievski there…or maybe not, these days 🙂


Celebration cake: David’s beautiful Gateau Russe
Whenever we went back to Biarritz, when I was a kid, and were taken on one of our favourite outings, to the wonderful Dodin patisserie, I would always ask for the same cake: a ‘Russe’, or ‘Russian’. This wonderful cake, made of hazelnut or almond meringue, layered with butter cream that was either flavoured with coffee or hazelnut, tasted like a slice of heaven to me, with its combination of breautiful crunchy meringue and lusciously smooth flavourful butter cream. It’s a cake you only ever find in patisseries in the South of France, and only in the south-west at that–you never see it in the patisseries of Paris, or anywhere else in France. So you could get it in Toulouse and Biarritz but not Marseille, for instance. I didn’t know why it was called a ‘Russe’. Though I’m not sure who first devised it, I’d hazard a guess its origin might be in Biarritz, which was full of Russian exiles after 1917. Dodin’s Patisserie has been going since the 19th century and though it lays claim to being the originator of the famous (and delicious)chocolate cake, the ‘Beret Basque'(so-called because its shape ressembles the famous Basque headgear) it does not claim to have birthed the Russe, though its examples were always wonderful. (By the way, if you want to drool over some of Dodin’s beauties, here is their website: )

Anyway to get back to my Russe, it’s something that I not only loved in childhood but now too. But I always thought I had to wait to get back to South-west France to indulge in it again. I thought it would be one of those sorts of cakes that would be too difficult to pull off for a home cook and so each birthday in Australia, I’d put in a request for my second-favourite cake, the Gateau Moka. This is also a gorgeous cake–a Genoise sponge layered with coffee butter cream, and David, my husband, has made it superlatively well for many years. But a Gateau Moka is not easy to make too far ahead of time and transport and as my birthday was going to be in Sydney this year, I knew I’d have to think again. I remembered seeing the ‘Swallow’s Nest’ cake in the Russian cookbook we bought in Moscow and thought, how about that, and then started thinking, that sounds a bit like a ‘Russe’–and then David said, well, meringue’s much easier to make ahead of time, why don’t I have a go at a Russe? He made me describe it and started looking up recipes–and then made his own version which turned out spectacularly well and which proved a huge hit at the birthday party!
Here’s his recipe for a beautiful ‘Davidov’ which I think I’ll dub his version of the ‘Russe’! And it shows that a home cook can indeed pull off a Russe as well as any patissier–all my siblings, who’d tasted the ‘real’ Russes, agreed that it reproduced exactly the look and texture and flavours we all loved at Dodin’s! Continue reading

Meet My Character–it’s a blog tour!

Wendy JamesMy friend and fellow author, the wonderful writer Wendy James, has invited me on the Meet My Character blog tour.

Wendy is the author of six books, including The Lost Girls (2013) The Mistake (2012) and Out of the Silence, which won the 2006 Ned Kelly Award for Best First Crime fiction and was shortlisted for the Nita May Dobbie Award for women’s writing. She currently lives in Newcastle, New South Wales with her husband and two of their four children.

I’ve known Wendy for many years, ever since our youngest and her eldest child bonded at school! We met each other first as our sons’ mothers but soon became good friends, and when we were living in the same town, used to meet once a week for a pub lunch, family and literary gossip and much book talk! (I miss those lunches, Wendy!) We also read each other’s first drafts on occasion, and I certainly felt greatly encouraged by Wendy’s wise and thoughtful advice, and her passion for our craft.

And I enjoyed reading about her character Beth Mahoney, aka Dizzy Lizzy, from her forthcoming novel, The Golden Child.

Now it’s my turn to tag about the next two authors on the blog tour, as well as to write about my own character here. So I’ve invited Felicity Pulman and Michael Pryor to take the blog baton after me.

felicity-pulman-2011Felicity Pulman writes fiction for adults, young adults, and children. Her love of history and legend infuses her books, such as I, Morgana, based on Arthurian legend, and the Janna Mysteries, set in the tumultuous Middle Ages at the time of the fierce dynastic struggles of Stephen and Matilda. Felicity, who has won several awards, also writes crime short stories, and her time-slip novel for children, Ghost Boy, is currently being made into a film.




michael-pryor-colour-portrait-150x225Michael Pryor is the author of over twenty novels and many short stories, or adults, young adults and children. His books have been shortlisted for numerous awards, including the Aurealis Awards for Science Fiction and Fantasy and the Ditmar Awards, and several of his titles have also been CBC Notable Books. His love of speculative fiction, the steampunk genre and alternative history led to him creating the extraordinary world of his very popular series, The Laws of Magic, set in the Edwardian period.




Now to my book character!

What is the name of your character?

Maxim Serebrov. He’s one of the main characters in Trinity: The Koldun Code.  I’ve decided to write about him because I’ve already written about the other two main characters, Helen Clement and Alexey Makarov. Maxim is an important character and some of the action is seen from his point of view.

Is he/she fictional or a historic person?


When and where is the story set?

Today, in Russia.

What should we know about him/her?

Maxim is a homicide detective in the Moscow police. He is in his late thirties, has been married but now divorced, has no children. He’s a big, powerful-looking man–some people describe him as ‘bear-like’, he’s very intelligent but has something of a temper. He was brought up in a tough part of Moscow, saw military service in Chechnya, and lives in a rather crummy flat. Honest yet disillusioned, he battles daily to do his job honestly in the midst of danger and corruption.

What is the main conflict? What messes up his or her life?

Maxim’s life has been messed up by his job and the demands it places on him, but in the book, he’s also messed up by the fact his boss has taken him off the Trinity case, which he’s been struggling to try and solve. But Maxim is not a man to back down and so behind his boss’ back, he decides he’s going to try and crack it on his own.

What is the personal goal of the character?

To solve the mystery of the deaths of the three Trinity founders and later also to find out what lies behind the strange events that are happening.

Is there a working title for the novel, and can we read more about it?

It’s called Trinity: The Koldun Case, and it’s the first in the Trinity series. You can read more about it here. It’s available in print and ebook formats.

When can we expect the book to be published or when was it published?

It’s been published–in e book format on November 13, and print book format on December 4. And if you’re quick you might also be able to win a copy at the Goodreads giveaway, which lasts till December 17!

Below is a pic of book cover. And a pic of the actor I’d love to have playing Maxim in a film of the book–Alexander Iskakevich, who on screen has the same combination of strength, intelligence and stoicism.

Trinity Koldun Code coverMaxim serebrov alexander ivaskevich